<?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-15512278</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:43:06.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days of My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>I only write when I feel like, sorry for all who check all the time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-5574337146939839313</id><published>2007-08-21T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:46:30.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I was floating down the river tubing!  No worries then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-5574337146939839313?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5574337146939839313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=5574337146939839313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/5574337146939839313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/5574337146939839313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wish-i-was-floating-down-river-tubing.html' title=''/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-3479975710528484269</id><published>2007-08-02T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:56:27.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunch of Shit</title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't wrote in a longggg time. I know all that read this know what has been happening, well for the most part. I got laid off from EDS, 7.5 years. Has it been a blessing in disguise? Well I don't know yet, I haven't got my severance check yet, I have filed for unemployment and I've been working at Panera like 35 hours a week. I've learned that I don't want to work at Panera as an associate, I'd rather die. I haven't really looked all too hard yet. I am going to get my butt in gear soon. It was very hard getting let go. I had thought it might happen to me for a while and you think that you come to terms with things but when it happens you realize that you did not at all. I sat in my managers office for 45 minutes and couldn't even think about going up to the 12th floor and saying goodbye to all the people that I learned to care about in the past 6 months. I made more friends at that account than at my other one that I was on for 4 years. So it pretty much sucked. I finally just sucked it up and was like ok I'm going to cry, they are going to cry I'm going to go up there and say bye. Ah it was terrible. It is funny how people can come to mean a lot to you in such a short time. Bill, who reminded me of my dad, he lived in Canton and had 3 kids in college and he built bookshelves, bookshelves! Just like my dad! I had really come to like him. He was also an MSU fan, he had gone there. Finally a fan and I had to leave before football season even started!! That made me cry even harder. Or Bruce, who sat on the 8th floor, he heard and came up and gave me the biggest hug and said that I was so much better than EDS. That has yet to be seen. He has been there for like 25 years. Ok now I need to stop talking about this and talk about what is upsetting me now (like I haven't been crying thinking about this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy that I liked went back to his crazy ex g/f. Did I really think that this would work? No, but I always had a hope in the back of my mind. But I guess it is better this way, he had a lot of issues. But it didn't mean I didn't like him and DAMN it I didn't like him like that before he made the move and then I really started liking him. Then he got in a fight with his dad. It's a long story but he went back to her, the stripper. I know it is for the best but I need to have a little time to be fucking upset. Maybe a while. He was white too. I know, some of you know, but *gasp* I hadn't liked a white boy in like 7 years. So he pulled me in and then totally disappointed me. I am not blaming that on him being white. I am so sad. And it is stupid to be sad but I am. I will get over it but I am not right now. I hadn't talked to him for a few days and thought something was wrong, and I saw him today. His phone had been turned off and he said that he had left his dad's and went to her house and he didn't have his charger and everything is fucked up and that he is probably stupid. I told him that 'yes for the record you are stupid. So I guess we can't hang out now.' He said 'I don't know, I'm sorry I don't want to hurt you.' And I think to myself damn it I don't want to be in a position that I would feel hurt, but I did. After he left I text him that damn it I felt sad. He said he was sorry. I know, there is shit going on that play in to all this that fucking sucks!!!! I cried a lot at work today, but couldn't tell anyone why. FUCK FUCK FUCK. I feel like my life is in such disarray. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I feel like I'm a disappointment to my parents and I won't ever be where I want to be. Most of the time I am ok but I'm not right now. I know shit happens to everyone and it could be way worse so I guess I just have to think that. And that God has a plan for me, I just wish I knew it now.&lt;br /&gt;So yes that is where I am right now. Jobless. And something else.&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast at Anna's last weekend. We had delicious food, chicken wrapped with bacon and bbq and lots of cheese. Who wouldn't?! Haha, also the 99 berries that Beckie brought. We named drinks after ourselves. We had a 'Darcy' and a 'Winkler', it was very fun. I'll miss Darcy like crazy but I know that she will always be in my life because she has been there since she was born. As the pics show.. The mosquitoes were a bitch though! The bonfire was awesome!!! We had to sit like a mile away from it though because it was so hot! Ah good time, sitting on Anna's swing feeling like I was going to puke. Oh ya and someone calling me telling me he told his ex about us, that wasn't cool. Cigarette please?! Thanks Dan. Anyways, I should probably go, I have much to do tomorrow. I will be with my favorite people, sisters and mom, not that all of you aren't my favorite because you are that is why I am writing to only to you!! Thank you for being my friends. Any advice would be helpful...Even the best fall down sometime as you all know :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-3479975710528484269?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3479975710528484269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=3479975710528484269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/3479975710528484269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/3479975710528484269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/bunch-of-shit.html' title='Bunch of Shit'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-7889520945075056916</id><published>2007-06-05T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:25:00.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decay</title><content type='html'>Too much foolery!  Friday I worked both jobs and then rushed home because I was going to Waves.  It ended up just being the girls.  Some guys from high school hung out with us too.  They were like 22.  We danced a lot.  My legs hurt.  I went home and made tater tots.  Saturday I was a little hungover.  I went and got my nails taken off and my toes done, then went the mall.  I went to the mall a lot that day.  I got a new outfit for that night.  Then I went home and took a nap.  Beckie and me went to Target and walked around Eastland a lot.  I didn't really find anything during that trip.  Then she stopped at F.J. so that I could get a steak, I really wanted steak.  We were suppose to meet at her house at 8:30 but it was already 7:30, I told her I'd be there at 9.  Jessica met us too and we went to Madison's.  They were playing the pistons game so we watched that and drank.  Then about midnight Jackie and Dave came.  We danced, drank, then the music got really shitty and the dj would not play anything I requested.  I was quite annoyed.  There were no cute boys there.  One guy tried to dance with all the girls and he looked ridiculous.  We took off around 1:45 and went to Denny's.  Thankfully they were open and they had ranch.  I drank like 5 glasses of water and ate cheese sticks and cheese fries.  I was trying to load up on the cheese because I knew 6 days were coming of none.  I decided I had to be strict on Sunday again too.  I was getting kind of lax and the weight loss has slowed down.  I was not hungover on Sunday, I was glad.  I had to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a traumatic dentist visit.  Ok, so I hadn't been there in like 6 years.  I just don't like going.  But a filling had come out and I knew I had to get it fixed.  So they took x-rays and said everything looked good but he would have to clean out the decay and make sure it didn't hit the nerve.  He left the room.  I got really dizzy and my eyes started watering, ok it was crying, but I couldn't help it.  I tried to take deep breaths.  I had the gas, but it didn't help.  The damn shots in my mouth scare the hell out of me!  Then the drilling and the sound, I tried to take deep breaths.  I was there for an hour and 1/2 and I didn't even get my teeth cleaned.  Luckily I do not have to have a root canal.  So now I have to go back tonight for the cleaning.  I think that will be ok.  No shots in my mouth.  I am going to the gym first, then the dentist, I don't care if I smell.  So it will be a long night.  Anyways, gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-7889520945075056916?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7889520945075056916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=7889520945075056916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/7889520945075056916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/7889520945075056916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/decay.html' title='Decay'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-4933504762366322210</id><published>2007-05-30T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T08:05:27.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend</title><content type='html'>I had a long weekend but I didn't do much.  Friday I worked, we were suppose to go out that night but then they decided that we weren't.  I was annoyed.  I guess it was ok because I went early to Anna's.  I drove to Beckie's and we rode from there.  I had bought balloons and it ended up looking like we were going to a baby shower because they were pink and blue.  I also got a bag of blow up balloons and they were a bitch to tie.  I scraped my finger and it is taking a long time to heal!  We busted out the spinach dip and I started making the mac and cheese.  Beckii, Sandra and Jacque got there and we started to play taboo.  Then Danielle and Dave got there and we had some key lime martinis, yum!  We made wings, hamburgers, hot dogs, pasta salad, chips, mac and cheese, just a whole bunch of food.  It was a fun night, besides Duke seeming to want to pee on everything to show his dominance to Pooba.  That was annoying!  Luke came with 2 of his friends, Stace and Ryan, Darcy, etc.  The rain held off mostly so we had a bonfire.  Luke, me and Beckie played a drinking game, it was along the lines of high/low but it was a little more involved.  By then I had gone through my captains and was drinking tequila with orange juice and cranberry.  And we had to do a lot of pucker shots.  By the end of the night it was me, Luke and his 2 friends by the fire.  We went in and proceeded to suck the helium out of the balloons and eat wings.  I went down to find my bed but Mike had taken it!!!  He was laying diagonal across it so I didn't bother trying to push him over.  So I slept on a couch that even I didn't really fit on, at one point I thought I should puke but I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was not a good day.  I was very hungover and I had to work and it was slow so it made it worse.  I did nothing that night.  Monday I mowed the lawn and was going to go to the gym but they closed at 2 so I couldn't.  I took Duke for a walk where he proceeded to lay down every time he came to shade.  It was not very productive.  I went back and didn't want to drive anywhere because I had to conserve on gas.  I read a book and pulled out Nintendo 64 to play Mario Party, it isn't as fun when you play against the computer.  Jason came over to hang out for a while.  I went to bed at like midnight.  Yesterday was a day of rushing.  I worked then went to the gym for a short work out before rushing home to change to go to P-bread.  I didn't get home til 10:45.  Fun times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no plans for the weekend yet.  I know I have to work but I'd like to go out or something.  I want to plant flowers but I hear it is suppose to rain.  I guess we will see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-4933504762366322210?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4933504762366322210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=4933504762366322210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/4933504762366322210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/4933504762366322210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorial-weekend.html' title='Memorial Weekend'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-2896657140006781180</id><published>2007-05-13T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T18:24:27.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Ok so I am 30 and I'm dancing around to Maneater from Jackie's my space page, while having a drink which I SO should not be drunk from but I only ate chinese at noon, and I only had like a cup of it with an eggroll.  Maybe I need to eat something.  But then I put on my Detroit Tigers hat and dance around like I am 23 again.  I laugh and it is all good.  Who should I hang out with?  Makeout boy?  Sensation?  I don't know who, maybe just alone?  I do have to work tomorrow and it will be hell if I am tired.  I get text messages like 'what time are you going to be up until?'  I shouldn't wait for no one!  But I am just hanging by myself.  I'm not upset.  I don't know what I'm doing anyways.  HMMM ok I'm going to go and flip from Desperate Housewives to the Red Wings game.  Should I ask Sensation over????  Decisions.  My update probably will be that  there was no one.  And that is ok with me. &lt;br /&gt;We had a productive weekend, we cleaned the basement.  We got industrial strength soap that said it cleaned acid rain?  where do you have to clean acid rain?  We thought that would be good to get our yucky mess up.  We deck brushed our basement floor and mopped and mopped.  It looks really good and the crap is gone!  Now we just have to get our drain snaked.  Awesome.  Then we went shopping at Kohl's.   I am at a size that I want to buy a lot of clothes but I don't want to yet because I'm not done.  I bought some shirts  because I know that they will always fit.  Today I went to my mom's for Mother's day and we had got chinese.  It was nice.  It was me, Anna, Zac and my mom and dad.  Then I was suppose to work but it is a long story but I didn't have to.  So I went and got a hanging flower basket and then I cleaned upstairs.  Then I had a drink.  And the dancing began.  Ok I am going to go.  Hope all had fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-2896657140006781180?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2896657140006781180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=2896657140006781180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/2896657140006781180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/2896657140006781180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-292592712653637574</id><published>2007-04-30T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T06:49:38.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickly</title><content type='html'>So last week was a complete waste!  Starting Tuesday I got sick.  I went home after work and slept for 3 hours.  I didn't go to work the rest of the week.  I attempted to on Friday but I left after like 2 hours.  I couldn't barely hold my head up, all I wanted to do was sleep.  I didn't go to Panera, I didn't go to the gym.  I did nothing.  Jackie missed the whole week of work.  Anna and Beckie were sick too.  It was crazy!  Today I am not 100%.  I still am congested.  Saturday I wanted to feel better so bad.  I went to ww and then I had to go to Lansing for the reception.  It was fun but a little odd.  It was kind of in a barn, it had concrete floors and we sat in folding chairs and had paper plates and plastic cups.  It really reminded me of a church function.  The food was good, we had chicken, pot roast, mac and cheese, potatoes, corn, salad.  I told my dad that if he ever stood up there at my wedding and said 'well I thought this day would never come' that he would get champagne in his face!  I mean jeez!  She was 37 and my cousin is 40.  He was oddly excited that he would not have to go to any 'bring a date' functions without a date anymore.  He was like 'now when you get married I have a date!'  I'm like okkk.  So I got home around 11:30. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday the lawn had to be mowed, it was getting taller than the dogs.  I was just afraid I wouldn't be able to start the mower since I hadn't used it in forever.  But I got it started on the 2nd try.  I had to empty it twice because the grass was also wet.  Then I had to go to work.  Now, if everyone could just get their shit done we would have been out by 8:45 at the latest.  I do not understand these people.  I went to get broccoli cheddar soup at 7, we close at 8, and she had already put it all in an ice bath.  What the hell?  Are you stupid?  She was like 'well kahli told me to.'  I'm like no, he did not tell you to put the soups in there, he said to get it ready so when we could put them in there.   Just so dumb!  At like 9:20 I was done, I wasn't doing anymore, I had done my job and 1/2 of the other people's and I am still not feeling all that good.  I can be a big bitch there.  I don't know why I can't with other things. &lt;br /&gt;This week is very busy, so I hope that I feel totally normal soon.  I work tonight, Wed and Friday nights, then tomorrow is my dad's birthday and my mom got us all tickets to the Tigers game, of course the 1 day it is suppose to rain.  So every night I'm busy.  Travis is coming to town this weekend but I am not going to be able to see him because Friday night I have to work and then Saturday we are going to Toledo. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I should get going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-292592712653637574?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/292592712653637574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=292592712653637574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/292592712653637574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/292592712653637574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/sickly.html' title='Sickly'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-1789299668180254981</id><published>2007-04-23T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T05:57:51.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be glad in it</title><content type='html'>Ah Monday morning.  I actually feel ok today, a little tired but fine.  I think Jackie has the flu!  She didn't come home last night because she didn't think she could drive home!  I hope I don't get that.  Friday was a crazy day.  I worked both jobs and then we had planned on going out to Waves.  My friend picked me up about 11:30, since we both didn't get off work til late, got to the bar and had some drinks.  I was not as drunk as the Friday before.  Which is good because I do not like to be like that.  There was a little bit of drama because I was dancing, you know how I dance ;) and darren was there and was upset that I would do that in front of him.  Ok, I'm drunk!  I dance crazy!  I can understand what he was saying but it was all in the name of fun.  It ended up being fine.  I went home and turned my phone off and passed out.  Saturday morning I got up around 10, I was tired.  I worked from 1-4 and then we were leaving for Lansing at 4:30.  Danielle had her wine and cheese party.  We ended up getting there late because traffic was bad, but it was fine.  She had a chocolate fountain set up, YUM!  and Dave was on the deck in her Williams and Sonoma apron grilling chicken wrapped with bacon, it was so good.  Then the variety of cheese.  So much cheese to choose from!  Cheese dips, balls, slices, mmmmm.  And the wine, I think there were about 15 bottles of wine.  I decided to try some.  I don't really like red.  I stuck to the white and it was enjoyable.  We had fun talking and laughing and telling old stories.  Then we were dancing and then I was told it was time to go.  I knew it was coming I just always never want to leave!  I wonder how much wine was left, everyone was drinking but it was like a non stop supply.  We had to drop Jackie off at Dave's and then we were headed home.  We were headed down 94 and Beckie was like 'want to go to the bar?'  sure!  so we went to the Post in Dearborn but we didn't stay long.  It was a long day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning my stomach hurt so bad.  I think I ate too much cheese.  After I laid there for a while I threw up.  Then I felt better.  I got up and did some cleaning. I did NOT want to go to work.  It was so beautiful out.  But I went anyways, of course someone called in.  We could just not seem to get ahead.  Nothing was prepped for us and that just made us be behind the whole night.  We did not get out until 9:45, which is so unacceptable for a Sunday when we close at 8!  I got home and just got in to bed.  I was tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I just have plans for the gym and working.  Then Saturday I have to go to Lansing for my cousins reception.  I heard that they are just going to have beer...ugh, I guess it is ok because I'm going to have to drive home and I don't want to be drunk. &lt;br /&gt;Well I should get back to doing things.  Yip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-1789299668180254981?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1789299668180254981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=1789299668180254981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/1789299668180254981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/1789299668180254981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/be-glad-in-it.html' title='Be glad in it'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-891364183850979017</id><published>2007-04-10T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T08:00:16.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long weekend</title><content type='html'>The weekend did fly by.  It was a nice long one.  I only had to work on Saturday morning.  So Friday I went to the gym and went to church.  Now the church I went to started at 1:30, I sat in my car until almost that time.  I went in and there were like 4 people there and they were all 80 and older!  It ended up being about 15 people there but wow that is so few!  Then I went to Kroger and Target.  I went home and cleaned and then sat and watched TV all night.  I had to get up early on Saturday so I knew it wouldn't be a crazy night.  Saturday I woke up at 6:45, went to ww and then went to work.  I got out about 3:30.  Went home and got ready to go my parents.  Me, Anna, Danielle, Jackie and my mom were going to Stace's dinner and play.  The dinner was good.  Stace's dad, stepmom and friend also came.  We were all a little annoyed because MSU was in the championship game for hockey and we picked that night to go see the play.  So the first 2 scenes I was sitting there going what the hell are they talking about?  I lean over to Jackie 'what the hell are they talking about?'  She knew I was going to ask her.  I mean I got the gist of the play but at one point I thought I was in hell.  Maybe I would have enjoyed it more if Stace had more lines than....1!  At one point Danielle made a gasping noise because MSU won the national title.  It was very exciting. &lt;br /&gt;After that me and Jackie raced back to my mom's house to get our cars.  It was about 11:15.  We went to the Post in Dearborn.  I had a good time.  I stopped drinking at around 1 and started drinking water because I had to go home.  I still shouldn't have drove.  Sunday I went to Lansing and I was fine until about 5, then I got really tired.  Some friends came over that night and I didn't go to bed until like 3.  I had to wake up and go to the doctor's on Monday.  I couldn't wait to get home to take a nap.  I slept for 2 hours and could have just slept all day.  I made myself get up and go to the gym.  I had to work on my fitness.  I'm going to do that like 4 times this week.  Then I came home and lazed around, made dinner, watched tv and went to bed at like 10.  It was nice.  I'm glad it is a shorter week, it will probably still drag.   I don't know my schedule at panera yet.  I have to go look today.&lt;br /&gt;Well I should get going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-891364183850979017?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/891364183850979017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=891364183850979017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/891364183850979017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/891364183850979017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-weekend.html' title='Long weekend'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-1468949397792485937</id><published>2007-04-05T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T07:20:33.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was crazy, I had the whole weekend off and I didn't know what to do with myself.  So I drank....haha.  Friday I went and got my toenails done after work and then me and Jackie went and ate delicious nachos at Gilberts.  She went to Dave's and I started watching The Girls Next Door series.  My friend Dina was picking me up later for the fun.  9pm, I was getting ready, having some drinks.  She got there about 10:45.  We went to Waves and a bunch of people were there for her sisters birthday.  It was fun.  Darren came up there which I had been kind of hoping he wouldn't because I just wanted to party with the girls and not worry about anything.  There was no drama.  After we left we went to Linda's Place.  I ate a cheeseburger but barely touched my fries.  Then went home and had meaningful conversations.  As meaningful as they can be when you've been drinking since 9pm.  I think I didn't go to bed until like 5 in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I was surprisingly not hung over.  I was a little tired.  I got up and ready and went to Anna's.  She made chili and wings and cheese and dips and all sorts of bad things for you.  I didn't start having drinks until around 8 when my parents left.  I think I ate too much and along with the drinks AND me and Beckie were in the kitchen working on our fitness for a while, my stomach got all messed up.  I threw up and it still really hurt.  I ended up taking one of Sandra's stomach pills and finally it helped.  We had played Scategorries for a while.  Take drunk people and make them think up words.  Quite amusing.  We did a lot of jager (sp?) bombs, Jackie was the bartender.  I think I went to bed at 3:30.  Sunday I was not feeling so good.  I went home and laid around til 3.  Then I decided to go work on my fitness.  I can't believe I made it.  I went home and cleaned and made some tater tots.  Some scandalous things happened that night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday me and Jackie got up and got ready for the Tigers game.  I wasn't going to drink that day but come on now, the margaritas?  Yummy!  Plus I only a piece of pizza.  So I was pretty loopy by the end of the game.  I had to go to work at the P bread!  I knew I was going to crash hard and I did.  I had to work both jobs Tues and Wed too and finally today I feel a little better.  But I'm still tired.  Now we have Friday and Monday off from EDS and I am looking forward to it.  We are going to a play on Saturday night but then I don't know what else is going on.  Hopefully something fun!  Sunday I am driving to Lansing for dinner.  Can't wait for the day to be done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-1468949397792485937?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1468949397792485937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=1468949397792485937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/1468949397792485937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/1468949397792485937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/fun-times.html' title='Fun times'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-6175539536805489242</id><published>2007-03-26T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T10:28:50.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PJ happenings</title><content type='html'>The weekend was quite interesting.  Friday I went to Kohl's to find pj's for the Channel 955 pj party.  I found some cute ones and went home to get ready.  Jessica met me at my house and we went to get liquor and stopped at McD's, I didn't get any because I hadn't gotten my money out yet, which later proves to be my downfall.  We went downriver where we met Anna, Jacque and Anastasia.  We had got a hotel room at the hotel the party was at.  We had brought our own liquor to do some pre-partying.  We all got dolled up and ready to go to the party.  On our way down there were some boys in a room and they were talking to us and one of them ended up being CHAD, he was the stripper that was at both Beckii and Sandra's bachelorette parties.  I never liked him.  It was set up cool, they had a bed when you walked in and you could get your picture taken on it so we did that.  Then they had free massages and psychic readings and you could get your hair done.  In the ballroom they had 2 cages and stripper poles and a bar, the bar sucked, it was expensive and didn't have much variety.  I thought there would be food but none was set out...I was like I'm going back to the room to have a drink, I was starting to get drunk, I hadn't eaten, I've lost 50 pounds, I apparently don't know my tolerance anymore.  Pretty soon I was making drunk phone calls.  And leaving hilarious messages, from what I'm told.  I remember a little.  I remember going back to the party and seeing Spike and talking to him, Ani and Jacque were waiting in line for the psychic and it was taking FOREVER, I lost interest and wandered off.  The next thing I remember is waking up at 5 am.  I woke up because Jessica was knocking on the door.  One of those 'oh my gosh no one is ever going to hear me sort of knocks'.  I was like where the hell am I and did I just pass out?!  Yes, I missed almost the whole damn party!!!  But man did I hear some good stories (not about me, because I seriously missed everything)  Everyone made out with someone, people were propositioned to have sex in the bathroom, post parties etc.  I was very annoyed with myself!  But at least I didn't do anything stupid.  I don't remember washing my face, brushing my teeth, taking out my contacts but apparently I did all those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we went to breakfast.  Mine was delicious, I know Jessica does not like Bob Evans but mmm mine was good.  Then I had to go home and get ready to get my hair done.  I got it cut and colored, then I met my mom for shopping.  We shopped for a long time.  She bought me some clothes, I was very excited.  I got home about 7 and then went to Outback to eat.  Got home about 10 and then we watched The Prestige, I was exhausted.  I never got a chance to rest.  Sunday I had to work from 2-close.  It was not too busy and we had a good manager closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to this weekend, where I am not going to drink as much but have more fun!  I'm going to the bar on Friday and Saturday is Anna's housewarming so we have to make the deserts.  We are making peanut butter balls, toffee bars and cupcakes.  And the greek pasta salad.  Yummo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-6175539536805489242?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6175539536805489242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=6175539536805489242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/6175539536805489242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/6175539536805489242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/pj-happenings.html' title='PJ happenings'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-5189343882265634558</id><published>2007-03-19T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T06:21:58.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patty Fun</title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm changing my post.  I hadn't been in a great mood for the past 2 weeks so I didn't want to spread my bad charm.  