<?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-6686968</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:14:39.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seductive kisses</title><subtitle type='html'>the magic of the razberi</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110925549231616102</id><published>2005-02-24T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T09:31:32.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving...</title><content type='html'>Change your links, folks. My new url is &lt;a href="http://razberi.net/"&gt;http://razberi.net/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110925549231616102?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110925549231616102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110925549231616102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2005/02/moving.html' title='Moving...'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110873613378575655</id><published>2005-02-18T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T09:15:33.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor.</title><content type='html'>So, it wasn't a total waste of time. The new season of&lt;strong&gt; Survivor&lt;/strong&gt; seems like it may be interesting. I did notice a few odd things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jolanda&lt;/strong&gt; looks exactly like &lt;strong&gt;Judge Mablean&lt;/strong&gt;. (Ya know, from Divorce Court/Celebrity Fit Club.) Kinda acted like her too, maybe that's why she got the boot. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe it was a good thing that&lt;strong&gt; Wanda&lt;/strong&gt; got booted. I don't think I could handle one more of her Survivor songs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephenie&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; Jonathan&lt;/strong&gt; jumping in the water too soon: hysterical. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coby&lt;/strong&gt; seems to be just a tad on the weasel side. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw a whole lotta ass. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dude, you just won fire. Then you tip your boat and LOSE your fire. Sucks to be you. Funny for me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anywho... I like the ending credits the best. You get to see who voted for whom. That's the good stuff. The only one I missed was Ashlee. Does anyone know who Ashlee voted for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110873613378575655?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110873613378575655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110873613378575655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2005/02/survivor.html' title='Survivor.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110865324317601926</id><published>2005-02-17T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T10:14:03.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes.</title><content type='html'>I know, I never post. I'm such a bad blogger. Things, they are a 'changing. My new site will be up and running soon. Thanks to the lovely and talented &lt;a href="http://misszoot.com/"&gt;Miss Zoot&lt;/a&gt;. You can go take a peek but it won't be finished for a few more days. (&lt;a href="http://razberi.net/"&gt;Razberi.net&lt;/a&gt;) Yeah, that's my new URL. Razberi dot net. Cute, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... I am officially in a relationship again. The Ex and I have decided that we are totally in love and always will be. We had an excellent Valentine's Day. I do love the man. And he loves me. We will do everything we can to make it work this time. And other than that, just hope for the best. We did have a pretty crappy week though. Electrical problems made the phone, cable, TV, stereo, and most everything else short out. It was pretty scary. But it's all been fixed. Except the phone. But we always have the cell. But no internet, because I have dial-up. Yes, I live in the stone ages. I'm at my mom's now. (Hi mom, I'm just here to use your computer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... that's about all for now. But you know I can't leave without making you do something. I have a few questions. Just because I'm curious. And thinking of getting new cable service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What cable/dish system do you use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do you pay/ how many channels do you receive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... and... is anyone watching the new seasons of American Idol or Survivor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110865324317601926?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110865324317601926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110865324317601926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2005/02/changes.html' title='Changes.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110805114850074916</id><published>2005-02-10T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T14:22:38.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because... I'm boring today. </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning?&lt;/strong&gt; 6:30 a.m. But I didn't actually crawl out of bed until 7:10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls?&lt;/strong&gt; Diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the movie house?&lt;/strong&gt; Lord Of The Rings : The Return Of The King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;/strong&gt; Buffy the Vampire Slayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;/strong&gt; Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What is your middle name?&lt;/strong&gt; Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What is your favorite cuisine? &lt;/strong&gt; Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What foods do you dislike?&lt;/strong&gt; Tomatoes, beets, spaghetti, lasagna, spinach, chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What kind of car do you drive?&lt;/strong&gt; Blue Chevy Cavalier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Favorite Sandwich?&lt;/strong&gt; Ham, toasted bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What characteristic do you despise?&lt;/strong&gt; Egotism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Favorite item of clothing?&lt;/strong&gt; Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. If you could go anywhere in the world for a holiday where would you go?&lt;/strong&gt; New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What color is your bathroom?&lt;/strong&gt; Black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Favorite brand of clothing?&lt;/strong&gt; Doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Where would you like to retire?&lt;/strong&gt; Ehhh, don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Favorite time of the day?&lt;/strong&gt; Evening. About 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What was your most memorable birthday?&lt;/strong&gt; 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Where were you born?&lt;/strong&gt; Parkersburg, WV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Favorite sport to watch?