I had a fun weekend.  Friday I stayed downtown and met my dad and brother for the MSU hockey game.  I decided to ride the people mover over to the Joe.  I was sitting there and these 2 young boys ran and jumped on.  The doors started closing and all of sudden the guy they were with was running trying to get on the mover.  The doors closed as he tried to make it.  It was in slow motion.  They obviously ran ahead of him, not thinking that the doors would close.  So then they were just sitting there.  I was like 'um was that your dad?'  'Yes'.  'Are you going to stay on and go back?'  He was convinced that he would just get the next train.  They were also going to the game.  So I decided that if they got off at the Joe then I would stay with them until their dad got there.  1/2 way there a cop came on and go 'trevor and nick?'  They were just sitting there, I'm like 'hey is that you??!' They were like oh ya.  Their dad had gotten in touch with security and so they took them off the people mover.  It was entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;More so than the hockey game where we lost 5 to 2.  And my dad was buying drinks but I had to weigh in on Saturday so I didn't drink anything!  I got home a little after 11 and went to bed.  I had a busy day Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, went to ww at 8:30.  Then I worked from 10-5.  Went home and got ready to go meet the group.  I had to hang out with the puppies for bit because I had been gone all day.  I made myself a drink, I was actually very relaxed.  I curled my hair, put my shamrock on my face and put on a shirt that hasn't fit me in a while, I was feeling good.  I was a little wary because I knew that I was going to have to drive.  How long ago did we learn that drinking and driving was not a good idea?  Ya.  Auggie's was fun, they had really cheap food!  Jessica had her green coins, we had hats and blowers.  Then I watched MSU lose in basketball, they put forth a really good effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up leaving around 11.  Then my friends Dina and Malcolm were going out for his birthday and wanted me to meet them.  I haven't seen them in like 6 months so I was like ok.  Still afraid of the driving...I went to Emerald.  One of our other friends was there too and we just hung out and had a few drinks.  I ended up having one of them drive my car home.  I wasn't wasted or anything but better safe than sorry.  Then I thought it would be a good idea to drink when I got home.  I didn't go to bed until 5 in the morning and I had to work yesterday and be there late because we had a bread bash.  It was not a good day!  I didn't get home until almost 11 last night.  So anyways, that was the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-5189343882265634558?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5189343882265634558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=5189343882265634558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/5189343882265634558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/5189343882265634558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/patty-fun.html' title='Patty Fun'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-4924726426813758375</id><published>2007-02-21T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T05:51:58.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fog alert</title><content type='html'>Hump day.  I wish it was Friday.  Today is Zac's birthday.  He is 33.  That is still young.  He thinks that he is an introvert now and won't find anyone.  I don't think he is.  He just has to hang out more.  And not with his friends that smoke the bad stuff.  He doesn't want to do it so he needs to hang out with friends that don't.  Anyways, the weekend was good.  Friday I made the peanut butter chocolate balls for the slumber party, then I went and saw Ghost Rider.  I like Nicholas Cage.  It was an entertaining movie.  We went back and I was so tired.  I got ready for bed.  Saturday I went to ww and immediately went home and ate 2 chocolate balls.  They were so delicious.  I also went to Tim Hortons for a bagel.  I always go and get a salt bagel with veggie cream cheese and a diet pop.  They didn't have any diet.  I thought that was odd.  Then I went to work at noon.  They tried to ask me to close but no!  I had plans.  I got off work and went home and got my stuff together and went to Beckie's.  I got there at 8.  Started drinking cosmos, had some more chocolate balls.  Anna and Jessica got there.  Me and Beckie played high low, we both did 3 jello shots each.  I was getting drunk.  Then Jessica didn't bring cheesesticks like she said she was going to!  So we went to Farmer Jack.  I was sporting my SuperGirl pj's and she had her cat ones on.  No one even noticed.  When we got back I had makeup put on me.  Lots of glitter.  I looked like a butterfly.  Then we played T.P. pop culture and I proceeded to fall asleep on the floor.  Yes, I am lame!  I was so tired.  I don't seem to ever catch up on my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up the pizza rolls were gone.  We started getting our beds ready.  Jessica, Ryan and me talked for a while but I was starting to get a headache so I went to sleep.  I woke up at 7:20 and me and Jackie took the dogs outside.  Louie proceeded to scream like he was in pain because his feet got cold.  Went back to sleep until like 9:30.  I had to work that day and was not looking forward to it.  I decided to go to they gym because I wasn't going to be able to go on Monday.  I did 4 miles on the treadmill and went home to get ready for work.  I was so tired.  And that is how most weekends go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after going to the gym for 2 hours, I watched MSU play basketball and beat the #1 team in the country right now, Wisconsin.  I was sitting on the couch yelling and clapping.  Duke was running around barking like someone was there.  I was texting Jackie every 5 seconds because she was in class.  I talked to Danielle in L.A. It was exciting.  I did the dishes and my laundry too.  I was exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a vacation but I have no money.  Maybe I just want some days off but then I'd like it to be warm.  I'm trying to wait until later in the year to take it.  Plus I could go to the condo and it would be free.  I get 16 days.  I know in December I'll take at least 5.  Anna is buying a house and she is having a housewarming party on March 31st for anyone that wants to come!  She is buying in Holly.  It's about 45 minutes away from us.  She closes next week.  That's wierd!  Her stuff is all in storage right now and her dog is at my mom and dad's.  She is staying with Danielle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better get going.  I can almost see Windsor casino now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-4924726426813758375?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4924726426813758375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=4924726426813758375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/4924726426813758375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/4924726426813758375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/02/fog-alert.html' title='Fog alert'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-117128863181383704</id><published>2007-02-12T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T05:57:11.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School Partying</title><content type='html'>The weekend was good.  Friday I was really tired though because I hadn't slept that well on Thursday night.  I had to go to the doctor again because I've been sick and it wasn't getting better.  So it kind of turned in to a 1/2 day at work so I could go to the doctor.  I went and saw my mom at work.  Then me, Jackie and Dave went to see Catch and Release, I liked it.  I like Jennifer Garner a lot.  Then they dropped me off because I was really tired and they went on to eat at Red Robin.  Saturday morning I woke up with a kind of blah attitude because I knew I had to close.  Jackie and Dave were trying to get me to call in because there was a MSU/UofM hockey game that they were going to and then to go out for Darcy's birthday.  So I decided to just do it.  I've never called in and I was going to tell them that I would take a write up I didn't care.  They ended up getting my shift covered so I was fine.  We went over to Dave's and hung out there for a while, then we went to Vivio's to meet Jackie's Aunt and cousin and a group that was all going to the game.  I got a ticket from Marc.  His friend was suppose to come with him but I guess he called him and was like how bad do you want to go?  So his friend didn't come.  The game was very tense!  We were winning and then with 1 minute 51 seconds UofM tied it up.  Overtime came and no one scored so it was a tie.  I was kind of tired then but we were going to go out, we haven't been out for a while.  We kind of told Marc that he was coming with us.  I don't think he minded.  We stopped at Dave's to change, to the disappointment of Marc, he thought that we were just going to 'hang'.  After we changed he goes 'ah here is the Sarah and Jackie that I know.'  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started drinking on the way, we called Anna and Darcy, the 2 space cadets.. :)  They didn't know where they were.  They had been drinking for a few hours already.  Finally we got the place, it Rush St.  on Main St.  It was a wine bar.  We had a few drinks there and then went to Live, a club around the corner.  It was fun!  The bar experience was a little hazy for me.  I know I danced, I know I tried to get Marc to dance, I danced with the girls (a lot of other girls came), I know I wore my sunglasses a lot.  Then we were leaving.  I passed out on the way to White Castle and then I was like 'I don't want it, I think I'm going to throw up.'  I hurtled out of the car and threw up outside w.c.  Yum.  Then I felt better and decided that it didn't sound too bad.  What?!  So we went back to Dave's and ate our w.c.  I had a little of the old Sarah goin on that night.  Had some fun, drank too much, threw up, ate w.c.....did some mischeivous things.  The next morning I was SO hung over I wanted to die.  I had to take Marc home and that was fine except I thought I was going to hurl the whole way.  I called Anna and she was like 'um I can't move, I haven't got out of bed.'  I'm like ya well I have to work today!!  I'm just hoping I make it home before I get sick!  I felt a little better after I laid down.  I went to work and I was out of it.  But I made it through.  This morning it is kind of like that sad the weekend is over feeling.  Ah well, now I remember why I can't party like that too much!  I can't stand the aftermath!  But it was sure fun while it was going on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-117128863181383704?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/117128863181383704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=117128863181383704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/117128863181383704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/117128863181383704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/02/old-school-partying.html' title='Old School Partying'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-117069529433665628</id><published>2007-02-05T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:08:14.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos, panic and disorder ..my work here is done here.</title><content type='html'>The weekend was good despite negative temperatures.  Friday was bad, I was to work at 5pm and so that means leave this job around 4:15, that's a good time, that's 9 hours and 15 minutes, well....until the other admin calls and says we need to enter something in to get approved, even though no one is going to approve something at 5pm on a Friday night.  So I say 'ok, but I have to leave in 15 minutes.'  30 minutes later I was so pissed, she isn't my manager, she has no life so she doesn't need to ever leave here.  She asked 'why are you getting so frustrated'.  I couldn't look at her, I might have slapped her!  So lesson learned:  Don't answer the phone if it is from her after 4pm if I want to leave at a decent time!  So I rushed to the other job and not like I would get in trouble for being late but it is a pride thing.  I was suppose to be on Crispanis and I had ironed my shirt and everything and I walk in and they are like 'oh you are on line.'  No one could talk to me for about the first 2 hours.  And the line was to the door for most of the night.  Once I got some soup in me I felt a little better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I woke up and went to ww, then I went and ate breakfast.  I had to work at noon so I rushed home and went in.  I was on line for the first 4 hours and helping on crispanis for the last 4.  I got to leave at around 7 though.  Anna and Darcy ended up coming over and we drank raspberry smirnoff and minute maid raspberry and we went to outback and ate cheese fries.  It was delicious.  I fell asleep at like 12:30.  I did not have to work yesterday, it was so nice.  I slept in, watched the food network and around 2 I went to the mall.  I got a turtleneck from NY and Co because I have to walk in to work and it is cold.  Then I went to farmer jack and bought some snacks for the night.  We watched the SB, I was not impressed by the commercials at all.  I laughed at the rock, paper, scissors one but not many others!  I was kind of dragging.  One day is not enough to catch up on rest.  I wish I could have called in today but I didn't.  My plans for the week include work, gym and sleeping.  Real exciting...And hoping that our heat is working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-117069529433665628?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/117069529433665628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=117069529433665628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/117069529433665628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/117069529433665628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/02/chaos-panic-and-disorder-my-work-here.html' title='Chaos, panic and disorder ..my work here is done here.'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116984453531414280</id><published>2007-01-26T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T12:48:55.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/friendtest/1879039"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/friend/1879039/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Quiz here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116984453531414280?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116984453531414280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116984453531414280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116984453531414280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116984453531414280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/create-your-own-friend-quiz-here.html' title=''/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116973328248278133</id><published>2007-01-25T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T05:57:07.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I work 60 hours a week to be this poor.</title><content type='html'>Almost Friday, this week has actually gone fast.  I don't know if it because I worked a couple days or what.  Panera was hellish on Tuesday, we were being audited the next day, and when I say audit, I don't mean money-wise.  It means that everything is up to standards, clean, labelled, etc.  Why, I usually work on those nights I don't know but at 11:20 I was getting pissed.  I had closed my area, scrubbed the cafe floors and dusted the blinds, while everyone else was still doing their 'area'.  So then the manager was like well will you mop the walk-in.  I'm like what the hell?!  I guess I should have moved at snail pace while closing my shit so that I wouldn't have to do other people's.  After that they said I could go.  Oh thanks.  Yesterday I was very busy here and the day went quickly and I had to go to Panera.  Tonight I plan on going to the gym and then maybe a movie if I haven't collapsed by then.  Friday night I plan on doing nothing.  Probably falling asleep at like 9 again.  Saturday I have to work but I don't have to close.  I know that most will be helping Beckie move but I won't have time to get there, sorry Beckie...Then Sunday I close.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna is slated to move back on February 1st.  She is having fun looking at condos and houses.  I don't know if she is going to buy right away but she likes looking.  I remember when we did, I had fun too. Darcy got laid off, she worked for Phizer in Ann Arbor.  So her plans are now to move to the Middle East to be with her new husband.  He has a job there and was planning on coming back to the States but now it looks like they will be there for a while.  Wierd.. Besides that I pretty much have gotten up at 5:45-6am every morning and not gotten home until like 10:45pm, so I get ready for bed and that's about it.  Real exciting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116973328248278133?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116973328248278133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116973328248278133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116973328248278133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116973328248278133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-work-60-hours-week-to-be-this-poor.html' title='I work 60 hours a week to be this poor.'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116947278570275509</id><published>2007-01-22T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T06:26:07.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If assholes could fly, this place would be an airport!</title><content type='html'>So basically I'm avoiding work right now.  There is stuff I need to do but I am procrastinating.  This week is going to be long and boring.  The weekend was fine, I have fallen in to habits.  I go to gym 4 days a week.  Friday I couldn't wait to get home, after the gym and put on my robe and eat dinner and lay on the couch.  I fell asleep at 8:45, missing Monk and Psych.  I woke up at like 11 and was like oh crap.  But my body was so tired.  We let the dogs out and I went to bed.  I got 12 hours of sleep.  I woke up at 9 to go to ww.  Then I laid around once I got back, cleaned the bathroom etc.  It was cold in the house so I laid under my covers and took a nap.  It was nice, the only thing that would have been nicer is if I hadn't had to work.  So I got up and went in to work.  To find out that it was Lynn closing.  I knew it would be a long night.  We ended up finally getting out almost at 11.  It is ridiculous!  2 hours to clean up?  I do not understand.  I went up to Outback and we sat at the bar and I had 3 drinks and some broccoli with cheese, it was delicious!  Some people were going to the casino and I've never really gone so I was like let's go.  We went to Greektown.  I said I was only going to spend $20, but I only spent $15.  I played slots.  I was a little bit tipsy.  I was ok enough to remember.  So we didn't get home until like 5 in the morning.  I was so frickin tired yesterday.  I slept til noon.  I had to work at 3.  Again, Lynn was closing.  I was on crispanis and I was doing everything, helping with bakery, cafe, then she sent the cafe person home, because she sucked so I had to close that and crispanis.  I got done with my stuff and the bakery person still wasn't done, so I was helping her.  I was getting a little annoyed because there was NO reason that she wasn't done.  Finally at 9 I went back and Lynn came out of the office and was like 'what is going on?'  I was like ya I'm pissed!  I've been helping a lot!  She was like ya I know, I could see on the monitor.  So she said I could leave.  I went home and made vegetables and watched Brothers and Sisters.  Oh ya, I dropped my phone in a frickin mop bucket that someone had not emptied after they used it, my pet peeve!  So it is fucked and I have to go get a new one.  I just got it 2 weeks ago.  That made my night worse!  Well I gotta go do something I guess.  Not looking forward to this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot the most important news, Anna is coming home!  She got transferred back to Michigan, she is SO excited.  She will be working in Flint and so she wants to live within like 30 minutes of there.  Her estimated return date is February 1st.  That quick.  They got her movers so she doesn't have to pack anything.  Crazy!  She would have been in Buffalo 5 years in April.  I remember every visit out there, and the first time we moved her.  I'm glad she is coming home but also a little sad, it was fun going to visit her and hang out and go to Anchor Bar and to Chippewa Street.  And they opened the Cheesecake factory and now we won't even get to go!  Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116947278570275509?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116947278570275509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116947278570275509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116947278570275509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116947278570275509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-assholes-could-fly-this-place-would.html' title='If assholes could fly, this place would be an airport!'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116914673434647475</id><published>2007-01-18T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:00:26.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back off!! You're standing in my aura.</title><content type='html'>Your positive traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open minded enough to date outside your typical "type" ... successfully!&lt;br /&gt;You are diplomatic - and likely to end a fight instead of dragging things out.&lt;br /&gt;You are easily loyal and faithful, but only for the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit gullible, and partners take advantage of you. You still may not know it.&lt;br /&gt;You find it difficult to decide where to go to dinner, what movie to watch, who to date...&lt;br /&gt;You have to be in a relationship, or else you just don't feel like yourself. (That is definately NOT me - I was in my first real relationship when I was 27!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smooth talker who enjoys socializing as much as you to.&lt;br /&gt;Someone classy and cultured who knows which wine to order with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Is beautiful to you - although not necessarily attractive in the traditional sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dating style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic. If your date comes bearing flowers, wine, and poetry... well, your heart soars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving. Your lover's pleasure is as important as your own.&lt;br /&gt;Soft and sensual - you don't like anything to be rough.&lt;br /&gt;Extravagant ... your fantasy involves staying at a five star hotel with your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so quick to compromise in relationships - and you'll get taken advantage of yes.&lt;br /&gt;Try being single for a while. Seems impossible, but you'll learn so much about yourself from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;Make some decisions about your romantic life, right now. You'll be happy that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best color to attract mate: Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best day for a date: Wednesday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116914673434647475?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116914673434647475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116914673434647475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116914673434647475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116914673434647475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-off-youre-standing-in-my-aura.html' title='Back off!! You&apos;re standing in my aura.'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116837951947218124</id><published>2007-01-09T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T13:51:59.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry. I forgot your name too.</title><content type='html'>I have been really busy at work.  I switched to the new position and learning everything is time consuming.  Plus the lady that is training me seems kind of frazzled.  She stays until like 9pm on Friday nights.  This is admin work, not like saving lives or anything.  Nothing that can't be put off til tomorrow!  My normal shift should start next week, and that will be my normal 7-4ish again.  I've only been scheduled to work 1 day during the week at the P-bread but then I have to work every Saturday and Sunday and that is no fun!  I like having the days off during the week though to go to the gym.  &lt;br /&gt;New Year's was fun like everyone has updated.  I drank chocolate martinis and ate jimmy john's, wings and mexicali dip, it was delicious.  I listened to Jacque say that the guy she is 'friends with benefits' with, that he looks like Taye Diggs.  Um no.  Anna text me that night and said 'does he?'  I replied 'No'.  It was funny.  She also thought that I started a trend by dating a black person, I'm like well I started that trend like 6 years ago!  Overall though, it was very easy to avoid people that you didn't want to talk to.  I played ping pong and Mike (Beckii's) was my 'ping pong manager'.  He came up with that because he thought I was really good at it.  It was really funny.  New Year's day I did the laying around all day also.  It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend on Friday night Beckie and Jessica came over and we watched the Descent, I did not fall asleep.  But then I went to bed, I was really tired.  Woke up to go to ww.  Then me and Jackie went to the mall and ate at Olga's.  Yummy, I came home and took a nap before going to work.  I frequented Waves also that night.  I hadn't been out really in a long time.  I got a little tipsy and we went to White Castle and my coat felt funny, I was like 'um is something wrong with my coat?'  Ya, I had put it on upside down.  Haha.  I had been craving w.c. so much that I inhaled it.  It was SO good.  But like 2 hours later it wasn't so good, coming back up.  My stomach hurt really bad.  Then I had to work.  And we had a breadbash.  It was frickin ridiculous.  We were trying to clean while the meeting was going on but then we miss the meeting.  We didn't leave until 11pm.  I was highly annoyed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going to the gym and heading home to lounge until I fall asleep.  I'm tired today.  Tomorrow I gotta work at both places.  Yipee.  Well I better get going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116837951947218124?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116837951947218124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116837951947218124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116837951947218124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116837951947218124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-worry-i-forgot-your-name-too.html' title='Don&apos;t worry. I forgot your name too.'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116733191654033670</id><published>2006-12-28T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T10:51:56.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week is flying</title><content type='html'>I figured I should update this because there are a lot of people I haven't talked to.  I have had a good week.  Last week I worked a lot but then I had 4 nights off from Panera.  And I have had almost a week and 1/2 off from the other one before I go back on the 2nd.  AND when I go back I'll be at my new account.  I'm a little nervous but I'm sure I'll be fine.  Sorry I couldn't make it to the Christmas party.  I worked and I had to weigh in on Saturday morning.  Then I met my mom and we went to get pedicures and manicures.   She is so awesome.  She gave me money, I feel very lucky to have such great parents.  Anna couldn't go with us because she cannot bend her knee for a few weeks.  Then they tell her that she needs to have surgery but she might just get physical therapy.  We went and picked her up and went to Applebee's for lunch.  It was delicious.  We took Anna to Meijer and she got to ride on the electric scooter.  I'm sure she would have rather been walking.  There was an asshole when my mom was picking her up.  They had done a u-turn right in front of meijer and anna was trying to get in the car and they honked and were waving their arms.  So I go 'we have an injured person you asshole.'  They apparently heard me because he roled down the window and called me an asshole.  Whatever.  &lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve I got up and went to the gym, did 3 miles on the treadmill before rushing home to go to see Night at the Museum with Anna, Danielle and my mom.  Went back to my parents house and hung out.  Zac and Luke came over and we read the Christmas story from the Bible and then we went to church.  Anna had to sit in front of us so she could put her leg up.  We went home and they chowed down on crab legs and shrimp and I had little quiches, a sandwich and chex mix.  MMMM.  Then Dave got there and we opened presents.  Luke got me a lot of stuff.  Target g.c., jersey sheets, perfume, socks.  It was fun.  Monday morning we woke up at around 8 and drove to Lansing.  We went to my Grandma Winkler's and hung out, ate, opened presents.  I got some wierd gifts but we always get wierd gifts, at least 1 or 2.  Then we played euchre and went over to my Aunt and Uncle Lum's.  He made chinese.  It was of course really good but it wasn't good for me!  I left to go back home around 6:30 with my dad.  My mom, Anna and Danielle stayed in E.L.  Danielle had to get ready because the next day she was going to Miami, how lucky of her!  &lt;br /&gt;I got home around 8:30 and I felt so bad because Duke was alone for like 12 hours.  Tuesday I went to the gym and then me and Jackie went to the mall.  Then later we went to my parents for game night.  Well we only ended up playing 1 game for 4 hours!!  We were playing Trivial pursuit, the DVD pop culture.  It was me and Anna and my mom and Jackie.  I swear we got on the center one like 5 times and could not get the answer right.  Finally Jackie just answered the question.  &lt;br /&gt;I've been going to the gym all week and my legs are sore.  I have to work tomorrow, 1-4, what kind of shift is that?  Then Saturday night and I work 8-3 on New Year's Eve.  Then we are going to Beckii Skala's house a.k.a. Dial.  I am looking forward to it.  Well I think that I am going to go to Target and see if I can find anything cool I want to get :)  Hope all is well with everyone, hope to see you on New Year's Eve!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116733191654033670?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116733191654033670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116733191654033670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116733191654033670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116733191654033670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/week-is-flying.html' title='The week is flying'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116653251779814937</id><published>2006-12-19T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T04:48:37.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;  &lt;TABLE&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR&gt;  &lt;TD vAlign=top width=255 height=600&gt;&lt;img border=1 src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/DGLMf.gif" name=thebigpicture4&gt;           &lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD vAlign=top&gt;  &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;The Maid of Honor&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;D&lt;/B&gt;eliberate&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;G&lt;/B&gt;entle&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;L&lt;/B&gt;ove&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;M&lt;/B&gt;aster (&lt;FONT shmolor=red&gt;DGLMf&lt;/FONT&gt;)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;    Appreciated for your kindness and envied for all your experience, you are &lt;B&gt;The Maid of Honor&lt;/B&gt;. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;    Charismatic, affectionate, and terrific in relationships, you are what many guys would call a "perfect catch"--and you probably have many admirers, each wishing to capture your long-term love. You're careful, extra careful, because the last thing you want is to hurt anyone. Especially some poor boy whose only crime was liking you. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;!-- begin exact opposite table --&gt;  &lt;CENTER&gt;  &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=5 align=right bgshmolor=#bbbbbb border=0&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR height=20&gt;  &lt;TD align=middle bgshmolor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;SPAN class=tiny&gt;Your exact opposite:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Half-cocked&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;img border=1 hspace=3 src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/RBSDf_thumb.gif" vspace=7&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Random&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;Brutal&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;Sex&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;Dreamer&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;!-- end exact opposite table --&gt;    We've deduced you're fully capable of a dirty fling, but you do feel that post-coital attachment after hooking up. So, conscientious person that you are, you do your best to reserve physical affection for those you respect...so you can respect yourself. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;    Your biggest negative is the byproduct of your careful nature: indecision. You're just as slow &lt;FONT shmolor=blue&gt;rejecting&lt;/FONT&gt; someone as you are accepting them.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;img border=1 src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/square.gif"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT shmolor=red&gt;ALWAYS AVOID&lt;/FONT&gt;: &lt;B&gt;The False Messiah&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;B&gt;The 5-Night Stand&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;B&gt;The Vapor Trail&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;B&gt;The Bachelor&lt;/B&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT shmolor=blue&gt;CONSIDER&lt;/FONT&gt;: &lt;B&gt;The Gentleman&lt;/B&gt;, someone just like you. &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 32-Type Dating Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;OkCupid&lt;/b&gt; - Free Online Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;My profile name: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=extrasweett'&gt;&lt;b&gt;extrasweett&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116653251779814937?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116653251779814937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116653251779814937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116653251779814937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116653251779814937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/maid-of-honordeliberate-gentle-love.html' title=''/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116620706923393176</id><published>2006-12-15T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T10:24:29.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Clear</title><content type='html'>Finally feeling better today.  I've been sick for a week.  Every so often I get a coughing fit or watery eyes but it is much better.  Sleep didn't really help, well I might have been more sick if I didn't get as much as I did.  After the 7 days at Panera they decided to give me 5 off.  It was so nice.  I still am getting 24 hours a week but how they put it gave me 5 in a row.  &lt;br /&gt;So last weekend pretty much I did nothing.  Friday I worked even though I was sick.  Came home went to bed, Saturday I worked came home and tried to have a drink but I wasn't feeling good at all.  I went to Denny's.  Sunday I didn't have to work and I layed around all day.  Monday night we had to meet Jamie for dinner and he went over our mortgage stuff.  We finally gave him a wedding present.  It's been almost 6 months!  He paid for dinner so that was cool.  I was so tired, I had to make pasta salad for our potluck at work.  I went to the gym 3 times this week doing 3.5 miles on the treadmill each day.  I am VERY sore today.  My arms a little better but my butt and down are sore!  Now I have to go to work today and stand so that is going to suck.  I'm going to go to bed early because I am waking up at like 8 to go to ww and then to panera for 10-3.  I'm so glad I got that shift.  I traded with someone so I didn't have 4 closing in a row.  Tomorrow night I plan on eating at Outback or Gilberts I haven't decided.  Then I close on Sunday and Monday.  But next week starts vacation here.  I have almost a week and 1/2 off.  I am glad.  I can go to the gym, finish Christmas shopping, stuff like that.  &lt;br /&gt;Anna popped her knee out and it is really bad.  She had an MRI on it but I don't think she knows anything yet.  She was just walking Izzy.  So now Izzy is at her friends because she lives on the top floor of a house and it was too hard to go up and down the stairs.  She is going to go get her this weekend though.  She misses her.  Her leg is in a brace and she is walking with crutches and now her arm hurts from the crutches.  She usually walks like 7 miles a day at work but now she cannot walk at all so she's just been doing desk work.  I feel bad and I get grossed out thinking about it.  yuck. &lt;br /&gt;well I gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116620706923393176?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116620706923393176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116620706923393176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116620706923393176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116620706923393176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-clear.html' title='All Clear'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116551597667931269</id><published>2006-12-07T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T10:26:56.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sunshine will come back</title><content type='html'>I would like to blog on my space but certain people are on there that I don't care for them to know what is going on.  So I got a new position in this company.  I am going to be an Administrative Assistant, I'm following in my non romantic partners footsteps :)  Actually I really am, it just took me 4 years of here to do it.  Because when we were on GM Card I became a team leader, then I took over her job doing those reports.  Hmmm, now this.  Odd.  But anyways, I am SO glad to get out of here.  If I told you the things that have happened you would not even believe it.  My other friend also got a different position.  So first, they laid off 5 people, then 1 left, now 2 more are leaving, hmmmm maybe that is a sign that WE AREN'T HAPPY!!!!  The morale has NOT gone up since some who shall remain nameless became manager so they kiss my a$$!!  So hopefully it will be January 2nd.  If they will let me leave this account...that soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been rough.  I was scheduled 7 out of 8 days at panera.  Tooooo much.  I'll have Sunday, Monday Tuesday off from there though so I can't wait.  I am not the only one frustrated at The P bread.  Those of us that have been there for a while have no patience for the new people, especially after a few months and they still suck.  I can't stand it!  Last weekend was good.  Friday night I had off and I was really tired.  Beckie and Jessica came over and they rented The Feast.  We all had to pick a character and when ours died then we had to do our shooter bottle of whatever we had.  I was the 'bartender'.  He seemed like he would last.  He did, until like 5 minutes before the movie was over.  Jackie was McSteamy and he died 5 seconds in to the movie.  Grandma (Jessica) lasted the longest.  We really thought she would survive but the babies got her in the end.  I can't remember when Beckie's got the monster...  Then we ate white castle.  MMMMM love the w.c.  Saturday I went to the gym to work that off.  I worked out for an hour.  I had to work that day.  It was the most hellish day EVER!!  The line was to the door for 4 hours.  I literally did not move from salads and soups for 4 hours.  I definately needed a drink after that one.  So went home, made a drink and Beckie and Jackie came and got me and we went to Mt. Clemons.  Had some more drinks, thought I might get sick but I avoided it.  Then we went to Denny's and I ate breakfast, it was yummy.  &lt;br /&gt;Sunday it was back on WW.  And I've been good all week but I feel bad about myself.  I don't know if it's because I'm tired or getting a cold or what but I've been down on myself.  Feeling guilty because I can't go to the gym, but literally I cannot go to the gym, I'm gone like 16 hours a day.  The one day I had off I went.  I just hate that I can't go more.  Anyways.  Looking forward to Saturday.  Only 2 days away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116551597667931269?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116551597667931269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116551597667931269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116551597667931269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116551597667931269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/sunshine-will-come-back.html' title='The sunshine will come back'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116404639220604669</id><published>2006-11-20T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T10:13:12.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time passes on</title><content type='html'>I am fighting a sad feeling.  I've been fine but my friend is leaving to work on a different account and it just hit me how much I want to also.  It is tough to do it because you almost have to know someone to switch, she did.  It just fell in to place.  I'm tired of working 2 jobs, it's been 2.5 years.  And getting my internship is not going to happen until I can get a different second job to get more experience but I don't even like my main job so it can be depressing.  I had no vacations and I won't have one for a long time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at Panera 1 person quit and 1 called in.  So we were 2 short.  So another girl came in so it was a little better but then the girl that was suppose to close cafe, her dad had given her like 3 painkillers of some unperscribed sort and she was all drugged up and then he came in like a lunatice demanding that she go home and if she hurt herself there that he would sue.  Our manager kindly told him that he would not be able to since he gave her an unperscribed painkiller.  So she left.  So I had to close crispani and cafe.  So I would ring people in and if they got one I had to go back and make it.  Run all around trying to get everything done.  It was not an amusing night.  &lt;br /&gt;Normally I would turn to food as a comfort but I don't do that anymore so it is hard to find something to take it's place.  &lt;br /&gt;Saturday was good.  I went to ww and then went grocery shopping.  It was my day to eat more and I wanted cheese.  During the week I barely have any.  I bought cheese sticks and stuff to make the chili cheese dip, but I only had 2 cheese sticks and I didn't make the other thing.  Then I cleaned and watched MSU get their asses kicked for the last time this season and then went to my friends to watch the Ohio st./UofM game.  It is hard for me to cheer for UofM because we are so programmed to dislike them.  I didn't really cheer for either.  It was just good football.  I had some drinks but I was so tired I fell asleep.  I went home at like 11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116404639220604669?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116404639220604669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116404639220604669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116404639220604669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116404639220604669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-passes-on.html' title='The time passes on'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116360100232952445</id><published>2006-11-15T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T06:30:02.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on truckin all the way</title><content type='html'>There is always a certain amount of shame that comes with rejection but I think that I have good perspective about not getting the internship I applied for.  I know that it would have been a huge financial burden at this time and maybe when we sell the house and I have more options of living at home or in a cheaper place then it will be my time to do it.  I have to get some experience in a hospital setting, ya know with all my free time.  I looked in to the one at Henry Ford and in the application they want at least 40 hours, which isn't too much.  It can be volunteer also in a hospital setting.  Then they want a letter of recommendation from a teacher in one of my dietetics class.  Um I took those so long ago at MSU and at Madonna I only had a couple and I only still talk to the director, who is already writing me one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last weekend was good, besides working, I had Saturday off and I cleaned my bedroom, went shopping, ate Jet's, watched football and went to the bar.  It was fun.  This weekend is the big game and I'll be watching the #1 against #2.  Then Thanksgiving, so I will have a short week.  I'm looking forward to it, except the eating part.  It will be a challenge for that.  Well I gotta get going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116360100232952445?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116360100232952445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116360100232952445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116360100232952445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116360100232952445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/11/keep-on-truckin-all-way.html' title='Keep on truckin all the way'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116342144222227902</id><published>2006-11-13T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:37:22.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a match</title><content type='html'>I did not get the internship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116342144222227902?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116342144222227902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116342144222227902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116342144222227902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116342144222227902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/11/not-match.html' title='Not a match'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116317040005387095</id><published>2006-11-10T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T06:53:20.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put it down</title><content type='html'>I know it's kind of late to post from last weekend but we had fun.  We didn't go to E.L. until around 1 and we met Danielle, Anna, Darcy and Dave at the Wing place so we could all ride together.  Jackie's cousin came too.  It was not up to tailgate par, we didn't even bring the grill or canopy but we had wings :)  And liquor.  Since it was already like 1:30 we thought we had to 'catch up' to them because they had drinks at Danielle's.  Probably not the best idea.  Jackie drank the rest of her margaritas and I finished over 1/2 a bottle of captains.  We were drinking up until we walked in to the stadium.  We were hammered.  It was great fun though and we took a lot of pictures.  Too bad our loud cheering couldn't get us a win.  We went back to Danielle's and on the way they dropped me and Marc off to get some vodka.  I don't really remember why we went to get that.  We ordered Jet's and that is my favorite and so I pigged out, not a good idea since like 2 hours later I puked it all up.  I don't think it was from the drinking, I think 4 pieces were just wayy to many.  Sunday sucked, I was so tired and I had to work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has gone kind of fast.  I think I am veto-ing tomorrows game and staying at home for once.  Then I'm suppose to go out for my friends birthday tomorrow night.  Panera has gotten incredibly bad.  We haven't been getting out until 11 and every night we just have a bad crew.  We'll have like 2 good people and the rest bad.  So then the good people get shafted and are working their asses off.  It is not fair.  I think the good will start quitting soon.  It's not that I want to but I can't stand it.  &lt;br /&gt;I am definately antsy to get out of here today.  I don't feel like doing tickets anymore!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116317040005387095?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116317040005387095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116317040005387095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116317040005387095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116317040005387095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/11/put-it-down.html' title='Put it down'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116249850288634122</id><published>2006-11-02T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:15:02.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It will be a going away party"</title><content type='html'>John L.'s words on if they get to a bowl game this year after being fired yesterday.  He will finish out the season.  We are happy although it is the same thing every time, we get a new coach, they suck, we get all annoyed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Beckie's surprise party last night.  She was surprised and concerned that we weren't going to watch Top Chef.  We made cheesesticks and pretzels filled with cheese and had mexicali dip.  YUM.  I didn't have any of the cheesy stuff but I ate some mexicali with pretzels.  We toasted with some champagne and no one ate any cake or ice cream!  After I slaved over it, haha, just kidding it took me like 5 minutes to mix and 30 to bake.  Then we all put a message on it.  We decorated with black and purple balloons and streamers and random balloons all over the floor.  I stayed up for the whole thing, that was amazing!  So, it was a success.  I'm glad almost everyone could make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are going tailgating and maybe to the game.  Ha, just kidding, we are going to the game too.  It's Anna's last one for the year so we gotta go out with a bang.  Not literally.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run, almost time to blow this popsicle stand.  I don't know how to spell that, don't really care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116249850288634122?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116249850288634122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116249850288634122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116249850288634122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116249850288634122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-will-be-going-away-party.html' title='&quot;It will be a going away party&quot;'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116178677260398809</id><published>2006-10-25T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T07:32:52.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"She will die by the sword"</title><content type='html'>That is quote from my dad when I called him last night, crying, about work.  It has been a hellish past week and 1/2 here.  The big B, or 'hulk' as some like to call her has been a complete ass.  There have been rumors of people telling her that she needs to check with HR if I can work a second job.  Um I've worked there for 2.5 years and gone through 3 managers with that, no problems up until now.  Am I not doing my job?  No that isn't the problem, the problem is an insecure bizatch, or 'fat bitch' as my dad said who probably is jeolous that I'm actually losing weight and feeling better about myself.  He said what I expected him to say, 'make sure it is the right time to quit, it is almost over, you are above that, keep doing your job well and you will be fine.'  And I am keeping it all business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, things are going fine.  I had fun with my sister.  We just hung out, she made homemade dough and we made vegetable pizza and watched Grey's Anatomy.  We went to BW3's and watched the debacle of the MSU game and left before 1/2time and found out later it was the biggest comeback in NCAA division 1 football for them to pull out a victory.  We went to Victoria secret and spent $165, well I didn't, she did because she wanted a free bag.  She bought me a bra though, so I was cool with that.  Went to Red Lobster ate 3 biscuits and a steak.  Yum, then we went home and watched the Tigers while falling asleep.  We didn't go out and we were fine with that.  Friday night we had made Smirnoff raspberry and raspberry juice and it was so delicious, I got drunk and could not even taste the vodka.  Overall it was a good relaxing weekend only to come in here to this shit.  This weekend I have a wedding to go to all day Saturday and probably in to the night.  It should be fun.  Then we got the last 2 home games left before it starts to be holiday season again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably should get back to the grind although it doesn't really matter if I do a good job, it is always thought that we 'are trying to get away with something.'  Like we are in fucking high school?  Whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116178677260398809?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116178677260398809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116178677260398809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116178677260398809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116178677260398809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/10/she-will-die-by-sword.html' title='&quot;She will die by the sword&quot;'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116067971443675131</id><published>2006-10-12T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T12:01:54.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttery popcorn</title><content type='html'>I had a good birthday.  I worked from home, went to the gym, got my hair cut and colored, and went to Mongolian bbq with my mom, dad, danielle and jackie.  I also went to the Secretary of State where come to find out they moved it so I had to go to a different one but once I got there it only took like 5 minutes.  Dinner was really good, then we watched the Tigers, ANTM and PR.  I fell asleep, I was so tired.  My mom and Anna got me 3 months worth of ww, I was very excited about that.  And I got a cutting board, knives, silverware and a cookie cooling rack.  All stuff on my list.  Oh also popcorn and Captain's :)  Can't go wrong with that!  I probably went over my points last night but not by much.  I pretty much starved myself all day so that I could not feel bad about eating.  Then we got the big brownie sundae for dessert and come to find out it is 35 points!! Holy crap!  But we all ate out of it so it couldn't be that bad... I'm going to the gym today too, I went for a walk earlier.  Turning 30 is just like any other birthday, you just aren't in your 20's anymore.  Anyways, it is taking me a while to finish this so I gotta go. Someone just made popcorn and it smells SO good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116067971443675131?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116067971443675131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116067971443675131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116067971443675131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116067971443675131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/10/buttery-popcorn.html' title='Buttery popcorn'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-116039454038309541</id><published>2006-10-09T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:49:00.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I expect the officials to get it right."</title><content type='html'>That was a quote by MSU football coach on why he didn't challenge a touchdown on Saturday.  MSU lost 31 to 13 to UofM, not that we weren't expecting it but that was the first one of the game and it wasn't a touchdown so it might have changed the flow.  Saturday was quite fun.  I went with Darren to Ann Arbor, Dave and his parents came and my cousin, Aaron and his friends.  We tailgated at Darren's uncles RV and they just hook it up.  Deep fryer, drinks, bathroom, TV, whatever.  We went back and forth from there to Dave's.  I brought my cousin back to get a drink and he never left the RV.  It was funny.  We went without tickets and we could have bought them for $59 a piece which was face value but we didn't want to do that so we went up to the stadium around game time and there were a lot of people scalping but they were trying to get face or more.  One guy goes '$120 each.'  What!?? Ya right!  The guys that came up to him after were cops and they busted him.  He goes 'Do I at least get my tickets back?'  They were like 'NO.'  Duh!  Haha.  So we went back to the RV, where my cousin was still eating and we watched it on the TV in there.  Then we caught the end of the Tigers game too.  We went back and hung out with Dave and his parents and it was fun no one seemed upset that MSU lost, we just hope it is another nail in Smith's coffin.  &lt;br /&gt;Sunday I slept til noon and then got up and I had to go to work.  I was in a daze most of the day.  I drank all day Saturday but I was never wasted.  I was just tired yesterday.  I work both jobs today and tomorrow.  Then I have to go and get my tabs renewed on Wednesday.  Yippee.  Maybe I should do some work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-116039454038309541?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116039454038309541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=116039454038309541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116039454038309541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/116039454038309541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-expect-officials-to-get-it-right.html' title='&quot;I expect the officials to get it right.&quot;'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115990300381731095</id><published>2006-10-03T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T05:23:39.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The collapse</title><content type='html'>The guy that is sitting next to me got french fries for lunch!!  arg!  I want some.  But I won't have any.  So Friday was fun, besides the plumber saying it would be $270 to snake a pipe.  We definately declined that.  Then we went to my parents at like 3pm and I cleaned and we went to Kroger.  My parents came home and we got pizza from Hungry Howie's, it felt just like old times at the Winkler's.  Pizza on a Friday night.  Yum.  Then we made the veggie pizza.  Stace, Julie, John, Steve R., Luke, us, and my parents hung out and had drinks and ate.  Then Jessica, Anna, Mike and Darcy got there around 9 and we got ready to leave.  We all are getting ready to go to the cars and someone goes 'now who knows how to get there?'  I had been there but not for like 10 years!  (I am continuing from yesterday, I got busy).  Anna bought me a fish bowl and I drank that all night.  Along with another drink and 2 shots.  So I was pretty drunk.  We left apparently at like 12:45.  I thought it was later.  I had to get up early and go to East Lansing.  I woke up at 8 but I didn't actually leave my parents until 9:30.  I was moving really slow.  Went to the game only to watch them lose against the worst team in the Big Ten, it was awesome.  Then we went back to Danielles, went out to eat with Jamie and went back and watched football and fell asleep early.  Sunday we went to the Tigers game.  Another losing day.  It went in to 12 innings but we left after the 9th, I was starving and I just wanted to be home.  I mowed the lawn, made dinner and watched TV.  It was good.  And of course it is raining again, we rarely have a day that it doesn't rain here anymore.  I am really tired and it is still dark out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear I work with the most incapable people at the P.  Not everyone, but it only takes a couple to make the day worse.  It's like they wander around going 'duh, what should I do?'  So then I turn into 'manager Sarah' as I've been called and start shouting out orders.  Ok, I don't shout them out.  But it isn't like I'm not doing everything they are doing also so I'm not bossing them around, I just don't want to be there until 10:30 every night!!  For example, in bakery I was down helping close and there are crumbs everywhere on every surface and this girl starts sweeping.  I'm like what are you doing?  You have to wait until the shelves are brushed off or you are going to have sweep again.  Duh, common sense!!  It has gotten worse.  Every day people call off and they don't know how to deal with it because if they just fired them then we wouldn't have enough people.  New people are doing it too and when they do it, then they get let go.  Anyways, I went off on a tangent for a minute.  We have the pink ribbon bagel right now, for anyone that wants to buy some, they donate money to breast cancer when they are bought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115990300381731095?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115990300381731095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115990300381731095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115990300381731095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115990300381731095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/10/collapse.html' title='The collapse'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115927600123244575</id><published>2006-09-26T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T06:06:41.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E.S.T.</title><content type='html'>Apparently gas is $1.99 at 13 and Mack.  I am so happy it is going down.  I have been so busy.  With fun stuff and not fun stuff.  I got my application in for the internship on the deadline, I always worry I forgot something.  Friday I worked at both places and Jackie made brownies and cookies and when I got home we finished the pasta salad.  Saturday morning I woke up and went to weigh in and then came home to get ready to go to East Lansing.  We got up there around 12:30 and everyone was ready to go!  We got to the parking lot at like 1:05 and it was already filling up.  Now this is for a 8pm game.  We finally got all the tailgating down.  We had a canopy and tarps in the front and back, a TV hooked up to watch other games, the grill and of course Ned the gnome (I think that is his name, there was a debate about it).  Jamie from Indy came, Eric from Seattle, all my siblings except Zac, my cousin, Dave's parents, Bill, even Stace and Ryan showed up for an hour.  The tailgating was great.  Even the game was good until closer to the end when we lost a 16 point lead and Anna decided to just leave the stadium and not tell anyone, oh and it was pouring down rain. It left a bad taste in my mouth.  It took an hour to get out of the parking lot because everyone stayed til the end cheering their heads off to no avail.  So whatever, that is the way of the Spartans, and we will still go back and hope that they will be better next time.  It was back to reality, I didn't want to go.  I knew I had to finish my app, work a lot and just in general I wasn't looking forward to it.  &lt;br /&gt;     We drove home Sunday and I worked, I totally missed Desperate Housewives since for some reason we didn't get out until 9:40 when we close at 8.  Yesterday was just a lot of running around and working.  I worked my ass off last night helping everyone clean, I was so tired.  Today I'm working both and tomorrow I plan on trying to find a new outfit for Friday.  I need new black pants since I ripped mine on a seatbelt.  I got new ones for work but they are Dockers and those are definately not fashionable.  This weekend is going to be busy too but I took it off from Panera.  Friday is the birthday extravaganza, Saturday there is a home game at noon and Sunday we have tickets for the last regular season Tiger game.  At least it will be fun stuff I'm doing this weekend.  All of October I have something every single weekend.  I don't remember a time when I didn't have plans and we just went with the flow.  I have cramps today so I'm a little uncomfortable and I need to start working but can't get motivated.  So that is the update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115927600123244575?