&lt;/strong&gt; College football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What are you wearing right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Jeans, WVU jersey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. What star sign are you?&lt;/strong&gt; Scorpio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. What fabric detergent do you use?&lt;/strong&gt; Downey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Pepsi or Coke?&lt;/strong&gt; 7-Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Are you a morning person or a night owl?&lt;/strong&gt; I used to be a night owl. But now that I have Halee, I'm up at 6am and in bed by 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What is your shoe size?&lt;/strong&gt; 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Do you have any pets?&lt;/strong&gt; 1 dog. Nasheek. (German Shephard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Any new exciting news you’d like to share with your family and friends?&lt;/strong&gt; Zack is an angel. Halee can count to 20, say her ABC's and spell her name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;/strong&gt; A singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. What are you meant to be doing today?&lt;/strong&gt; Giving Halee a bath. Shopping for my mom's birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found at &lt;a href="http://bigorangemichael.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michael's&lt;/a&gt;. We drive the same kind of car, and use the same fabric detergent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110805114850074916?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110805114850074916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110805114850074916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2005/02/because-im-boring-today.html' title='Because... I&apos;m boring today. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110796048903154416</id><published>2005-02-09T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T09:48:09.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 50.</title><content type='html'>My mom's birthday is Sunday. She'll be 49. She might kill me for saying that, and for the title of this entry. (Love ya, Mom.) She wants me to go out with her this weekend. Which wouldn't be so bad, even though I haven't been out in months. And I have quit drinking alcohol. But she bought me some clothes yesterday and she wants me to wear them out. YES FOLKS. My mother is trying to dress me again. The jeans are fine. They are the kind of jeans I like. They make my butt look good. But the shirt. Oh dear lord, the shirt. There are no words to describe the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't bought her gift yet, either. Any suggestions? I think a shirt would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110796048903154416?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110796048903154416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110796048903154416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2005/02/almost-50.html' title='Almost 50.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110778636336283884</id><published>2005-02-07T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T09:31:29.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Netflix &amp; a quiz.</title><content type='html'>I signed up with &lt;a href="http://netflix.com/"&gt;Netflix&lt;/a&gt; recently. You make a list of DVD's you'd like to watch. They send you 3 at a time. You watch them, send them back, and get 3 more. I'm not quite sure it's worth the $17.99 a month. I live way out in the sticks, so it takes the DVD's far more than one day to arrive. So, basically I may receive 12 movies a month. Maybe it is worth it. I don't know. Anyone else have Netflix? You like it? Think it's a good deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this at &lt;a href="http://redheaded8itch.com/"&gt;Kelly's.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="You're Tinkerbell!" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Medox/1040029117_ktoptinker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinkerbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Medox/quizzes/Who"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Who 's Your Inner Sexy Cartoon Chick ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110778636336283884?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110778636336283884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110778636336283884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2005/02/netflix-quiz.html' title='Netflix &amp; a quiz.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110729038548835027</id><published>2005-02-01T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T15:39:45.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;uesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;acos. Poor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Flat ones.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Halee has 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eeth. Zack's hur&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ired... is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I promise I won't do this every day. And keep the songs coming...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110729038548835027?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110729038548835027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110729038548835027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2005/02/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110718495791735550</id><published>2005-01-31T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T10:22:37.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;anic &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;onday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y eyes feel like &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;ud flaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;outh tastes like &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;ush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;other is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;addening. ( I still love ya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;usic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;ission: I'm a downloading &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;aniac today. Please recommend one song to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110718495791735550?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110718495791735550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110718495791735550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2005/01/monday.html' title='Monday.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110694610399764439</id><published>2005-01-28T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T16:01:43.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;reaky &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;riday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;at.