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115927600123244575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115927600123244575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115927600123244575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115927600123244575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/est.html' title='E.S.T.'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115825431160870390</id><published>2006-09-14T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:18:31.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PR</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I was in a surpising good mood.  I haven't been for a while so it is always wierd when I am.  I was still sick but I got to work from home.  I mowed the lawn and it was my mom's birthday so I went to Target to get her a present, got her a cute sweater and a classical CD then drove to Plymouth to go out to eat.  We went to Applebee's.  It was delicious.  I had the steak skewers off the ww menu.  Yum!  My mom got a free sundae and I had a bite of that.  I was full.  I went home and cleaned a bit before PR came on.  Poor Kayne.  If he had just put more white in his dress I think Jeffrey would be going home. And I'm so glad that Angela and Vincent got sent home again.  I love Michael he is great.   &lt;br /&gt;So there is a lady that works here that is probably the most hideous I have ever met.  She has long frizzy, thin hair with thick glasses.  That isn't the scary part.  She goes into the bathroom and I seem to be cursed with going in whenever she does and she sits there and grunts or farts.  It is SO disgusting.  Then her laugh is highly obnoxious and she leaves her pop in the fridge and goes and drinks 1 drink and leaves it there.  Wierd!!!!  These are the kind of people I work with.  I had to ride the elevator down with her today and she was pacing non stop until it came.  I wanted to say 'calm down poo lady.'  &lt;br /&gt;Alright gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115825431160870390?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115825431160870390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115825431160870390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115825431160870390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115825431160870390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/pr.html' title='PR'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115806662743794622</id><published>2006-09-12T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T06:10:27.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pep talk</title><content type='html'>Um I need some sort of pep rally to get through this week.  I never got to be rested from the weekend and it went right in to 16 hour days for almost the whole week.  I didn't get out of work until almost 10:45 last night and I wanted to cry.  I did actually and then it made my nose even more stuffy and I couldn't breath and my throat hurts so I couldn't swallow.  And it was only Monday.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I thought I forgot my cell phone and that just topped it off and I was crying and wanted to turn back around.  Then I found it.  I felt a little better just because that was one less thing I had to be mad about.  On my 'off' day from Panera, I have to go to Plymouth to give a recomm. form to someone and it is my mom's birthday so I won't even be able to do anthing on that day, the only day I have 'off'.  I want to scream sometimes.  I can't call in to this job because I did last week.  I should have saved it for this week, it is so much worse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115806662743794622?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115806662743794622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115806662743794622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115806662743794622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115806662743794622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/pep-talk.html' title='Pep talk'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115798482739039713</id><published>2006-09-11T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T07:28:59.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yyyep</title><content type='html'>It was a tiring weekend. Mixed with fun and no fun.  Friday was no fun.  I worked and got home and made cookies.  Beckie, Jessica and Jackie rented some wierd movies.  They bought me ww 1 pt. cake things, they are actually really good. Even though they are the size of finger :)  But I eat one with a yogurt in the morning and it keeps me ok for a while.  Ended up going to bed at around 12:15.  Got up at 8.  We went to Lansing for the tailgating extravaganza.  I didn't think it was going to be cold so I didn't bring a sweatshirt.  We got there and it started downpouring the second we walked up.  Anna and Luke had gone to buy a tent.  It cost $200 but it is cool.  Then we put a tarp from the tent to the car so we had quite the shelter, blankets, chairs and food and drink.  We drank vodka and lemonade, so good.  I was freezing so Luke told me to go buy a sweatshirt.  He had to go and buy one earlier.  So he gave me money.  He's so sweet. I get back and he liked mine better than the one he got.  It was fun, Dave had some friends from he made from law school there and my cousin came with some friends.  We made hot dogs and hamburgers and we had brought greek pasta salad, cookies, chips and mexicali dip.  That didn't last long.  We ended up drinking all the drinks we brought, including the margaritas.  Try packing up a car after sharing 2 fifths!  It took us like an hour...We got into the game a few minutes after kick off.  Our first possession Stanton threw an interception so we were like oh great.  But we won 52 to 20.  We were freezing by the end so we decided to go to Danielle's, we were rocking out to Sexy Back on our wait out of the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Danielle's everyone was like let's play a drinking game.  Holly told us the rules.  Dave went and got beer and pucker and I had Captain's.  Jackie drank Coke, we didn't really plan out the after tailgate very well because we didn't know what we would be doing.  One of the rules were that you couldn't call anyone by their name, if you did you had to take a shot.  We laughed so hard, that was the hardest rule.  Then we got a pizza from Jet's, the really big ones with 30 pieces.  There was only 7 of us eating it!  So needless to say there was 15 pieces left when we left.  We left around 10:15.  I tried my hardest to stay awake but I passed out. &lt;br /&gt;I had to go to a wedding shower yesterday and I was rushing around.  It was nice, although it was outside and it was a bit chilly.  I had to go right from there to work.  &lt;br /&gt;I am really tired today but have no time to catch up my rest because I am working today and tomorrow at the P.  Blah.  Gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115798482739039713?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115798482739039713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115798482739039713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115798482739039713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115798482739039713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/yyyep.html' title='Yyyep'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115773711509630448</id><published>2006-09-08T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T10:38:35.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARRRRRRRRG</title><content type='html'>I am going to be stuck here forever.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get any loans for the internship.  I went to the financial aid office and since it doesn't count as credit they cannot give financial aid.&lt;br /&gt;I called Sally Mae also and they don't offer any loans like that, not even personal loans. &lt;br /&gt;Not that I could get a personal loan because I have to much debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115773711509630448?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115773711509630448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115773711509630448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115773711509630448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115773711509630448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/arrrrrrrrg.html' title='ARRRRRRRRG'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115754352143523172</id><published>2006-09-06T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T04:52:01.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniffle</title><content type='html'>I think I'm getting sick.  My eyes are runny, my nose is plugged and my ear is making the ocean noise.  Blah.  I didn't want to get up today at all especially because it is dark out now at 6.  When is daylight savings time?  Because I want it to be lighter in the morning.  I don't have to work today so this is my only day to get all my little chores done that I want.  I hope I don't feel like just laying around.  Nothing really happened at work, we worked with slow people so I ended up pretty much doing cafe.  And helping in bakery.  We got out a little after 10.  We have a new crispani, the BBQ chicken one.  I really like it because I love bbq chicken.  But I haven't ate much of it because I'm trying not to.  Mostly that is the only ones we are selling.  I only made 20.  Well I think I have to get something to eat before I pass out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115754352143523172?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115754352143523172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115754352143523172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115754352143523172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115754352143523172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/sniffle.html' title='Sniffle'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115747663340188806</id><published>2006-09-05T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T10:17:13.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg update</title><content type='html'>So I am not moving panera's but the girls that egged my house got transferred.  HR said that since they created a hostile work environment they would be transferred or they could voluntarily quit.  My g.m. told me and then asked if I wanted to be in the room.  She said she was going to ask if they did it and it wouldn't change the outcome of what was going to happen but maybe it would give me some personal satisfaction.  So I was there.  The girl that we were talking to said 'no we didn't touch Sarah's house.' My g.m. said 'well we heard that you egged Robin's b/f's house that same evening.'  She goes 'well we egged his house, yes but not Sarah's.'  A little too coincidental!  So she was told her options and she started crying and said she was sorry but never admitted to doing it.  So the 2 are being transferred.  I am glad, I mean I would have gone but I don't think my manager wanted me to go.  They've had problems with those 2 before.  &lt;br /&gt;Both of them have talked to me and said they were sorry about what happened but neither would admit it was them.  The one's girls friend told our g.m. that whatever she thinks happened, did happen so whatever, they are lying.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the football game on Saturday.  We woke up at like 6:30am to start getting ready.  We packed my car to the gills and went to the stadium around 8.  We made pancakes, eggs and english muffins.  And I started drinking around 9ish.  I got drunk but not totally hammered.  It was fun.  Danielle, Dave, Luke, Jackie, Jay, me and my dad.  And a bunch of Jay's friends that were hung over from the night before so they didn't drink.  We are all starting to feel the effect of age.  He was like 'I can't drink 2 days in a row!  It takes me a week to be ready for the next time.'  Haha.  &lt;br /&gt;MSU won the game, barely.  The score was 27 to 17 but the way we played sucked and it kind of dragged.  After we made some hot dogs.  Then packed it up and Jackie left for Buffalo.  I went home and the dogs were so happy.  Then Sunday I didn't do much, I woke up, then took a nap before I went to work.  Monday I went to Steak and Ale with my parents and Luke.  It was delicious.  I had the southwest chicken and salad bar.  &lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to another tailgating weekend!  Anna is coming to this one.  Johnnie Spirit will be so glad.  The game isn't til 3:30 so we don't have to get up so early.  Then Sunday I have a wedding shower to go to and then right to work.  Since those girls are off the schedule I have 5 shifts this week, 30 hours.  Crazy!  At least they are crispani shifts so I don't really have to deal with customers.  I just help out.  &lt;br /&gt;Gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115747663340188806?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115747663340188806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115747663340188806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115747663340188806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115747663340188806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/egg-update.html' title='Egg update'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115745882508229218</id><published>2006-09-05T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T05:20:25.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - create your own Celebrity Collage" alt="MyHeritage - create your own Celebrity Collage" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://69.93.254.120/F/storage/site1/files/09/35/0935_90361f96df44t63ot202.jpg" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115745882508229218?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115745882508229218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115745882508229218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115745882508229218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115745882508229218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/myheritage-create-your-own-celebrity.html' title=''/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115694661541304354</id><published>2006-08-30T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T07:03:35.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs over easy</title><content type='html'>So, our house got egged on Sunday night.  Jackie's car got hit and the front porch.  I had wanted to think it was random.  I went to work at Panera yesterday and my friend was like 'did something happen to your house on Sunday?'  I was like 'yes who did it?'  The stupid bitches that fool around all the time and get away with everything, who we have all had a problem with.  They just got out of high school. Well I've said stuff because I've been a manager before and it's bullshit, well their little immature minds thought it would be a good idea to egg our house.  Alyse told my friend because she was drunk and didn't know she was friends with me.  I went to our GM because I am  just not going to take it, it is stupid.  Now there is going to be a  hostile work environment.  So I told the GM and she was like what the hell.  She called the Dist. Man. to see if anything could be done because it didn't happen on panera property.  He came in and we talked and he said that he thinks that nothing could be done, except to talk to them and threaten them with the police.  I think that might make it worse.  I think I'll just transfer panera's which I wanted to do a while ago.  2 of my friends work at the Grosse Pointe one.  It would be fine.  Of course my GM doesn't want to lose me but if I wanted to do that she said she wouldn't hold me back.  I was so frustrated I was shaking.  The nerve of those fucking little punks.  Obviously I wouldn't do any damage to their property but does anyone have any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that I'm looking forward to the weekend.  Friday we are going to East Lansing because Saturday is the first football game.  Yay!  Then I'm suppose to work sunday and monday.  I'm trying to switch so that I can go to Buffalo but I know how easy that is.  Although I know if I went to Buffalo I would be so exhausted...anyways I'm going to go.  I'm really tired today but I don't have to work tonight.  I have to mow the lawn. &lt;br /&gt;At least I'll be home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115694661541304354?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115694661541304354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115694661541304354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115694661541304354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115694661541304354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/eggs-over-easy.html' title='Eggs over easy'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115574475387086417</id><published>2006-08-16T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:12:33.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 hours later.....</title><content type='html'>So I went to my car and took a car nap for 30 minutes.  I feel more rested now.  I think I can face the rest of the day.  My manager has not talked to me since this morning.  I've learned that I can't really be friends with them if they are my manager here.  Too bad, we used to have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115574475387086417?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115574475387086417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115574475387086417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115574475387086417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115574475387086417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/2-hours-later.html' title='2 hours later.....'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115573794779604921</id><published>2006-08-16T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T07:19:07.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eck</title><content type='html'>I pretty much want to cry right now.  Probably because I am tired and like a little kid when I get tired.  And pretty upset at work.  I'm working like 4, 16 hour days in a row and I wanted to wfh 1 day this week and it was denied.  Something they could give for free to keep morale up.  But no.  I am going to go and apply for loans next week for trying to get the internship.  And I have to apply for the internship.  So I have to start that process.  I just can't take this place anymore, the monotony is killing me.  The lack of raises, making not much more than when I started 6.5 years ago.  I hope that it works out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115573794779604921?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115573794779604921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115573794779604921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115573794779604921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115573794779604921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/eck.html' title='Eck'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115564810487512999</id><published>2006-08-15T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T06:22:52.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sierra Turkey</title><content type='html'>And the annoying customer of the day goes to.....Mark. He came in with 2 kids and his wife? He said 'I want a 1/2 sierra and broccoli cheddar'. Then he stopped talking, I was like 'is that it?' He made it seem like that was it, then he was like 'so you got 2 Sierras and 2 broccoli cheddars.' I'm like um no! You didn't say that! So then he was like 'ya I want 2 sierras and a 1/2 sierra with 2 bowls of broccoli cheddar.' So I ring it in. I repeated it: 'So you want 2 1/2 Sierra turkeys and 2 bowls of Broccoli'. 'Yes' he said.&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes later he comes back with his bag of food. 'I only wanted 1 full sierra and a 1/2.' WTF! His wife chimed in too. I was like 'ya that is why I repeated it.'&lt;br /&gt;Grr whatever! So we did a refund and he tried to give the sandwich back, our manager was like no we don't want that back. Now he probably thinks he can do that all the time to get a free sandwich. That was really the only annoying thing. Besides my feet hurting so bad. And we had people that all knew how to do their jobs so I only had to my stuff last night.&lt;br /&gt;Our new manager is alright. I can get along with pretty much everyone, except Nard, but the new guy let us have our checks when we left last night so that was helpful and I can take it today before checks bounce! I was told by Nate to stop being 'manager Sarah' just because well I guess I do things right and all I said was to tie up the cheese and chicken salad and he didn't want to. It was retarded. We have a bread bash coming up, those are always oh so boring. And on a Sunday night...&lt;br /&gt;My legs ached last night when I got in bed. I was uncomfortable. I just have to make it to Friday and then I can lay around the condo for the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115564810487512999?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115564810487512999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115564810487512999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115564810487512999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115564810487512999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/sierra-turkey.html' title='Sierra Turkey'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115557382421400400</id><published>2006-08-14T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T09:45:16.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken town</title><content type='html'>Well the trip with my sisters and mom was fun. Friday I got up at 9 and walked Duke. Then I left at about 10:30. Danielle and my mom had been up and started shopping at Birch Run at 10am, by the time I got there at noon they were on a roll. Spending hundreds of dollars! The first night we stayed at the hotel right next to birch run. We shopped until 4 and then went and swam, then Anna got there and we went back shopping. Anna and Danielle both got suits for $50! We had a coupon for almost every store. I got a pair of work pants and a nice sweater for $35. I was very excited. Then I got a pair of black/pink Nike's. Also excited. We ate at Uno's twice that day, it was ok because they have a big menu. Our waiter at night overcharged us $10 but he caught it. So overall I think Danielle and my mom shopped for like 11 hours that day. Crazy! Saturday morning we woke up and went back to B.R. for a few things. We ate turkey sandwiches for lunch and then went to check in to Splash Village. It was a really nice room. They had a fireplace, 2 tvs, couch, fridge, microwave.. We walked to Bronners for like an hour and decided that we wanted to go eat the chicken dinner. We went to Bavarian at 4. I'm glad we went early because we avoided the long line. Even if we were with all the bagels.. The waiter was so slowwww. Anna and Danielle got the beer samplers and I got a Mojito, it was good. Then we stuffed ourselves on chicken and walked around the scary gift shop with a bunch of junk. When they have a section filled with stuff for the 'Red hat club' that is when you know you are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel and ventured in to the water park. They had 2 cool slides that we went on. They had a double tube so we went on those a few times too. I got hit with this gigantic bucket of water. I'm talking the size of a car, which it is at the ceiling and it fills slowly then a bell starts ringing before it dumps. Well I didn't know what was going on, all of a sudden splash, totally drenched.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the other pool and in the sauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had drinks. They drank wine and I drank Captain's. We were watching tv and I fell asleep at like 11. We went in to town on Sunday for a little bit. Then I had to drive home and work. My feet and legs did NOT get rested on this trip since we were walking around all day! And now I have to work 5 days in a row at Panera. Fun. I did not want to get up today. My bed felt so comfortable. So that was the weekend. It was really nice and my mom is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115557382421400400?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115557382421400400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115557382421400400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115557382421400400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115557382421400400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/chicken-town.html' title='Chicken town'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115514768597142291</id><published>2006-08-09T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:22:10.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get up</title><content type='html'>Oh how my legs are sore. Probably from standing 5 out of 6 days and then on the other day doing all that yard work. Arg. I feel like I am old or that I shouldn't feel this way! I am so bored here! I have been doing stuff but it is just so boring to me.&lt;br /&gt;So I really want to apply for an internship. There is one that I want to at Harper Hospital which costs $1500. I would start in January. Problem: I would need $15,000 to pay my bills for a year. I am going to go up to Madonna and see if I can get a loan. I would quit EDS because this thing is 40-50 hours a week!  I would have to apply by September 25th. That would be so exciting for me but I don't know if I am going to be able to. Plus one of my friends is applying too and we could do it together and help each other. She is a very optimistic person and I need that right now.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'll be at Frankenmuth/Birch Run with my mom and sisters. It sucks because I have no money but it will be fun to be away. Then after that I'm going to the condo the next weekend. I'm only going for 1 full day so that sucks. I know I'll want to be there longer...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the weekend I worked and went to a bbq. Delicious ribs. I never eat them but they are so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115514768597142291?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115514768597142291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115514768597142291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115514768597142291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115514768597142291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/get-up.html' title='Get up'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115470294349878169</id><published>2006-08-04T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T07:49:03.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life isnt a garden ........ so stop being a hoe."</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day, compliments of Danielle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired today.  I fell asleep watching Shark Week last night.  I missed the damn survivor stories again.  I dyed my hair brown, I really like it.  I didn't tell anyone i was going to.  I'd been thinking about it for a while and I almost didn't do it.  But then I was like I'll try it.  Always can dye it back.  I've always had blonde hair.  It's a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep briefly at my desk.  It's so quiet here and it's not busy.  I have to work tonight.  Besides that nothing much is going on.  Just work.  Real exciting.  I am so glad the heat wave is gone.  I hope it doesn't come back like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115470294349878169?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115470294349878169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115470294349878169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115470294349878169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115470294349878169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-isnt-garden-so-stop-being-hoe.html' title='&quot;Life isnt a garden ........ so stop being a hoe.&quot;'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115454426742948151</id><published>2006-08-02T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T11:44:27.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Down</title><content type='html'>So the Ren Cen has turned off the power, 1/2 the elevators, 1/2 the lights.  They are conserving energy since it is so hot.  They probably turned off the air too so we can roast in our cubes.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides the fabulous night at the Necto for our birthdays I was thinking of having a roller skating party.  Would anyone be interested?  Bring it back to the old school on my 30th :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have much to say.  I'm sore from the gym.&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch PR tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115454426742948151?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115454426742948151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115454426742948151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115454426742948151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115454426742948151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/power-down.html' title='Power Down'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115435792825269791</id><published>2006-07-31T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T07:58:48.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>Our friend Eveline Clay is in the ICU right now in Florida.  She worked with us at GM Card and she was one of the nicest people there.  She has diabetes and so many complications from it.  Her blood pressure was sky-rocketing and she was in heart and kidney failure when she went in.  I talked to her today, she is very positive but I know that she is really sick.  They are trying to get things under control but she is still in the ICU.  She was surprised to hear that I was asking about her.  I emailed her manager down in Epcot and he told her and let me know her number.  So, just wanted to update that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115435792825269791?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115435792825269791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115435792825269791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115435792825269791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115435792825269791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115435329414845690</id><published>2006-07-31T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T06:41:34.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat Wave</title><content type='html'>It is so hot outside yet freezing in here.  I have a sweater on when it is 95 degrees outside.  You can see the haze when you look out over Detroit.  I am so glad that we have air (sorry Jessica- you can come sleep over!)  It's suppose to be back in the 80's by Thursday.  After Julie's yummy brunch we came home and I mowed the lawn while Jackie cut down weeds.  I almost passed out, pushing the lawn mower.  It was so hot, sweat was dripping down my face and I was so out of breath.  I went in for a drink and to cool down a little, then I weed wacked so that we don't get fined.  I'm glad that is done for the week.  Then I had to go to work.  It was hot and we were getting inspected today so of course we have to 'clean' everything.  It is unfair that the people that work the night before that get screwed.  They should hire someone to come in and clean if they are going to be that anal.  I can understand things being labeled and dated that is fine but when you have to start taking a toothpick to the doors of the coolers to get all the dirt off then I draw the line.  We were there 2 hours after we closed.  I am getting a cold too.  My head is all cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I missed the Necto because I worked and then it would have taken too long to go all the way there.  I drank by myself while watching Psych but then I was by myself.  I fell asleep at like 1-ish.  Then woke up to take myself to bed.  Saturday I was so unmotivated.  I did make myself go upstairs and start to pick up all the clothes that I don't wear anymore, even though it was 100 degrees up there.  It was a start at least.  Then Stace came over and we went to Red Robin and to see The Devil Wears Prada.  I was amused by that movie.  Then Stace went home, she married and all.  We went to Fishbones to meet Beckie, Ryan, Jessica, Mike and Beckie's cousin.  Stayed there a while and then went to our house and played Trivial Pursuit DVD pop culture.  Me and Ryan lost but it was fun.  We ate mini quiches too.  Fell asleep around 3. &lt;br /&gt;Today my Grandma is here for an eye appt. but I don't know if I will see her, only if I go to lunch with them.  Then I am working tonight.  I am tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115435329414845690?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115435329414845690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115435329414845690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115435329414845690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115435329414845690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/heat-wave.html' title='Heat Wave'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115391731672131748</id><published>2006-07-26T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:34:43.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little yellow ball</title><content type='html'>I got an email from my mom, she briefly said 'I felt very uncomfortable at the party.' I don't think she wants to talk about it anymore. And I was going to give her a run down on all that was purchased. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym yesterday, it kind of made me feel a little better. I did incline walking for 35 minutes then lifted a few weights and did situps. My legs were still a little sore from dancing on Saturday. I know I feel better when I exercise, I just don't know why I don't do it more. I don't like all the mirrors in there though, I used to not mind but now I look at myself and think how different I look from before and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;I went to get breakfast today, because I feel better if I eat and then it fills me up and I don't have to eat lunch, but there must be a convention or something going on because there were like 40 people in line. They have 1 cook. So....I am trying to wait like 45 minutes because that would have taken forever. I wanted to be like 'get out of my coney!' There is 1 other person here other than me and he sits far away. So, it is very quiet. Another boring one coming. I'm already sick of looking at the internet. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours later.....&lt;br /&gt;Well went back for breakfast and not as long of a line.  Apparently they 'lost' my ticket though and I was standing there for 15 minutes.  Then they gave me the wrong toast.  Now, I saw the guy put the toast in and I knew it was wrong, the girl gave it to me and 'said this is right.'  I opened it and was like 'um no it isn't.'  She was like oops.  GRRRR. Not the month.&lt;br /&gt;       A homeless guy found $21,000 in bonds in a trash can and found the owner, the owner only gave him $100.  Is that right?  The guy could have kept all $21,000!  So now people are donating money to him for food and an apartment.  He has $4,000 so far and a lead on a job.  This happened in Detroit.  Would you attempt to find the owner of that?  I probably would since it wasn't cash but if it was cash I don't think I would.  I would probably feel guilty though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115391731672131748?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115391731672131748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115391731672131748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115391731672131748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115391731672131748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-yellow-ball.html' title='Little yellow ball'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115384861632841819</id><published>2006-07-25T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:30:16.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in a bad mood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115384861632841819?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115384861632841819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115384861632841819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115384861632841819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115384861632841819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-in-bad-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115384078420492748</id><published>2006-07-25T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T08:22:08.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glow necklaces and Candy Bracelets</title><content type='html'>So did anyone eat any of their candy bracelet? I didn't...The party was fun, minus my hair looking like crappola and Darcy showing up 40 minutes late to her own party. And my mom trying to tell me that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;were the ones uncomfortable at the sex toy party, as she is running to her car and peeling off! We definately had a great time. Tonic was dead, we walked in and we were the only people in there. Darcy made about 20 bucks from her suck for a buck belt. We crammed in a 10 person limo with 12 people, that is sooo illegal! I was thinking on the way there, wow I hope no one gets sick in here. We drank all our drinks before we even left the house! We needed more skip and go naked's because those were good. And strong. There were many shenanagins at the bar, I stayed out of them and danced on the table. There was a girl that looked like boy that was hitting on Jennifer, that was amusing. I am so glad I wore my flip flops because Jackie and Beckie's feet were killing them by the end of the night. We had to do a head count before we left because Jessica was being wooed away by some guys for $40!&lt;br /&gt;When we got home at 3, me and Beckie decided to go to W.C. with no shoes on. We went through the drive thru. We thought Jessica and Jennifer would be passed out but they were waiting. Everyone else was. I went to bed at 4:15. The next day was hell. Messy house and I had to work. And my legs killed from dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to a funeral for our friend, Mac. I've known him for about 14 years, through Stace. We always go to football games with them and he made a good meatball. He will be missed. It was in Ionia, cute city but far away.&lt;br /&gt;I am so exhausted. I've been sleeping but I don't feel rested. I need to stop eating crap and start exercising. WHY IS IT SO HARD?!!! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Work is boring and slowwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a let down now, the party was what I was looking forward to and it was all that I imagined but now what....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115384078420492748?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115384078420492748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115384078420492748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115384078420492748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115384078420492748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/glow-necklaces-and-candy-bracelets.html' title='Glow necklaces and Candy Bracelets'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115339878652046359</id><published>2006-07-20T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T05:38:13.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:l</title><content type='html'>I'm so angry this week. I thought it would get better as it got towards the weekend. But it hasn't.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I'm crabby to anyone.  I am hoping the weekend will lift my spirits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115339878652046359?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115339878652046359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115339878652046359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115339878652046359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115339878652046359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/l.html' title=':l'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115313996388948577</id><published>2006-07-17T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T05:39:23.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotter than....</title><content type='html'>So Saturday was 'hotter than 2 Winkler siblings making out' according to Jessica.  She clarified to mean the girls.  The reason she said that was we were going to the Tigers game.  We were sitting in the sun.  Awesome.  So ya we were pretty much dripping sweat.  I drank before we went though so it wasn't as bad as Memorial day.  Then I had 3 margaritas at the game.  I couldn't seem to pay attention too much.  We actually got rid of all but 1 of the 20 tickets.  Patrick was suppose to come but he was a no show.  Luke and Todd seemed to have forgotten their watches since they were 45 minutes late meeting us at the Tiger statue!  I had a good time though.  We stayed until after the fireworks and the place cleared out.  I cried a little during the fireworks.  I'm glad it was dark.  I get sad at wierd times.  We then walked back to the Ren Cen.  It always looks so close.  It really isn't that far but my feet started hurting.  I have to stand up a lot for Panera.  Then we went to BK.  I was pretty drunk.  Jackie talked to her cousin Marc and me and Jessica kept making jokes.  I don't remember what they were but we thought we were hilaaaarious.  We ate our food and I called Darren.  I guess I left a message.  Didn't remember that!  The next morning I looked and it said over a minute and I'm like hmmm I must have left a message.  I passed out at 12:30pm and didn't hear my phone ring that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work yesterday and since it was 100 degrees out it was like 85 at work.  It sucked.  We were sweating.  I have to work today too. &lt;br /&gt;Me and Jackie finally cleaned the basement and it smells so much better.  It took us only like an hour and 1/2.  We threw boxes out, we had 4 garbage cans full of stuff.  The garbage men are going to hate us but in general I think they don't like people that have lots of garbage.  It gave me a good feeling though to have that done.  We are getting prepared for Saturday.  We are hosting Darcy's bachelorette party.  We are having a 'toy' party first with drinks and appetizers and then a limo is picking us up and we are going to the bar.  I am looking forward to it.  I haven't gone out out in over a month.  I can't even remember the last time.  We have to go to her shower first during the day so we are going to be really busy.  Any girls that read this that want to come, let us know!  We are having Sangria, Skip and go Nakeds and Cosmos for drink choices.  Whoo hoo!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have to take Duke to the vet.  Our friendly neighborhood police stopped by to make sure they had their dog tags.  Um well no it isn't something I really think about.  So I have to take him in and then go to city hall.  It's ok because he is due but it sucks because I am so broke.  I have to go and put 5 bucks in the bank so it hopefully doesn't bounce tomorrow!  Arg!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115313996388948577?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115313996388948577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115313996388948577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115313996388948577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115313996388948577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/hotter-than.html' title='Hotter than....'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115219259630072117</id><published>2006-07-06T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T06:29:56.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The experience</title><content type='html'>I just got lost for 30 minutes looking at pictures of Jamie's wedding.  Thinking about that day, the day.  I go over it in my head and try to think how things could have been different.  I guess that was what was suppose to be.  Sometimes I'm ok, sometimes I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dragging ass this morning because I got wasted at my parents house last night.  I was tired so I thought drinking 4 Bacardi and vernors and 2 captain and diets were a good idea?  We had a great dinner, steak, green beans, salad, fried rice and fish for all the fish lovers, I had a drink.  Stace, Ryan, Zac, me, Anna, Jackie and my parents.  We laughed about salami, I had another drink, we talked about camping, I had another drink, we talked about our friend Mac who is dying of liver failure, I had another drink.  Then we decided to go and meet Luke because it was Todd's 21st birthday.  If we hadn't gone he would have only had like 3 shots, as if!  Anna bought him like 4 or 5, Jackie bought him one, I bought him one.  He was on his way.  Anna got him a green, yellow, red.( a stoplight)  The green was an oatmeal cookie, yellow was tequila and red was pucker and vodka.  mmmm.  I had another drink.  I got him a lemon drop, Jackie got him a 3 wisemen, Anna got him a Sicilian Kiss, and I had one more drink.  Blah.  I passed out on the way home.  I can't believe I got up this morning at 6.  And I made it to work on time.  I am the ONLY one here from my team.  2 people are wfh, 1 is at a funeral, 1 is on leave and 3 are on vacation.  I'll probably leave early since I'm technically suppose to be to panera at 3 today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since no one has wrote about camping I'll fill it in.  We left at 9am on Saturday morning.  The border took a while and exchanging money took a while.  We stopped at the duty free and it was 2 for $20!  I was so stupid in not getting 2 bottles of captains because I got 1.14 liters for $10 and on the way back it was only 1 liter for $13.75.  Rip off!  We were packed to the gills in our car.  No more room.  We decided to go to town to go to the beer store before we went to the campground.  Only to find out it was Canada day and the beer store was closed.  Whatever!  We get to the campsite and no one is there so we walk down to the beach but no one was there either.  So we decide to set up our tent that Jessica's mom so graciously let us use.  8 person tent.  We fold it all out, alright, where are the poles?  Jessica had a look of innocence like aren't they with the tent?  That was all that my mom gave me.  So, no poles, well crap.  Jessica starts freaking out, which makes me calmer, wierd.  I just had that whatever kind of attitude like I'll sleep in the car.  She calls her mom and drops the f-bomb a couple of times.  Then Anna, Beckii, Sandra and Luke get back.  They tell us not to freak out that we can fit in somewhere.  We call Darcy and she hasn't left yet so she is going to buy us a tent at Target.  They went swimming, I tried to take a nap but it was too hot.  I tried the tent, the chair and the car.  No.  So I decide to go swimming.  Everyone was headed back but Luke went back with me.  Jacque, Tommie and his brother got there and we started making dinner.  Potato packets, yum!  Then hamburgers, hot dogs, brats and chicken.  The drinking began.  I think I ate too much because I didn't really get that drunk.  Finally Darcy got there like 20 minutes before dark.  We had to rush to set up the tent.  But yay we had one.  We went back to the fire.  I was in the I want to go to bed mood but I stayed up a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how drunk Darcy was until I saw that she drank a liter of wine.  Ryan and Jessica had gone off somewhere and I was like 'where are Ryan and Jessica?'  She goes "I don't know.  Why couldn't they come camping?"  I'm like 'Um they did come camping.'  She's like 'ohhhhh'.  It was funny.  Ryan drank a lot of his vodka.  Anna didn't get off her Cleopatra chair and Ryan whispered to me 'when did Anna become a parapalegic?'  It was the funniest thing I heard all night.  Ryan and Jessica wandered off again and me and Jackie went to bed at 12:30.  They got back at 2:30, they had gone swimming.  Jessica went naked.  She had fun.  Ryan got lost because his flashlight broke and it was pitch black.  He ran in to a clothesline and someone else's tent before stumbling upon the Death Star (Luke's car).  He kind of just stood there and Jessica found him.  We all kind of slept in that day.  We made breakfast burritos which are kind of disgusting when you look at them.  We went swimming but we still had to go to the beer store.  So me, Jessica and Ryan went in to town and got some and then we got 4 bags of firewood.  We got back and I was so tired.  I took a 2 hour nap.  Then my throat hurt.  Ryan sat in his chair for 4 hours straight and people kept asking if he was ok.  I got back and Sandra, Beckii, Jacque, Tommie and Jimmie were wasted playing UNO.  The others were playing 'who would you kick out of bed.'  They asked me 'Usher or Taye Diggs' and I said Taye Diggs but I didn't know you could have both, so then I changed my answer.  We made pizza pockets, or 'Hobo's' as Jessica oh so loves that word.  The other group went swimming in the dark.  Anna said that since everyone else took a 2 nap that she was taking one too.  I was the only one that did that.  It was 10pm, I was like that isn't a nap, that is bedtime.  She swore she would get up again.  She was drunk.  She did not get up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got pretty drunk that night.  Some more than others.  Ryan got lost again and fell over a tree and decided that he would just die there.  Jessica was his saviour again.  Jackie puked all over our campsite.  MMM doritoes....Then she puked in the tent because Jessica turned off the flashlight.  It was already 3:30 in the morning.  I was thinking god, I have to drive home tomorrow.  I woke up at 8:30 and had a bad headache.  I got up.  I was the first one up.  Sat around and finally about 11 decided we needed to pack it up.  Jackie wasn't moving.  She couldn't.  We shoved everything in, sweating our asses off.  And left at about 12:30.  I can't say we were sorry to say goodbye to the camping experience, we were dirty, hot and hungover.  Overall it was fun I think.  Jessica said she isn't going camping for another 15 years.  I got home and showered and I had to work, it was awful.  I am not sleeping that good so I'm tired all the time.  Well, gotta go do some work, even though no one is here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115219259630072117?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115219259630072117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115219259630072117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115219259630072117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115219259630072117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/experience.html' title='The experience'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115167885342134858</id><published>2006-06-30T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T07:47:33.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monopoly</title><content type='html'>I need camping now too.  Ryan said he is on Baltic with all the crack houses, well I haven't even got off GO! yet....  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115167885342134858?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115167885342134858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115167885342134858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115167885342134858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115167885342134858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/monopoly.html' title='Monopoly'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115106680482466339</id><published>2006-06-23T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T05:48:53.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before...</title><content type='html'>So it's the day before the wedding.  I am obviously thinking about it a lot because I had a dream about it last night.  It wasn't like a 'I object' type of thing when the pastor asks the question, it was more of a 'I'm happy for you and hope that I find it someday' type of dream.  I was sad in the dream though.  Me and Jamie were outside the day before the wedding and we were laying on the ground looking up at the stars, talking.  Then we were eating the wedding desert, which wasn't cake, even though we knew we weren't suppose to be eating it.  It was wierd.  I don't want to cry tomorrow but if today is any indication that whenever I even think of it I start getting teary, then I think that it is going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad about Jackie's brother and his family.  The house was really nice, and they had moved around so much.  They are crazy movers and this was probably one they would have stayed at.  Everything happens for a reason?  I think that, so maybe there is something better waiting for them.  It sucks when good people have shit happen to them.  It is hard to keep the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little better today, besides 'the wedding', probably because I slept.  I have to work at Panera tonight and Sunday.  It isn't going to be a rockin weekend I don't think, although I will have cocktails at the reception.  A lot.  Ok maybe that isn't a good idea because I might turn in to a bumbling sobbing mess.  I don't want that to happen.  There are going to be people from church there.  Another guy from our 4th grade class is going to be there too, he was always a nice guy, one of Jamie's best friends but I never stayed friends with him like Jamie.  He has since got married and divorced.  I can't wait to go camping.  Sit around the fire and drink and eat and read and take walks.  I hope I can relax a little then.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My parents are trying to kick Luke's 2 friends out of the house now.  They let them come and live with them and said that when they got jobs that they would need to find their own place and move out.  Ok, so they've been working for a couple of months now and there was no movement in the door direction.  Why should they?  My parents fed them and gave them a home, a big home.  So my dad told them that they were out by Sunday.  And it was hard for them because they are really nice kids.  So we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;It's jeans day today and it is quiet here.  My boss is on vacation and 4 of the 5 people that got 30 days have found jobs and are gone.  So there are 6 of us here I think.  It is also really slow so I will have to amuse myself some other way.  Alright well I'm done, have a good weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and for everyone that lost a blog to the blog monster, I copy it before I am going to publish it so that I don't lose what I have written.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115106680482466339?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115106680482466339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115106680482466339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115106680482466339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115106680482466339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-before.html' title='The day before...'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115091616606118630</id><published>2006-06-21T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:56:06.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back up</title><content type='html'>I don't even know what I want to write about.  There is so much I am thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my friend from 4th grade is getting married, to a nice great girl, I am a little envious.  He was my back up!  If we weren't married by 30 then....I don't think we really would have done it but....He just turned 30 last month and I will be in 4 months.  I do feel sad, probaby sad because I know he has his life in focus.  Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next subject, Father's day was nice but tiring.  We had our families come over for a bbq.  Darren cooked shrimp, bbq chicken, hot dogs, italian sausage and hamburgers.  Then I made mac and cheese.  We had potato salad, coleslaw, corn on the cob, fruit, veggies, chips.  It was a LOT of food.  It went well except Kaela drew on the steps with a marker because 'she didn't have any paper.'  But we got that up with nail polish remover.  They shot the basketball around the whole time and Duke got to be outside all day.  I was so tired that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a bust, I should have gone over to hang out with everyone.  Instead I got drunk and did nothing. &lt;br /&gt;Ok I don't feel like writing anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115091616606118630?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115091616606118630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115091616606118630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115091616606118630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115091616606118630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-up.html' title='Back up'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-115029153833274969</id><published>2006-06-14T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T06:56:08.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost town</title><content type='html'>So now I know what it going to be like when no one works with me. It sucks. J is on his new account and everything is coming my way. 3 of the 5 people have found new accounts. I don't talk to anyone except S and she is away on leave for 2 weeks. I hate it. I hate getting up and coming in here every day, I hate that it all is on me. If I could work from home it would be a lot better. At least then I wouldn't use gas. And we got a new manager at Panera and if he doesn't fucking calm down I am going to beat his ass. It better be because he just got out of manager training and he thinks that he can run a perfect store. Otherwise I think everyone will beat his ass. Lynn, who is the most organized and cleanly one, even was annoyed with him and told him he needs to pick his battles because he won't get everything. She actually stood up for us, which normally doesn't happen. He stood in a line of like 8 people to order his food, HELLO! managers first of all make their own food and second of all don't take up registers time ringing him in. I asked him 1 question and he gave me his life story. Too much info. I don't care that he lived in Taylor and lived with a women, 'but it isn't a relationship, I am 46 and she is 55 and I just do things around the house for her and she has a '65 (something) and she doesn't even want to drive it.' On an on. It took him 20 minutes to check us out and then he waited until the end to tell us how many things we did wrong. We had to pull out all the food bars and sweep and clean the walls. So....the soup one is a pain in the ass because the drain is there so you have to lift it over. This thing is not light. I tried to explain that to him but he was like well you have to sweep behind it. So I went to lift it over, it hit the ground and 7 soup bowls fell off and broke. He tried to say, well why didn't you tell me it was like right there. I'm like um I did! I told you it was difficult to get it over. He told Lynn that he will close 7 nights in a row and go from each area and 'get us in the habit' of doing everything right. She was like 'okkkk', rolling her eyes. We didn't get out until after 10:30 which hasn't happened in more than a month. Everyone was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am really fucking tired and cranky. Really cranky. I didn't want to come in today but it wasn't like I couldn't work. I was nauseous this morning but I think because of some medicine that I am on. Or the thought of what I have to do. Probably both. Today is my only day off from Panera this week and I have so many things to do and I don't want to do anything. Camping is not coming soon enough. I just feel so frustrated and I don't know how not to feel this way. Working out, yes, but I am so tired I just want to go to sleep, right here at my desk. If I didn't snore I probably would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my mom yesterday and she was talking about how she thought it was so important for me to get my internship done. i KNOW that but how am I suppose to do it? I mean you think I went back to school and paid like $3500 more to still work 2 jobs?! So what, now take out another loan to live until I get it done? I'll end up owing like $50,000 and it's not like the job I am going to get is this 6 figure job where I could actually pay back my debt. Where doctors and lawyers are so in debt but with the hope of getting paid pretty well. No, it would be enough to only work 1 job but then I don't know because I'd have so much debt I'd probably have to work 2 again. She isn't trying to be mean about it but I'm disappointing them and myself because I can't do it. I want to cry. I hate crying at work but it isn't like anyone will see me, I sit alone. I hope I feel better later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-115029153833274969?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115029153833274969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=115029153833274969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115029153833274969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/115029153833274969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/ghost-town.html' title='Ghost town'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114977568974395615</id><published>2006-06-08T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T07:09:34.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ chicken</title><content type='html'>I had a really nice time last night. Anna came from Buffalo and we went grocery shopping and bought stuff to make taco salad, bbq chicken, green beans, and baked potatoes. It was SO good. Darren made the chicken and potatoes. She brought her puppy and she is 12 weeks old now and is bigger than Duke and Louie. At first I was afraid because of Duke's last outing, and he is a little questionable still. They played and played and then last night he growled at her. I don't get it. You can tell she was so confused on why he would be mad. Then me, Jackie, Anna and Beckie went and saw The Break Up. It was good, realistic, which is why I liked it better. Anna had to go and check in to her hotel because she was here for a meeting and an interview. I hope that she can move back here. The only way you can transfer is if you move up a level there, and she would be moving up a level. They are trying to move her up a level in Buffalo but then she would be stuck there until she could move up again. She just told us too that our friend Darcy, who is marrying someone from Oman, Jordan, they were suppose to move to Kuwait but now it looks like they are going to move to Ann Arbor! Which is exciting because they live in St. Louis now. He will still be in Kuwait for like another year though for his job. They are getting married in Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Anna so I hope she gets the job here. There is too much for her here. She comes home all the time in the fall, birthdays, football. That's a lot of driving. Well anyways, I had a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114977568974395615?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114977568974395615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114977568974395615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114977568974395615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114977568974395615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/bbq-chicken.html' title='BBQ chicken'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114961035699113825</id><published>2006-06-06T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:12:37.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arg</title><content type='html'>I am in a bad mood today.  Yesterday I slept a lot but not enough.  When I got home from work I mowed the lawn and tried to put the branches in to the garbage until I got a HUGE splinter in my thumb and it bled so that was the end of that.  Plus it was really hot outside.  Then I went in and was watching the food network.  I fell asleep around 5:45 and woke up when Jackie got home, I think around 7.  I was feeling discontent then because I had nothing to eat and I couldn't go grocery shopping yet.  So I ate some left over chips with cheese that weren't as good as it sounded.  Then we started watching Office Space and I fell asleep again.  I had to go and pick Darren up at 10 and I would have gone to bed at 10.  Didn't get back until 11:30, so I was irritated and hungry.  I went immediately to bed.  They laid 5 people off on my account, 1 of them being the guy that works with me on what we do.  Well he found another position today and they wanted him IMMEDIATELY so now I am alone.  With no back up.  Things are so disorganized and stupid so that just added to my annoyances.    I have to work today at Panera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend wasn't that great.  Got in a fight, went to a shower, went shopping at Kohl's, went out with Beckie and Jackie (those last 3 three things were fun), saw X-men 3 and worked.   This weekend I have to work Friday and Saturday.  So I can't go to Ryan's bar night. &lt;br /&gt;Ugh well I am going to stop writing because I don't feel like doing it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114961035699113825?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114961035699113825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114961035699113825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114961035699113825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114961035699113825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/arg.html' title='Arg'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114899661789032620</id><published>2006-05-30T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T06:45:59.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'You could fry an egg'</title><content type='html'>So yesterday we went to the Tiger's game. Oh my hotness. We thought we were going to die. It read 93 on the temp thing and we were sitting in the sun. I put sunscreen on but got burned anyways.  The seats were so hot the lady in front of us was like 'you could fry an egg on this!' I didn't feel like drinking, I had 1 margarita and wondered why I wasted the $6.50. I've never seen Jackie's face that red before. We left at the end of the 7th inning. The people mover was air conditioned so that was nice. Adam Ford came with us and he was telling us that he is going to run for State Senate or something like that. He is very business minded. My friend/supervisor from Panera came to the game with her b/f and she was funny. I've never hung out with her outside of work and she was like I don't know why we don't hang out! She was a little buzzed. And she told me that our general manager at the store needs to move someone up but that 'Sarah, Chris and Julie have bad attitudes.' I was like what?! Ok whatever, I can show her a bad attitude if that's what she wants! My friend told her that maybe it was because she kept giving us promises and never followed through on them. So I pretty much have known that door was shut before but now I really know because if she thinks that then she won't be helpful and won't pass on my resume to the district manager. No one thinks she is a good GM. Now I see it.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I worked and we did nothing exciting, watched Hoodwinked. Saturday was the bbq. I decided to take Duke because Mike's yard is fenced in and he could run around and play with the dogs. Who knew that he would have some sort of hatred towards Skippy. So he had to be chained up the entire time, barking and annoyed. I felt bad because he would have been better off at home. The food was delicious. Meat, yum! I had like 3 helpings. The cheeseball Julie made was delicious and the cookies that Jackie brought were gone. And I got drunk, it was fabulous. Then we went home and watched the Pistons and Beckie called because she wanted us to come back but when she gave the phone to Ryan he was like 'you don't need to come back.' Beckie went to bed a 1/2 hour later....I passed out on the couch. Sunday I worked again and it was SO slow. And like 85 degrees in there, it sucked. Went home and me and Jackie watched Rumor has it. Finally about 11 I was like um can we turn on the air? I was hot. It felt much better. I feel bad for those that do not have it!&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was so tired but restless too. I fell asleep at like 12 but woke up at 1. Then at 6 I had a hard time getting up. It looks like it is going to be another scorcher. It is freezing in here though. Then I go to work at Panera. Oh ya, Sunday this kid that I work with sniffled while making a sandwich and this lady freaked out and was like I don't want him making my sandwich and went on and on about it. She also included that 'AIDS was going around.' What!? Apparently it's getting spread like the common cold? She even called back later to talk to the manager and then wanted to talk to the GM. It was so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Well I better be off. I have to try and warm up my hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114899661789032620?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114899661789032620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114899661789032620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114899661789032620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114899661789032620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-could-fry-egg.html' title='&apos;You could fry an egg&apos;'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114856045396531223</id><published>2006-05-25T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T05:34:13.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Chef and Cheese Sticks</title><content type='html'>So yay for the shows last night!  Taylor and Harold beating out people that I didn't really like.  I didn't mind McPhee from Idol but I liked Taylor better.  On Top Chef I like Harold much better and partly why I think he won was because Tiffani was a bitch.  They tried to say it wasn't because of that but I'm not so sure.  And we ate cheese sticks and potato bites while the shows were going on.  Bad!  I was hungry yesterday.  I had breakfast of a mushroom and cheese omellette then I didn't eat until 6:30pm because well one I didn't have any more money and 2 because I was gone until then.  I went to the gym after work and just did like 45 minutes of cardio.  I was sweating my ass off.  Then I took a quick shower and went to Target, we had run out of toilet paper yesterday and didn't want to run out of kleenex too!  I bought everything for under a $ except the TP.  I was proud.  They have bread for 82 cents there!  And it is good!  Everything food wise is cheaper there than at grocery stores. &lt;br /&gt;So I haven't had fast food in 11 days.  That is a record for me I think!  Well except when I was on ww.  I mean I ate cheese sticks, yes, but no greasy cheeseburgers (my favorite) or anything like that.  I have ate turkey sandwiches, a lot, Monday I ate a 1/2 frontega from Panera and Jackie made taco salad with ground chicken on Tuesday.  Since I've been doing cardio I have been more hungry but at least now I'm not eating bad AND not working out.  One thing at a time. &lt;br /&gt;This weekend I work on Friday and Sunday and Saturday we are going to Mike's BBQ extravaganza.  And Monday we are going to the Tigers/Yankees game.  Our friends Phil and Michelle are suppose to come, yes, DBG, but he hasn't gotten back with us.  I hope he comes, I haven't seen him since his wedding.  And Adam Ford is coming too!  GM Card left me with a lot of friends that I still talk to and hang out with, good people.  Jackie, Jessica, Ryan, Steve R., John S, Phil.  Even Lorenzo, even though I don't talk to him much I know he has my back in case I ever needed him.  Ah the GM Card. &lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day, S just emailed us and told we could wfh tomorrow.  She has been lobbying for us since yesterday.  Every chance we can convince the big B to let us do that.  So yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114856045396531223?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114856045396531223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114856045396531223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114856045396531223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114856045396531223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/top-chef-and-cheese-sticks.html' title='Top Chef and Cheese Sticks'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114831012176256478</id><published>2006-05-22T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T08:02:01.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend update</title><content type='html'>Even though I only get paid like 7 something an hour at Panera and scheduling can sometimes be a bitch, at least they give quarterly raises and a company picnic.  I figured it out that I probably get at least 10% raise every year from there.  And we get 'you guys are doing a great job, you are what makes this place run, we appreciate you.'  And free food.  Here, we get nothing.  No team meetings, no free food, no 'hey great job', no raises every year.  Keep the employees happy and productivity will increase!  They don't understand that concept.  But if you mess up, well hey, they will pounce on you in a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice day on Saturday.  Ran errands, took the table and chairs out, grilled, drank, went to the Tigers game.  It was actually a good game and it is cool to go to them.  We walked back to the Ren Cen from the game.  The hoedown was going on so there were a lot of people around.  Then we went to Beckie's cousins for her birthday.  It was good to see everyone and Ryan was there, yay!  I don't get to see him much.  I ate lots of cheetos and salsa.  Sunday I cleaned and we watched 9 to 5, ok I've never seen that movie and I guess that is wierd but I never got to watch tv when I was little and that movie came out in 1980.  Then we watched Twins and I had to go to work.  I was suppose to be there at 3 but I thought it was 4.  So at 3:30 they called and was like oh um you were suppose to be here and you aren't on crispanis you are on line now.  So I went  and 1 guy called in and then the other girl with me had bronchitis and was coughing every 5 seconds so they sent her home.  So I had to close by myself, luckily the Pistons were on and it wasn't busy and we had a bread bash and so people helped me close.  The bread bash was like normal.  I got my little 'review' which we are suppose to have every quarter and I have never had one and I've worked there for almost 2 years!  I was just a meets expectations for everything and the comment was that I should be more helpful and show more team work since I was a trainer.  I had to blow it off because at the end of the night I ALWAYS help people close, cafe, bakery, I usually do both!  So that kind of pissed me off.  The person that did it only works with me maybe once a month so I don't think it was really a fair assessment of my helpfulness!  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to call in tomorrow because I have no money for gas until later tomorrow afternoon.  How sad is that?!!!  It sure doesn't give me a good feeling.  Staples got robbed, that is right across from us in the parking lot of Panera.  They caught the guys but still.  They came in at 8:58, 2 minutes before they closed.  'Desperate people will do desperate things. Especially in times of economic hardship. And that is where we are today.'  That is what our general manager said.  It would be easy to rob a place.  She told us if someone has a gun well just give them whatever they want because we can't 'beat' a gun.  Hopefully that will not happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114831012176256478?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114831012176256478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114831012176256478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114831012176256478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114831012176256478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend update'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114805553889650893</id><published>2006-05-19T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:18:58.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I talked to my Grandma today.  She didn't answer at first but that was because she didn't make it to the phone in time.  Her hip causes her a lot of pain.  She seemed in good spirits until she started talking about when we made her dinner 2 years ago after Grandpa was gone.  Then she started crying.  So then I got all teary eyed.  She said it seemed harder this year and how he was such a great grandpa and how he loved taking care of us and she always trusted leaving him with us (well that is good).  I think she probably just forgot how hard it was last year.  I just hope she doesn't give up.  She lives on her own in a 3 bedroom house on like an acre of land.  My cousin goes over and mows the lawn.  She said that she doesn't drive that much because she doesn't want to get in an accident but she still goes to canasta and she is in the red hat society.  So anyways, she likes to talk about the past which I can see happening because I like to talk about the past too.  When they were first married they bought land in Centerline, I'm like hey that is near us!  But then they decided to move to Lansing by their parents.  They used to window shop in downtown Detroit.  I'm like ya that doesn't happen too much anymore...  They put a downpayment on a house for $10!  My grandpa only made $37 a week.  She kept saying 'if you know this already let me know.'  But I didn't know about all that.  So it was good to talk to her, and when we were saying bye I could tell she was starting to cry again!  :( &lt;br /&gt;I have to work tonight and tomorrow we are going to the Tiger's game.  Maybe we can meet everyone at Shores if they are still there.... It is suppose to be nice tomorrow so I hope it is.  I went and saw MI3, it was actually better than I thought it was going to be.  I liked the characters in it.  'Felicity' and the other character from Felicity and Alias were in it, and the main character from Shaun of the Dead!   Not as funny as that movie.  Then me and Jackie were watching the outtakes from Will and Grace and we were cracking up.  'Jackie' and Karen were so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright well I haven't ate fast food this week, and I have exercised each day doing something at least.  Today my walking partner isn't here so I don't know if I will be able to do it!  I have to, I can't sit here all day, it is so boring already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114805553889650893?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114805553889650893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114805553889650893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114805553889650893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114805553889650893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-talked-to-my-grandma-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114796103132441064</id><published>2006-05-18T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:07:14.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>2 years ago today my Grandpa passed away. There are certain things you just remember every year. I don't know why I have to remember this. I was working from home and I knew he had not been doing good. He was in hospice at home and I went and visited him about 5 days before. He looked very frail on his hospital bed and he was very talkative. My Grandpa was always the quiet one. He let my Grandma take over with everything. He told me that he felt very uncomfortable. I rubbed his shoulders and you could just tell he was so tense and he told me that it felt really good. My grandma was like you don't need to do that. I'm like Grandma, if it makes him feel better than I will rub his shoulders until I leave. He told me he will get better, he hoped he would get better. And I tried not to cry and told him that I hoped he would too. But everyone knows what hospice means. So I left that day and today 2 years ago my grandma called me, crying and told me that she thought it was 'going to happen today, he isn't going to live through today.' She told me to call Anna and tell her and that my parents were on their way up. I got drunk that day. Luke had been planning on coming over and we had been planning on going to Birch Run, so he came over and we went around 5. I hadn't really had someone close to me pass away. I went to Lansing for the next 3 days. I love the power of family and my family. I know he is so much happier now, in heaven and not in pain anymore, but my grandma is now living in the past. I love her to death and I hope she is ok today. She was married to him for like 60 years! I would hope someday I could say that. I don't know why I just felt like I needed to write about this. Anyways, love you Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ok, I just had a moment of oh this was the day. Didn't mean to bring anyone down but I wanted to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my parents last night for mother's day because I had to work on Sunday. It was me, my mom, Danielle and Darren. We had steak and chicken, green beans, salad, baked pot. It was all delicious. I gave my mom a flowering hanging basket, that is usually what I get her for the day. That day was hard for Darren and my friend, Stace and my mom is awesome so I didn't want to miss celebrating with her.   We got home and I watched the rest of ANTM, which I was happy with because I liked Danielle, then American Idol, which I was kind of bummed because I liked Yammin, I tried to vote for him on Tuesday. Then Top Chef where I was annoyed because I like Dave. He was such a freak out. I had ice cream, bad! It was so good. I have exercised every day this week but I haven't seen any weight come off, probably because I'm still eating. I haven't had fast food so that is good.....my friend here is very motivated now so that makes me motivated. Every spare minute she has she's like 'you want to go for a short walk?' sure anything to help me feel better. Tonight I might go to the movies, I have free passes. But I really like to just hang out at home when I don't have to work at Panera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114796103132441064?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114796103132441064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114796103132441064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114796103132441064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114796103132441064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114780783350490940</id><published>2006-05-16T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T12:30:33.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattered things</title><content type='html'>I only have 10 more minutes before I leave.  Grey's Anatomy was so good.  I had to tape it each night because I was working, so I've been staying up until 1am to watch them.  I was crying last night as Jackie was after she saw it.  I was like oh great now I know I'm going to cry.  Why did he have to go?  Drama?  It could have been happy! &lt;br /&gt;I have walked the past 2 days for a little over 2 miles a day and walked up stairs for 5-10 minutes which surprisingly burns like 60 calories in 5 minutes.  I was about to die though!  I was sweating.  I'm glad I do it towards the end of the day at work.  Should I go to the gym today?  Yes I should at least get 20 more minutes in for 60 minutes of cardio and some weights.  I still have to eat right so all the people that are like 'hmm I need to get motivated', I'm still eating subs and fast food.... My goal this week is to not eat fast food!&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Anna, she said Cancun was 100 degrees and she hated the weather, she would walk out of the room and her sunglasses would fog up.  Otherwise I think she had a good time.  Not as fun as Aruba I don't think. &lt;br /&gt;Drama at work, the big B thinks that they are the big bomb and needs to keep telling everyone of that fact.  It is pissing off the other leaders and causing tension among.  Someone who works from home 100% of the time sent a note that said that the morale of the office has just gone up so much since they came as the leader.  Ya right!  Come in every day and your morale would not be up!&lt;br /&gt;Can it stop frickin raining?  We are going to be living in a forest if we don't get to cut the lawn pretty soon.  It is driving me nuts!  Plus I have to walk to my car now that we don't have a shuttle, I have no idea where any umbrellas are.  I guess I haven't looked either.  Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I gotta run so I'll write more tomorrow if I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114780783350490940?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114780783350490940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114780783350490940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114780783350490940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114780783350490940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/scattered-things.html' title='Scattered things'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114737403306527297</id><published>2006-05-11T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T12:00:33.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week I have been so good with the exercising.  Just not the eating.  I've exercised every day!  I walk at work now if I can't go to the gym, we walk maybe a little over 2 miles.  We walk down by the river where they made it all nice.  Then you walk towards Cobo and the homeless people are hanging out.    I have the gym membership but guests are $7.50, how retarded is that?  I pay $39 a month and I can't bring a guest!  Arg.  (this was for Jessica) &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I walked here and I went to the gym.  I was really tired last night.  I couldn't even make it to 11pm, I was falling asleep during American Idol, but I woke up in time for Chris to be voted off.  I thought he had a good voice.&lt;br /&gt;I also read the story about the nun.  Can you imagine getting away with murder for 26 years?  You must think oh ya I will never get caught now.  Not with all the gadgets they have now.... I seemed to have missed that it was in Toledo! &lt;br /&gt;I think tonight I am going to watch episodes of Alias.  Yip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114737403306527297?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114737403306527297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114737403306527297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114737403306527297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114737403306527297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-week-i-have-been-so-good-with.html' title=''/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114728798278039466</id><published>2006-05-10T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T12:08:41.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profile editing</title><content type='html'>Ok I guess I am back. Tired and trying to make sense of everything. I have started going to the gym. And when I work at Panera me and my co-worker go walking at the river for about 2 miles. So that is something. I do feel better after I go, even though I REALLY have to make myself. Nothing exciting has happened the past 2 weeks that I would want to share at least....&lt;br /&gt;I found some good profiles on a dating/friends website that I thought were funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am lookin for a person that have goals, smart, sexy, honest, funny, socialable, someone I can take in public (not no hoodrats).' DatBoiNice &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I would hope you would want to date people that you could take in to public. What is the definition for hoodrat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My mom says I'm "breezy" and "mellow" and I'll make you laugh (not a gurantee).' HairyBagel &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This guy was real attractive (sarcasm). But it's 'not a gurantee' that he'll make you laugh. Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because communication and understanding is the key to every relationship. I'm also cool with just having fun too.' Mandizzle &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Communication and understanding are not 'fun' apparently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I thought Id give this a try. I'm a pretty boring guy, once you get passed the tats ' Poketprotektor &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Way to talk yourself up. He's boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Say you're a nice guy, and you're flat out doomed, because no one dates nice guys. And besides, you're unique and rebelious, just like everyone else; 2000 characters can't sum you up. ' AIMelfscine &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This guy looked a little like Screech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am dark skinned and have all of my teeth...and they are clean also...holla back ' &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm glad we got the dental hygiene question out of the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;P.S.  I had W.C. last night, I couldn't resist, I hadn't had it for a while.  It was delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114728798278039466?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114728798278039466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114728798278039466' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114728798278039466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114728798278039466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/profile-editing.html' title='Profile editing'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114605833477956271</id><published>2006-04-26T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T06:33:46.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in no mood to share so I don't think there will be any posts for a little while, sorry to my loyal followers, I know there are so many....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114605833477956271?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114605833477956271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114605833477956271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114605833477956271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114605833477956271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-in-no-mood-to-share-so-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114555747350359824</id><published>2006-04-20T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T12:16:34.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am at my working limit. It hit me last night and continued wayyyy in to today. I feel like I've drank but I haven't had a drink. It sucks and it makes me hypersensitive. Everything seems worse than it is. One wrong word and I might fall in a heap of crying. I went at lunch for a car nap. Not long enough!&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my 'health educator' today for the first time in a few months, I've mostly been avoiding him because I know I haven't been healthy. We get it free through work. It's basically just phone consultations and what goals we want to reach with our health and how we will do that. I think I avoided him because I haven't wanted to try to make any effort to do that since I am already drained. I don't know if it helped or not, I told him it is even harder now that I don't get to work from home at all. Go right from one place to another and just grab food when I can. Try to pack a lunch but sometimes I don't get to because I am stressed that I might be 'late!' My goal this week is to make to the gym at least once, once, pretty sad since I used to go 4 times. Then that I want to walk Duke. He would love it and it would be good for me.&lt;br /&gt;Well I gotta do some work. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114555747350359824?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114555747350359824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114555747350359824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114555747350359824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114555747350359824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-at-my-working-limit.html' title=''/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114537316882967668</id><published>2006-04-18T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T08:13:43.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter weekend</title><content type='html'>I had a pretty good weekend. Friday I went to the hospital for 6 hours for Darren's dad, he was having a tumor removed from behind his eye. It was successful so far. Then I went running around, to the mall and to get a belt for the vacuum cleaner. Danielle was having her little birthday thing at Lucky's. So at 9:15 we finally left for that, we were planning on leaving at 8:30 but we ended up all getting there at the same time anyways. Good timing. I had a good time, I was drunk and played ski-ball and Frogger. Then I got in to that coin game where you drop them and try to knock other ones off and you got tickets. We pooled all our tickets and each got a PEZ dispenser. Danielle got a stuffed elephant. Apparently I passed out on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I cleaned the house, did laundry, made cupcakes, and then went to work. I was only suppose to work til 8 but of course our genius scheduler didn't schedule anyone til close, so I had to do it because the other girl had been there since 11am. I didn't end up getting out til 9:30. I was so tired. Dan, Beckie, Jessica, and Mike came over for cheese sticks, fries and pizza rolls and we watched Shawn of the Dead, which apparently everyone has heard about that movie besides me and Jackie. I really enjoyed it. I was skeptical at first but it was funny. I was falling asleep on the couch after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I got up, went to church and then drove to Lansing. We had dinner at my Aunt's house. We had ham, potatoes, wings, salad, green bean casserole(yum!), creamed corn, and veggies. It was delicious. I was really tired that day though and everyone kept asking me about my internship and I started getting upset. I just didn't want to talk about it anymore. I wanted to retreat in to my house and curl up and watch Alias. I got to see both my grandma's. They are so cute. My Grandma Byrne was in a lime green track suit, with these cute little tennis shoes that matched. And my other grandma had on purple pants and a white top with brown circles. She is like 4'8 now and keeps getting shorter! Then Jim was pissing me off, I guess he offended Danielle too. He is an atheist, which I am very openminded and to each his own. But he went to church with my family and kept making comments during the service, disrespectful comments. So Danielle wanted to swear at him in church, not very churchy but she was pissed. She was like that's fine if you are atheist, then don't go to church and be disrespectful, do we say anything to him about what to believe in? No. Well I didn't know this until after he was kind of rude to me so I was thought I was the only one. Guess not. Anna has a good head on her shoulders so I will leave it to her. As long as she is happy.&lt;br /&gt;Came home and me and Jackie watched SATC and ate chocolate chip ice cream from baskin and robbins. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;I worked yesterday and at Panera the one cafe girl decided to just go and clean the bathrooms at 8pm, didn't tell anyone. Leaving my friend in bakery to ring everyone up. It was ridiculous, so at like 8:45 we all went outside to either smoke or get fresh air, even our manager came but not the cafe girl. She comes back there and was like 'oh jeez I was wondering where you all went, I'm the only one in there.' My manager was like 'oh well, we've been looking for you all night, it's ok.' It was funny, the girl just stomped around the rest of the night, not speaking to any of us. I work the rest of the week, except Friday. These damn high school kids and their spring break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114537316882967668?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114537316882967668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114537316882967668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114537316882967668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114537316882967668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter weekend'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114432708737458687</id><published>2006-04-06T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T05:38:07.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jabber attitude</title><content type='html'>I am writing before I lose my motivation.  Me and Jackie were watching this commercial where a guy was at work and he went to the vending machine and his chips got stuck.  He just stood there with a dejected look on his face.  I was like oh hell no, if that was me I would have knocked the fucking thing over!  Which is how I feel about this place.  Apparently now I have an attitude problem too.  It was totally taken out of context because 'Ed II'  was typing to me over IM and wouldn't actually come and talk to me and I was asking all sorts of questions on what was wanted done from me.  But I guess I was being difficult in asking questions so it wasn't that the questions were hard it was the 'attitude behind it.'  I was like oh geez I do not have an attitude but now I do.  Thanks.  People are keeping track of when we all go and come in, it is getting bad.  One of the places I sent my resume to said they hired from within their account.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, I made lasagna last night and it was good.  And not as hard as I thought.  It's ok when I don't have to work at Panera but now that work from home has been yanked from us it is hard to go in to both jobs every day.  I want out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114432708737458687?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114432708737458687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114432708737458687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114432708737458687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114432708737458687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/jabber-attitude.html' title='Jabber attitude'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114417122934388680</id><published>2006-04-04T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T10:26:59.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan</title><content type='html'>What is the plan for me? I think that everything happens for a reason and that there is a plan for me. I wish I just knew what it was now. When I was younger I didn't really worry about it because I was busy doing new things. There are new things to still do but now I'm wondering more if I am ever going to get out of this place? I kind of feel like I used to in middle school, dread. When I wake up in the morning I feel dread at having to get up. Once I get going I'm ok but the initial reaction is damn it! The new 'Ed' is more ruthless than the first one. Always wanting to be in your business and keeping secrets and making themselves feel important. I have ceased to talk to 'Ed the 2nd'. Pretty sad but that is what happens when someone thinks that they will move up here by becoming something else. Not at this place. Am I going to become a dietician? Am I going to quit selling the bagels and giving all my energy to that place? Am I ever going to get to the gym? And am I ever going to find out what the hell is wrong with my leg? It went away for like 3 months and now it is back. Going from light pain to I need to grab the counter pain. I kind of found today if I push down on the floor with my leg when it is going on that it kind of makes it ease up. Maybe it is because I am not working out anymore and the muscle is screaming at me. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up freaking out last night because I had a bad dream. I don't remember where I was but we were talking about some sort of criminal case and killers or something. And I had to leave so I got in my car and started driving but I then realized that the passenger window was open, as I start to look in my rearview mirror I see someone getting up from the back, I tried to turn the car around and I was so scared. I was screaming out in my sleep because Darren was like 'hey hey hey, are you ok? What's wrong?' He thought it was my leg but no I was just freaked out. I was glad to wake up from that one. But I still had a fearful feeling stay for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 1:15, ugh. Tonight I don't have to work at Panera, glorious. I want to take a nap. Yesterday was tiring with trying to stand on one leg a certain way it made it really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiki's sucked on Saturday for those of you that didn't go. Next time remind me to ask if it is 18 and older! I thought since it was a party that it would be 21 and older. No. I haven't seen it so busy in there at 10 ever. It took us about 25 minutes to get drinks and by that time it was almost 10:40, Jackie was pissed at this asshole bartender for passing her over about 50 times and then having the nerve to say everyone else was waiting that long too.  We didn't even get our bottle of champagne.  You could barely walk through all the people.   So we drank what we had gotten and left to go to Teddy's. Luke said there were ugly girls there, I had a fine time but I was tired so I had to put some effort in to it. Then we went to Mcdonald's because Luke doesn't like W.C.! we wanted B.K. but it was closed already :( With the time change we went to bed around 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114417122934388680?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114417122934388680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114417122934388680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114417122934388680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114417122934388680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/plan.html' title='Plan'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114365032134884743</id><published>2006-03-29T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T08:38:41.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to White Castle</title><content type='html'>Why oh why do I want white castle every night?  When I really think about it I'm like it's not that great.  But every night that I work I want to stop there.  I make myself drive by.  I haven't had in a few weeks though.  It was the night before the girls went to Vegas and I  had a double cheeseburger.   My vice is #2, 2 doublecheeseburgers and some fries.  Then I have to have mayo to dip my fries in with ketchup.  I am hungry just thinking about it and it is only 11am.  You shouldn't eat w.c. during the daylight hours!  One time one of my coworkers brought it in as her 'breakfast day', but it was still dark out so that was ok.  LOL.    I had never even had w.c. before I moved to this side of town!  Curse it!  It wouldn't be so bad if i just ate like 2 hamburgers but of course I have to have it with the cheese!  I think once a month should suffice but it is hard.  Especially when I'm tired and didn't feel like eating anything at Panera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had an 'Ed' flashback today.  Apparently we are being 'watched' to see if we come in on time.  First of all my job does not require me to answer phones, confer with co-workers, anything like that.  Meetings are set times and they sure as hell aren't at 7 in the morning.  So I got a talkin' to and I was like is my work not getting done?  'Well no but if you need something more to do let me know.'  Hell yes I need more to do.  So I ask for more to do today and now it has been 2 1/2 hours and nothing has been given to me.  So fuck that.  I will just update my blog and see if I can go over level 9 on Super Bounce Out.  When the work comes in I do it right away.  Nothing like feeling like you are in high school.  Or like we have little snakes slithering around watching.  I know exactly who the snake is too.  Nice to your face, kiss ass to the boss.  Me and my friend I sit next to are so bitter.  We feed off each other.  It probably isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work Mon, Tues, Thur, Fri, Sat. at Panera this week.  Last night I did crispani.  We sold about 50 which is a lot for a Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114365032134884743?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114365032134884743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114365032134884743' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114365032134884743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114365032134884743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/ode-to-white-castle.html' title='Ode to White Castle'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114346824673642888</id><published>2006-03-27T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T06:34:16.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Things have been pretty crazy in the past couple of weeks, I am hoping that all is going to calm down and we will have less drama. I haven't really wanted to write about what was going on. I am so happy that Louie was found, even if he is a lot of bones right now. We thought he was skinny before! He still is a little wobbly and Duke doesn't really understand why he can't play with him and jump on him like before.&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice weekend. Friday I worked and then was really tired because Thursday night we went to Roger's Roost. Now I know why I can't go out during the week. I had a little too much to drink and only got 3 hours of sleep and had to work both jobs on Friday. I was hit on by a guy named Bubba, and his name says it all. He was a really nice guy. Friday when I got home me and Jackie went to Coney and got a chicken greek salad and fried mushrooms, it was so yummy! Then Saturday we went to East Lansing to hang out with Danielle and do some shopping. I cannot believe how long we spent shopping! It was fun though, we went to to Kohl's, the mall and Target. Probably spent too much at Kohl's but oh well. We went to Chili's and had a yummy drink and chips and cheese dip. We didn't get home until after 11 and my friends from Panera kept calling me to stop by so I was like ok I'll go over for a minute. She literally lives like 2 blocks from us. I ended up staying there until 2:30 and I didn't go to bed until 5:30 in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;I was surprisingly ok yesterday, cleaned and watched basketball the whole day. Go Patriots! (George Mason) - who beat MSU, UNC, and UConn to get in to the final 4. I figure if they beat MSU then I want them to go all the way! Darren fell asleep at like 8pm and never woke back up, he is sick right now, he didn't even wake up when I left this morning. He was still in his jeans. So I went to sleep at around 11, it was so nice! I watched Grey's Anatomy, I had never seen that one, it was very sad. I cried. So overall things are balanced right now. Sleep and Louie is back.....I have to work both jobs today but it is ok. I heard they made around 100 crispanis on Saturday, crazy!!! I probably could have worked too because someone called in, like normal. 2 people have quit and 1 got fired so every time we hire people they just drop off like flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, who the hell would be killing all these animals?  I find it very disturbing. The people caught should have the same thing happen to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114346824673642888?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114346824673642888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114346824673642888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114346824673642888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114346824673642888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114226129533489000</id><published>2006-03-13T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T07:44:17.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not going to lie, I am pretty sad that I can't go to Vegas. It's almost like when they went to Europe without me, but on a littler scale than that. It would be nice to get away. I've been sick for like 5 days. Today I'm feeling better. But all I have to look forward to is work. I didn't get the job at Potbelly, they told me that they were 'moving forward with another candidate because with your lack of foodservice management we can't meet you salary requirements.' That is a load of crap. I have management experience and foodservice, just not together. They couldn't take a chance on that? I have degrees and work experience and job loyalty but I guess that didn't matter. Then she almost offended me when she asked if I wanted to just be an associate there. I'm like no thanks, I already am an 'associate' somewhere for a 2nd job and I'm not driving 20-25 minutes for a part time job. She seemed surprised. So I'm a little down about things.&lt;br /&gt;We had our bread bash last night and we are getting some new things, a Mango I.C. which tastes like an orange julius, a Turkey Romesco sandwich, Forrest Mushroom soup and then the Trail mix bagel is coming back. It was a long drawn out meeting that did not have to last until 10:30 but it did. I was annoyed.  My friend Chris was sitting at a table by himself so I was going to go up to him and say hi.  I sat down and he was crying.  I was like 'ah, what is wrong?'  He started crying harder!  Then I felt so bad.  He didn't want to talk about it and I asked if he wanted me to leave him alone, he said ya.  I told his g/f (she works there too) and she was like I don't know what's wrong, she didn't know if he was mad at her.  But it made me sad to see him crying.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to Teddy's, Kyle had broken up with his girlfriend. Again. She told him on a text message that she hopes that he dies. I'm like damn, that was mean. So he was wasted. My least favorite person came there, Lena. She makes me feel uncomfortable because I don't normally dislike many people but I dislike her. She did not try to talk to me, I was so happy. On the way home it was thundering and lightning like crazy. The dogs didn't really want to go out for the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we watched a lot of basketball. I ran to the grocery store for a few things and forgot all means of payment. So the guy had already rung me up and then I couldn't pay. Darren had to bring it up to me, but he had to void it out and take everything out of their bags. I felt like such an idiot. I was like ya I'm sure you are going to go home and be like ya this stupid girl came in today and couldn't pay. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya and Friday we made 60 crispanis. That number is suppose to double this week and next. yipee! I didn't get out of work until 11 on Friday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114226129533489000?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114226129533489000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114226129533489000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114226129533489000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114226129533489000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-not-going-to-lie-i-am-pretty-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114182507305662786</id><published>2006-03-08T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T07:22:07.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crispani mania</title><content type='html'>So I picked up a shift last night at Panera because I went in to check my schedule and Kay was like 'are you working? Do you want to?' Since it was a crispani shift I was like ok. So I went home and changed. One of the other people didn't show up. About 6pm I got an order, then another then another. I ended up making 30 crispanis. Now normally there are 2 people to help out because you have to take out table settings, deliver the pizza, roll the dough, top it, and when there are more than 3 coming in it takes 2 people. Our GM came back to help me. We were just rolling them out it was crazy! Radio and TV commercials came out this week. The coupons don't even go out until next week! Then I can't imagine. They are buy 1 get 1 free and just free coupons. So it will be even crazier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have today off so that was why I was ok with taking a shift last night. I get to watch Project Runway AND I get to see Ryan! I haven't seen Ryan in like 5 months!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else exciting is going on. I just found out that my friend of like 16 years is moving to Seattle. His b/f moved there a couple months ago so I figured it wouldn't take him long. But he has never moved away from MI, even though he had been all over the free world! It will be wierd, even though I don't see him often I know that he is still there. He already had a good job and he got a job with Microsoft. He always said he was going to marry one of the Winkler girls because he wanted to be in our family because it was so normal. It goes from marrying to having babies with one of us so that he can have kids AND have it be a Winkler child :) Some people you just stay friends with forever.&lt;br /&gt;And others, you don't. I have a friend who I was in her wedding 10 months ago as the maid of honor, I have talked to her 1 time since the wedding. Now it's to the point that I couldn't really just be like 'hey what's up.' I'd have to be like 'hey, so I guess you are annoyed with me, but I'm annoyed with you too.' I just haven't felt like having that conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a .71 on the homo/hetero scale. I thought it would be a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I'm still getting bad pains in my right leg.  It happened yesterday 3 times.  It makes me feel weak, it makes me scared to exercise, it makes me cry!  It happens only so often and there is no rhyme or reason to it.  It's random.  It's frustrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114182507305662786?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114182507305662786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114182507305662786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114182507305662786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114182507305662786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/crispani-mania.html' title='Crispani mania'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114165481824688610</id><published>2006-03-06T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T10:19:11.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwanted</title><content type='html'>It was an interesting weekend. Friday night I worked and then me and Jackie went to Meijer's at like 10:30 to get food. Anna and her b/f Jim came at 2:30 in the morning. Darren and him went to Coney to get food. We ended up going to bed at like 4. Saturday we watched the Spartans lose again in basketball and then headed to 12 Oaks. 696 was closed so that was annoying. Jim is a scary driver. The going 90 mph isn't what I was scared of, it was the weaving in and out of cars. And he hates rap and loves country. Scandalous! We didn't get back until 8 and we were suppose to leave at 7 to meet Sandra and Beckii. So we ended up meeting them in Dearborn at Pizza Papalis. Jackie, me and Anna had a very strong vodka and juice on the way. I was hit by the time I got there. I had a couple Captain and diets and I was feeling good. Sandra and Beckii's 3 friends met us up there, Andy, Chris and Shawn. Andy is cute so I thought maybe him and Jackie? We went to a bar with a live band, it sucked, old people and not good songs. So we then went to Venue. Jim was shocked that it was $10 for guys to get in. $5 for women. Then we checked our coats. We immediately hit the dance floor and I didn't get off it all night except to go to the bathroom. Andy turned out to be wasted, so wasted that he couldn't really open his eyes. Jackie started dancing with some other fella and well Andy didn't really like that so he kept trying to go over there. I would pull him away and he wouldn't even notice. Chris was getting booty danced by some girl and he had a scared look on his face. He reminded me of Luke. He is only 22 and he has a g/f. The rest of the group wanted to leave about 1:30 but Jackie didn't want to go. So we kept dancing. Then the fateful drink, tequila, was given to her and she did the shot. Jim and Anna had gone to get our coats but we thought they were outside so we went out but they weren't there. The bouncer wouldn't let us back in. Jackie started getting pushy.  Have you seen her pushy?  I was afraid she was going to start a fight with the bouncer!  Some random guy told us ya well my g/f just dumped me and left him here. I was trying to make Jackie come away from the door. Then they came out and immediately Jackie was like 'where's my phone.' Jim was like 'I gave it back to you.' She was adamant that no he did not, 'it is lost'. I'm like ok let's go and look in the car. She was convinced 'no it is not there. Nope'. So we get to the car and sure enough it was in my purse. Thank god, it was getting a little scary! So we are driving back and Jackie was trying to text Beckie but she kept saying 'it isn't working. It isn't working.' It ended up just texting 'I'. Then she goes 'I deleted her number.' I'm like what? It wasn't there anymore. It was funny. So then at some point I left message for Luke because he didn't come out with us and then Jackie wanted to leave a message so it was like 5 minutes long and that she mad at him. :) He ended up calling back. We got off at 9 mile and Jackie was rolling down the window, Jim was like do you need me to stop? 'Yes'. So we pulled over at the Mobil for her. We finally got home and Jim carried her in and put her on the couch. Then I stayed up with her until she fell asleep. She told me to call her friend to tell her she wasn't going to make it to lunch the next day. She doesn't remember that. Ugh I hate that pukey feeling of drinking too much. I was drunk too but I only had 1 drink at the last bar we went to and we danced a lot. Anna wanted food, we just ended up eating pizza from earlier. It was an interesting evening. Yesterday me, Anna, Darren and Jim went to my parents for dinner. It was yummy. Now I'm at work and I have a long day. I go from here to Panera. I don't really like those days. Ok, I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people here took a collection for 'Ed' because it is his last day and I did not contribute. I barely have any money as it is and I didn't particularly like him. So that was on Friday but of course today someone was like 'are you going to put any $$ in?' I'm just like 'no'. I shouldn't have to explain myself and I hate that people are pressuring me, it wasn't my idea and I don't want to be part of it. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the title of this blog has nothing to do with anything I wrote about....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114165481824688610?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114165481824688610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114165481824688610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114165481824688610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114165481824688610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/unwanted.html' title='Unwanted'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114140759441269088</id><published>2006-03-03T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T09:43:23.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Thing I hate about...oh I mean you might not know</title><content type='html'>Here are 10 things about myself that you might not know. Comment on whether you knew or not. Then write your own 10 things, in your own blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I drove a full size, 2 toned blue van in college for 2 years and it was called 'Zoomba Magic Bus' or the 'Nightrider'.&lt;br /&gt;2. I get grossed out with anything that has to do with knees.&lt;br /&gt;3. When I stayed at my grandparents, I slept in the crib even after I didn't really fit in it.&lt;br /&gt;4. I like to eat my fries mixing mayo and ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;5. My arm was dislocated by a family friend and my mom wouldn't believe me when I was like six years old, she made me wait until the next day to go to the doctor's.&lt;br /&gt;6. I licked a pole in the winter when I was about 5 and it didn't stick, it just took the top layer off and it hurt like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;7. MTV was banned from our house after the 'Like a Virgin' came out.&lt;br /&gt;8. We were not allowed pop except on Friday night, because that was pizza night. Sunday was ice cream and popcorn while watching the Cosby show.&lt;br /&gt;9. Cleaning is therapeutic to me.&lt;br /&gt;10. Had my first boyfriend in kindergarten until 3rd grade when he moved to Brighton. He broke his arm on the last day of school by doing underdogs on the swings, never saw him again. His name was Matt Sova. Didn't have another b/f until I was 27.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114140759441269088?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114140759441269088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114140759441269088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114140759441269088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114140759441269088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/10-thing-i-hate-aboutoh-i-mean-you.html' title='10 Thing I hate about...oh I mean you might not know'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114115014131063886</id><published>2006-02-28T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:09:01.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yes, very uncharacteristically of myself I went out 2 nights in a row.  I usually like to watch SVU reruns and be annoyed in general on a Friday or Saturday night.  So yes, Posh was dead on Friday night.  After our Ye Olde Saloon stop we ended up at the G spot.  I do avoid conflict, especially when I am drinking.  I have enough when I am sober I like to be in my own world when I'm having the Captain.  I danced, it was fun.  Saturday I slept til 1, it was great.  But then I had to go to work.  It wasn't too bad.  That night we went to Posh again, I was really drunk that night because I didn't really eat that much.  The dance floor was really crowded and sometimes when 'dance' music came on I went to the side.  I was in the bathroom when 'My Little Nasty Girl' came on by B.I.G., Diddy and Nelly, I tried to run out of there, I really like that song.  Thankfully Susan brought some cigarettes ( I gotta stop that) and then there was a White Castle stop.  I wouldn't want to pay $10 to get in to that club I don't think.  I still like Tiki but that is kind of far. &lt;br /&gt;So 'Ed' at my work is moving on and there is no sadness felt by this team.  Me and my one friend wanted to high five each other but thought that might not be appropriate, not that the stuff he has said to us is appropriate or anything.  We'll see how it all works out.&lt;br /&gt;I saw FD3, thought it was pretty gory.  Especially the tanning bed scene.  I wouldn't want to go out that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114115014131063886?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114115014131063886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114115014131063886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114115014131063886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114115014131063886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-yes-very-uncharacteristically-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114078505428815481</id><published>2006-02-24T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T04:44:14.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I'd like to crawl in to a hole and never come out.....  Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114078505428815481?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114078505428815481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114078505428815481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114078505428815481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114078505428815481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114056928649579485</id><published>2006-02-21T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T16:51:40.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecure</title><content type='html'>Now I know that on the 'love me, hate me' it is really hard to do. I had the hardest time doing them and I didn't want to. I looked at mine and 100% said I was insecure and unhappy. I think I agree with both of them. I used to be so secure. I need to change a lot of things to get that way again. One of them is going to be eating healthier. I am seriously going to try and do that. No more frickin white castle during the week ( maybe if I am wasted and I have lack of judgement), I'm going to start bringing my lunch to work and NOT eating a bagel for breakfast. Yogurt and fruit. Hopefully I will get this new job and I will be able to only have one job and I will go back to the gym. That is another thing that will make me more secure in myself. Why does it have to be weight!!!! It is SO annoying. I look at older pictures and I'm like wow, I thought I was big then, when I was my littlelest. I think I just made up a word. I don't care. Now I'm like wow I looked good then, you never see that when it is you. Beckie looks awesome and Jessica does too! I hope that they recognize that and don't forget that even if they don't  think so, they look fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;I'm unhappy for the same reasons, weight, job, maybe relationship?? I don't want to get in to that and I don't want any comments, it is something that I have to figure out by myself. But they are all changeable things and I have to work on myself to get back the confidence, happiness and silliness that I used to have. So bare with me. It is a work in progress, thanks everyone for being my friend, sister, and an ear to hear me!  I need all I can get. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114056928649579485?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114056928649579485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114056928649579485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114056928649579485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114056928649579485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/insecure.html' title='Insecure'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-114020371210686740</id><published>2006-02-17T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T11:15:12.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate me?  Love me?</title><content type='html'>I liked this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Scrapiron"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=Scrapiron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari?name=Scrapiron"&gt;http://kevan.org/nohari?name=Scrapiron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-114020371210686740?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114020371210686740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=114020371210686740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114020371210686740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/114020371210686740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/hate-me-love-me.html' title='Hate me?  Love me?'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-113960328079678814</id><published>2006-02-10T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:28:00.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's gone..how long was that?  :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-113960328079678814?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113960328079678814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=113960328079678814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113960328079678814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113960328079678814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-113960120840575224</id><published>2006-02-10T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T11:53:28.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pudding</title><content type='html'>I love Usher like I love pudding.  Only Jackie would really know how much I love pudding.   :) &lt;br /&gt;It was a good ol' day back in the Springs when I discovered my love for pudding.  I said it with much passion and it must have sounded funny because she burst out laughing.   But I'm listening to Usher right now, Confessions, and I LOVE it!  And I've listened to it a lot. &lt;br /&gt;I am having a rare good mood moment.  I remember when I used to have a lot of those.  What happened??!!  I want to capture it and make myself feel like this all the time.  Not so crappy all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-113960120840575224?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113960120840575224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=113960120840575224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113960120840575224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113960120840575224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/pudding.html' title='Pudding'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-113958003919591002</id><published>2006-02-10T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T06:00:39.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nard quit!  I never got to confront him on the 'Bitttttttch' though.  I would have liked to see him squirm.  He just called yesterday and said 'I quit.'  No one was upset. &lt;br /&gt;So I left at my normal time today but there was an accident at Moross.  So I got here at 7:20.  I called to tell 'Ed' that I would be late because of an accident and he has to send an email out to the whole team, which no one gives a crap.  So I got here and he wrote to me and said 'you are going to make up you time right?'  What?  He is so retarded.  All he cares about is watching our 'time', even though we don't punch a clock.  That's because he doesn't know what he is doing otherwise.  I hope he leaves.  Or that I leave, hopefully I get a different job first so that I can through my badge and be like 'I quit!'  No I wouldn't do that but I would like to!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am SO tired of panera.  5 days a week is not working for me.  I'm tired of crispanis, of line, of having to pick up everyone's slack so that we can get out before 10:30,  it's just dumb.   Luckily last night we closed with Kay who has 5 kids and doesn't want to be there late, so she didn't go through with a fine tooth comb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-113958003919591002?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113958003919591002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=113958003919591002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113958003919591002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113958003919591002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/nard-quit-i-never-got-to-confront-him.html' title=''/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-113940266136916817</id><published>2006-02-08T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T04:44:21.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>So yesterday wasn't just wierd for 1 person I think everyone and thing was being wierd.  Duke pooped in the house when Jackie was right there...Banana might have found a love....I was walking in to Panera and I saw Nard's car and I was thinking oh great when I'm almost to the door I hear 'BIIIIIIIIIIITCH'.  Like I don't know who is calling me a bitch?  I look around at his car and I'm just like 'I f-ing heard that.'  First of all I'm not a bitch, I have no problems with anyone I work with, ever.  Maybe if he wasn't so lazy I would help him but hell no.  Especially not now.   He got sent home anyways before he even clocked in, good..... Chris F. was at Panera for like 4 hours, that was wierd.  I mopped the entire store because everyone was just 'so behind'.  I wanted to cry when I was done.  Is this my life?  I'm trapped there because of the money but I really want to have 1 job.  I cried on the way home.  I don't think I'll get the thing I interviewed for probably because I don't have a smile plastered on my face my entire life.    Then much foolery when I got home.  And I have to go there again today, tomorrow, Saturday, Monday and Tuesday.  BLAH!  It's not that I mind the job, it's that I mind it when I work 31 hours there in a week.  I am just going to start requesting 3 days off a week so that I am not scheduled that much.  Detroit is back to normal.  I think that there is more traffic now because everyone is coming in to work now. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go back to bed.  7:43 am and I want to be done for the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-113940266136916817?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113940266136916817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=113940266136916817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113940266136916817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113940266136916817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-113932400680755425</id><published>2006-02-07T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T07:25:48.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>Oh ya I can't stand working with Nard. I have to try to ignore the fact that he stands around and does nothing when he has no customers and I will not help him at the end of the night because of it. Some things he has said to me or done...&lt;br /&gt;1. 'I'm not applying to Michigan State because I only expect to get a 16 or 17 on my ACT test so I wouldn't get in.'&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Black people don't invest or save for retirement but I plan on doing that.' What?! I really didn't get that one.&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Every day I think about quitting and taking my money drawer with me.' This was while he was counting down his drawer.&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Will you clean the girls bathroom?' he refuses to clean the woman's bathroom, I swear he needs to be fired. So I said 'um no, that is your job and I'm closing line.' He goes: 'I'll remember that the next time you ask me for a favor.' Don't worry, I won't!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Man I need to quit this place is wearing me out.' Again, what?! You work like 25 hours a week at the most and you don't even work when you are here!&lt;br /&gt;6. 'Oh you can just have the chips for free.' Um no he can't Nard! Obviously you don't care about getting raises.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I literally have to ignore him when he is working because he drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sorry I went on that little episode but I couldn't help it. Yesterday 2 people called in so we were a little short staffed. The weekend was ok, I worked on Friday and Saturday nights. Didn't do much on those days. I cleaned on Saturday We went up to the place that used to be Gecko's on Saturday for like an hour. My friend Keri was up there. It was dead. We just played some pool and had Bacardi Silver's for a $1. Sunday I went grocery shopping and we made food for the SB. We only had like 8 people over, that was a good number because then we all had seats. It was an ok game, I didn't really care who won. Well I have to get to work, now that Amy is gone 'Ed' keeps asking us questions because he doesn't know what he is doing. Not our fault!!&lt;br /&gt;I saw Underworld: Evolution, Thursday night, I liked it a lot.  I like Kate and 'Ben' (from Felicity) and I like how they intertwine everyone.  Now is Selene and Michael going to have a wierd baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Where did 'foolery' come from? I know I didn't just make it up, I've heard it before...I knew that they wouldn't go 'for a little while', whenever the plan is oh we are just going to go for a bit, it turns into a late night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-113932400680755425?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113932400680755425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=113932400680755425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113932400680755425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113932400680755425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-113882316036536960</id><published>2006-02-01T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T12:18:00.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New York Moment</title><content type='html'>Well I better blog before I forget what I said I was going to say. Buffalo was nice and fun. And I actually planned on calling in to panera since they wouldn't give me the day off on Saturday. But that turned in to well you have to find someone to work for you. Luckily a kid took my shift so I actually didn't get in trouble. So really I have never called in....When we got there I was a little hungry so the veggie pizza sounded good, but we still had to make the dough! So i though ok i'll have some triscuits or something, well Anna is on her total weight loss plan and didn't have anything normal to eat. I was a little wary of the reduced fat cheese also but I must have had a bad experience with fat-free cheese because surprisingly it tasted really good. (After 2 daiquiris and a rum and diet!) Then I was like oh some ranch would be good, well she doesn't drink milk anymore, she had soy! I was like what kind of twilight zone have i stepped in to. We made it anyways and it was fine. I lost terribly at the SATC game, it is still fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She now reminds me of me back in the day of losing weight and loving to go clothes shopping! When everything fits good and looks fabulous, I miss that :(&lt;br /&gt;I am really glad I went. Saturday was relaxing, shopping, basketball, food and the bar, what more could someone want?! Nothing crazy happened to me like Anna and Jackie, it was a normal lonngggg night out. Me and Sara were standing on the sidelines by the end going 'are we home yet?' While taking pictures and having strange guys trying to get in them. I had a LOT to drink but I didn't get sick or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday sucked of course. I wanted to curl up at Panera and go to bed. Every time I think I might get to leave early it never happens. I don't think I've caught up on my sleep yet. I couldn't sleep last night even though I was tired. I was so hot and irritated. So today I am so tired and I have to go to my other job after this one. Blah. I had an interview yesterday but who knows if I'm going to get it. I 2nd guessed my answers after I was gone. Well at least it was good experience. I'd like to only have 1 job!!! I haven't gone grocery shopping in like 4 weeks, luckily I have been able to get laundry done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week is SuperBowl week and the Ren Cen is floating with athletes and tv cameras. I've seen the tapings of the ESPN sports shows and Cold Pizza. It's pretty interesting. All the people here. And you hear of all the parties and bars with celebrities but there is always that chance that you pay like $175 and no one shows up. I wouldn't want to pay that much anyways, are you really going to talk to anyone? I don't think so. If anyone wants to watch the SB you can come over to our house. We'll be watching it on the projection screen and have some food. Let me know if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;Only 45 more minutes here, tick tock tick tock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-113882316036536960?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113882316036536960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=113882316036536960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113882316036536960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113882316036536960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-york-moment.html' title='A New York Moment'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-113802390677043235</id><published>2006-01-23T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T05:45:06.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surprisingly Nard shows no animosity towards me. He probably secretly loathes me. Don't really care. Tonight will be my 9th night in row at the big 'P'. I have tomorrow night off but I have a feeling that I'll be working again on Wed. and Thurs. I asked for the weekend off because I want to go and visit Anna. Hopefully they will give it to me. I don't think they thought this whole thing through. They took 2-3 people (total of 6) off normal shifts to do the crispanis but didn't hire anyone to fill those places. Duh. And they are wondering why they have to put people on 6 days a week. I am very tired and irritated today. I didn't want to get out of bed but I had to get here by 7 because 'Ed' is being an asshole lately trying to flex his managerial muscle. He told me if I forgot to turn in my status report again that I would lose my work from home PERMANENTLY! ass. I do not understand the status report, if you don't know what we do or how to look up what we do then you don't deserve to be that position. He is the worst manager, if you looked up 'bad manager' his name would be there.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I worked until about 11 and then me and Darren went to his cousin's and played euchre. I drank some gin and o.j. and it just made me so tired. We didn't get home until almost 3. I slept til noon on Saturday and watched MSU blast Iowa. Then off to work I went. Me and Jackie went out to Ernie's that night, which it was a lot of older people, yes I know we are almost one of those 'older' people but I guess I just don't like it! So we went to Woody's where we met this nice fella from Kentucky who had been imprisoned for 5 years for beating up a cop and told us he was racist all within 2 hours of meeting him. He seemed like a nice guy but he tried to explain why he was racist and I was just like um maybe you should stop talking about it!! Yesterday was dumb, I woke up and pretty much went to work. I just wanted to go to sleep when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;I read that someone couldn't make hash browns... :) I make really good ones, I take red skinned potatoes and cut them up in little pieces, then i stick them in the microwave until they are a little soft (cook faster), then put them in a pan with butter and fry them up, and I use Lawry's, they are really yummy. You should try it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-113802390677043235?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113802390677043235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=113802390677043235' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113802390677043235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113802390677043235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/surprisingly-nard-shows-no-animosity.html' title=''/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-113776282000799742</id><published>2006-01-20T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T05:13:40.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work: my 2nd home</title><content type='html'>So yesterday we did the 'dry run' with the crispanis.  They are not hard to make, all we have to do is roll out the dough, make sure it is the right size, top it and put it in the oven.  Then make sure there are no bubbles.  Mostly I've heard good things about them.  One person said they don't really fill you up, maybe they should get the chicken one...Jessica and Jackie came in to get a free crispani and they enjoyed it.  Even though they had to get rung up by Nard.  He bugs the crap out of me because he is 17 and thinks he such hot shit.  He is slow and has no emotion when talking just like 'hey what's up.'  I'm like you can't say 'what's up'  to customers!!  A lot of people complain about him.  When he works in the back of the house he brings in his own cd's, which consist of rap and more rap, songs that you don't hear on the radio because they probably couldn't play them.  I think to myself, does your mom know you listen to this?  His parents brought him in for the interview.  I sound old but I'm just like ok, nice song.  So yesterday we had a line of about 10 people, which is a pretty good size line, him and another girl were on registers.  I see him walking away with a bunch of lids in his hands.  I'm like where is he going?  She was like um I guess to fill lids?  I yelled out to him 'what are you doing?  you need to ring people up!'  He's like 'well I'm not sure if I have a drawer.'  Note:  He's been in his shift for at least 3 hours at this point.  I'm like 'did you count it down?'  'um no'.  'Then you still have a drawer!!'  Idiot.  People like that drive me crazy! &lt;br /&gt;So my weekend is going to suck, I work today at both jobs, then I also work fri, sat, sunday and monday nights.  Yip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-113776282000799742?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113776282000799742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=113776282000799742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113776282000799742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113776282000799742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/work-my-2nd-home.html' title='Work: my 2nd home'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-113759414788422920</id><published>2006-01-18T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T10:27:00.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hat</title><content type='html'>If anyone wants a good laugh just come and look at me at Panera when I have to make crispanis and they will see the hat that I have to wear. It gave Beckie and Jackie a good laugh. It has a mesh top so that I guess my head can breathe?? If anyone wants to know what a crispani is, it's a Italian style pizza made the Panera way. There are 6 kinds: Tomato basil, pepperoni, chicken and rosemary, 3-cheese, Apple and sausage, and wild mushroom. My favorite are the chicken and the wild mushroom one. Only 2 of them have tomato sauce on them. We start to sell them on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;So ya I'm scheduled for like like 9 days in a row there. Apparently they don't care if I fall asleep making a crispani and fall in to the oven and burn! Hopefully my work situation will change within a month or two. Now I have a guy sitting next to me at my full time job that whenever I say one sentence he rolls his chair over to my desk like we are about to have an hour conversation. I'm like no I'm done, roll back. He's not hard of hearing either. So I have to try avoiding saying anything. My biggest pet peeve when I come in in the morning at 7am is if people talk to me. I grunt 'hi', don't be trying to have a conversation with me. It doesn't go well. So now he not only rolls over to my desk but he tries to talk to me when I come in! The nerve!&lt;br /&gt;It's only 9:20, I feel like I've been here all day. This is going to be a fun one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  why do I have to be such a worry wart?  I remember when I was like 5 or 6 and I used to get so nauseous because I worried so much, I am starting to get that feeling again.  I hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-113759414788422920?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113759414788422920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=113759414788422920' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113759414788422920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113759414788422920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/hat.html' title='The hat'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-113716767273903122</id><published>2006-01-13T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T07:54:32.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crickets and Mr. Potato Head</title><content type='html'>I went to the bank yesterday that I always go to, they know I work at Panera and I've even brought them bagels.  I'm in my Khaki pant and blue shirt because I was on my way there and Jonathon ( a teller) was at his desk and goes 'hey I need some crickets'.  I was thinking um we don't have crickets at Panera.  Then he realized from the look I gave him that I probably didn't work at Petco.  'Oops', he said.  'Wrong store.'  Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mr. Potato Head (from some fast food place) has fallen over and Mrs.  Potato Head is still on her feet.  Like always...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-113716767273903122?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113716767273903122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=113716767273903122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113716767273903122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113716767273903122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/crickets-and-mr-potato-head.html' title='Crickets and Mr. Potato Head'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-113655855335014194</id><published>2006-01-06T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T06:47:17.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Romantic Life Partners</title><content type='html'>I too am very pleased and happy for Jackie going back to MSU. I think that it will challenge her and interest her and get her excited about learning new things besides having to create presentations for her crazy manager and getting them written on them with red ink. Of course the other side of me is like wow our lives are going to change a lot. It has been 'Sarah and Jackie' for 5 years now? 3 vehicles for me... We've done a lot of crazy things, sliding around in my Blazer on a snowy cold night in The Springs, limo rides with guys we barely knew, bar runs and frat parties that will never be forgotten (her golden shower by Travis - hahaha-it was not on purpose for anyone that doesn't know the story), seeing Norma at the Marriott in Pontiac because we met some cute car dealers from out west and we just had to go swimming in the pool at 2 in the morning, going to the bar just the 2 of us because no one else wanted to go and we would get home and be like 'damn that was fun!', our resolution that only she and I know and that we have stuck to since we lived in the Springs. I remember when we lived there and she had it in her head that she really wanted to move out of the state and I just got so upset, I would cry about it all the time, maybe I was selfish then because now I will cry about us 'separating' but I feel better about it than I did back then. Because I know that it is a great thing that she is doing. Sometimes you get so used to a person that you don't ever imagine that it will be different and when a change is going to happen where we won't see each other every day or talk every day it will be weird. I know it sounds like she is moving out of the country and I know she will be like an hour away but it feels like a big change for me, a good one but I still want to just say these things because a part of our lives will be changed and I want her to know that I have loved living with her and even though she hasn't agreed with everything I have done she has always supported me and I always felt I could tell her things. No petty little fights, I think in the whole time we have lived together we got annoyed with each one major time and it was squashed pretty fast, I don't even remember what it was about. The other annoyances were things that didn't really make a difference. She still bought a house with me even though she lived with her boyfriend and I think that is pretty damn cool. Owning a house has been a lesson in itself all the little stupid things you have to do, mow the lawn, take the garbage out on time, clean and unplug the drains and hope that nothing major breaks down because we don't have a lot of $$ to play with. She has always been my DD which I appreciate so much! We have been pulled over twice where one time she really got away with one. She normally doesn't drink that much but we had been to a Tiki happy hour, it was me, her, Dave and Jamie and we were like 1/2 mile from The Springs and she was going like 15 over. I don't think she passed the breathalizer but the cop said that if we walked home that he wouldn't arrest her. What?! We took that offer and 'walked' with it. All in our little bar outfits at 2:30 in the morning, luckily it was a nice warm night. I remember how pissed she was storming ahead of everyone with that angry face that scared so many people at GM Card :) I think she was more relieved that she didn't get in trouble. The other time was on a cold snowy night and she had not drank at all. She was driving my car and he was like have you been drinking? "no but she has (pointing to me)'. He still made her to do the sobriety tests but she passed and we were on our way. Phew. We would always drive to the east side to go to the bars, ironic that is where we ended up living. Lipsticks, Woody's, and Emerald were our choice places with Phil, Rob and Jeff. All huge bouncer men, Phil of course is dead body guy. Lipsticks was the place of the strongest Long Islands ever! But our favorite place was always Tiki. We met many people there and have had a lot of fun nights there. It's not as fun now but I loved that place.&lt;br /&gt;And Jackie, she is a great gal :) fun, cute and smart, I'm glad that we went to the Alibi that night so that I actually got to see that she wasn't the scary person I thought she was! And a great friend and 'sister' because she is a part of my family. If she isn't there with me they are like 'where's Jackie?' So I am going to stop now because this could probably be the longes post ever, Cheers to Jackie, don't let anyone get you down about this opportunity! Love you and thank you for being my friend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-113655855335014194?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113655855335014194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=113655855335014194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113655855335014194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113655855335014194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/non-romantic-life-partners.html' title='Non Romantic Life Partners'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-113638663075808956</id><published>2006-01-04T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T06:57:10.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying cougher</title><content type='html'>So in general there is an annoying guy that sits over the cubicle, it reminds me of me, Jessica, Ryan and Steve R at GM Card when our stories were fabulous, funny and awesome.  We talked about our partying nights and dead body guy and everything in between.  It would have been interesting to be over the other side of that cubicle.  He coughs, a lot, and talks to this other guy over there that always sounds like he wants to say 'back away from my cube'.  Today his thing is that he doesn't think that it is going to be busy down here around Superbowl.  Um what?  He said that he thinks it will be like when the All-Star game was here.  First of all that was baseball, not as popular and 70,000 painted, beer drinking men (and women) tailgating and partying for football.  Even with the Lions crappy season people still came out every Sunday and partied for it.  Now take the most watched professional sport and have the championship here, I think it is going to be a little crazy.  We are getting emails about how there is going to be tons of security and volunteers and GM World, Jefferson and the conference centers are going to be shut down and used just for the media, just the media is 3,000 people.  So I think he is insane saying that nothing is going to be going on down here.  Anyways, I just wanted to write about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-113638663075808956?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113638663075808956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=113638663075808956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113638663075808956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113638663075808956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/annoying-cougher.html' title='Annoying cougher'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-113623538628087008</id><published>2006-01-02T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T12:56:26.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Well I've had the past week off of my full time job and I slept a lot.  I still felt tired so I thought jeez how do I do it when I am working both again!  It's been a good last couple of weeks.  I've gone to a Michigan State basketball game, saw all my family, had game night at my parents with chili and cosmopolitans (mmmmm), watched football, worked at panera and of course New Years.  We ended up having a party at the house which you all know.  The night before me, Jackie, Beckie and her sister Sarah went out to the bar to Johnnie G's, we had never been there and I liked it.  About an hour after we got there Jackie was like hey that's Kyle.  So I went to say hi and then Jason was there and all of a sudden Marcus, Darren, Torren, and Malcomb all came in.  So it ended up being a big group.  Luckily we went to Denny's after so that I could eat and not be hung over on Saturday.  Saturday I went to GFS for fried goodness.  Mushrooms, cheese sticks and wings.  Then I made mac and cheese and cleaned the house.  TNOF went to Emerald and I couldn't help but feel a little sad.  I couldn't go because our other friends were coming...My Panera friends came and that was fun but they had to leave too and then Stace and Ryan didn't end up making it.  It was still fun.  Then at 1:30 Jackie text me that they needed a ride because the cabs weren't answering.  I was like ummm I think everyone has drank here!  Darren immediately went to go get in the car and I was like don't let him go by himself!!  So Marcus went and they all crammed in to the equinox.  Then I made them fried goodness and went to bed at 4:30.  Yesterday I was hung over and I wasn't even that drunk, but I think I was really tired from getting ready and staying up so late.  We went to Coney came back and I slept for almost 4 hours.  I did nothing except mop the floor.  Today the christmas tree came down and all the pine needles are gone.  It is a lot less cluttered.  I don't work tonight at Panera so I'll be watching football.  Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2006!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-113623538628087008?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113623538628087008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=113623538628087008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113623538628087008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113623538628087008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-113355218020988352</id><published>2005-12-02T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T11:36:20.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/community/mymaps/visitedStates/statemap?visited=ALAZCACODCFLGAILINKSKYLAMAMIMNMSMOMTNVNYNCNDOHPATNUTVAWVWIWY" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/community/mymaps"&gt;create your own personalized map of the USA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;a href="http://www.world66.com"&gt;write about it on the open travel guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out west.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-113355218020988352?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113355218020988352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=113355218020988352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113355218020988352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113355218020988352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/create-your-own-personalized-map-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15512278.post-113355148646671792</id><published>2005-12-02T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T11:24:46.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know people probably don't even read this since I post so little.  Thanksgiving was the normal holiday.  Everyone came to my parents house and we had the same fixings as last year except we added steamed vegetables and pumpkin soup, that was for Anna who is on a mission to weigh less than me when I was at my lowest because she is going to Antigua and wants to be able to go topless!  It was watching the Lions lose, looking through the ads.  I was tired because I had got in a fight the night before and hadn't gone to bed until like 5:30 am and had the biggest headache when I got up.  Since then I've been broke so I haven't been doing anything fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today and starting this week I am on a health kick, trying to get back in to the gym or even walking as a form of exercise.  Anna sent me a graph AND a chart on our weight loss progress, the damn engineer in her :)  she has already lost 20 pounds because she started a while ago.  I have done some form of exercising 3 times this week which is a big improvement.  I walked up the stairs to work, I am on the 17th floor, I thought I was going to pass out!  I had to stop a couple of times to catch my breath.  And I walked around the circulation ring for 20 minutes. while I'm walking, now I'm walking fast, not some casual stroll, this guy who was wearing a winter hat, all black clothes is like 'excuse me', thinking he needs directions in this place I turned around and was like 'yes?  I'm exercising'.  He's like 'I have these flags' (toothpick flags) 'and it is for veterans day' (wasn't that weeks ago?) 'for a donation...'  I stopped him right there, I'm like I'm exercising I  have no money on me.  He was like oh oh ok.  And who exactly is this 'donation' going to?  Himself?  probably.  So I turned and kept walking at a fast pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the update, I haven't hung out with anyone really, I haven't gone to the bar...I want to do something this weekend, not fall asleep at 12 or read a whole book, even thought it was relaxing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15512278-113355148646671792?l=blueeyedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113355148646671792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15512278&amp;postID=113355148646671792' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113355148646671792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15512278/posts/default/113355148646671792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueeyedlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-know-people-probably-dont-even-read.html' title=''/><author><name>The W-spot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490148431690258398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