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ace looks &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;unny to me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have some&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;f&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uggin' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;un.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop sut&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ing my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ace with&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;f&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ood.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ell on the ice yesterday and hurt my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anny. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110694610399764439?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110694610399764439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110694610399764439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2005/01/friday.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;riday.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110683969474529632</id><published>2005-01-27T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T10:28:14.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical tag. </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Barry &lt;/a&gt;tagged me. So here it is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random 10:&lt;br /&gt;1.  "Hair Of The Dog" - Nazareth&lt;br /&gt;2.  "The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia" - Reba McEntire&lt;br /&gt;3.  "Cold" - Crossfade&lt;br /&gt;4.  "Try A Little Tenderness" - Otis Redding&lt;br /&gt;5.  "Far From Me" - John Prine&lt;br /&gt;6.  "Party Up" - DMX&lt;br /&gt;7.  "Close To You" - Maxi Priest&lt;br /&gt;8.  "Numb" - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;9.  "It'll Be Okay" - Limp Bizkit&lt;br /&gt;10. "Magic Man" - Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;What is the total amount of music files on your computer&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I delete files all the time because I make cd's for other people so much. Plus, I have files on 3 seperate computers. So yeah, way too many to say.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;The last CD you bought is&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't bought a CD in so long. But I think it was Limp Bizkit. "Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;What is the last song you listened to before this message&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little Wing" by Skid Row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Write down five songs you listen to a lot or mean a lot to you&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "I Need You" - Lynard Skynard.&lt;br /&gt;2. "One More Day" - Diamond Rio&lt;br /&gt;3. "Unwed Fathers" - John Prine.&lt;br /&gt;4. "Old Hippie" - Bellamy Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;5. "I Can't Make You Love Me" - Bonnie Raitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Who are you gonna pass this stick to &lt;/strong&gt;(three persons and why)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://palmera.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daphne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insanefaery.com/journal/index.html"&gt;Insane Faery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hopelyn.com/"&gt;Hope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because, I want to. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110683969474529632?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110683969474529632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110683969474529632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2005/01/musical-tag.html' title='Musical tag. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110657793469661393</id><published>2005-01-24T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T09:45:34.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January.</title><content type='html'>Having a huge family can be a real pain in the rear sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 01 - cousin's birthday&lt;br /&gt;January 12 - another cousin's birthday&lt;br /&gt;January 15 - yet another cousin's birthday&lt;br /&gt;January 17 - one more cousin's birthday&lt;br /&gt;January 25 - Aunt's birthday&lt;br /&gt;January 27 - Uncle's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, they all have to have parties. Why? I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus we have 2 court dates this month, from when my mom's car was stolen. Halee has a dentist appointment. Zack has an appointment in Kentucky, again. Taxes. Halee has pre-school. My ex has a work party thingy. Zack has therapy, and school. My father wants me to clean out his closets, and cabinets and send things to good will. My mother wants me to paint her bathrooms. Halee was successfully potty-trained. And my relatives think I am their resident CD burner. 81 songs in 2 days. Right. Not gonna happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sit down and watch a movie. Can I do that? Do ya think I can? Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... and... I really wanted a bunch of snow. Stuck in the house for a week sounds good to me. But no, we get a few inches. Mainly slush and ice. A big nasty mess. But it's 0 degrees. So they still cancel school. Oy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your month going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110657793469661393?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110657793469661393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110657793469661393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2005/01/january.html' title='January.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110605936093394136</id><published>2005-01-18T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T09:42:40.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Alive. </title><content type='html'>Yes, I am alive. I've just been busy, sick, and very uninteresting. I still have the flu. Which at this point, I don't think it's ever going to go away. I've been in the midst of potty training. (No, I'm not training myself.) I'm still moving my blog from blogspot to my own domain. And basically, I have nothing interesting to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're here from BlogExplosion, BlogClicker, or one of my regulars... Leave a comment, ask a question, propose to me, tell me I suck. Maybe it will give me something to think/blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110605936093394136?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110605936093394136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110605936093394136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-alive.html' title='I Am Alive. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110562588824726879</id><published>2005-01-13T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T14:48:08.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again. </title><content type='html'>Once again, I've found another site that generates blog traffic while you surf other blogs. Of course, I signed up. Someone please put me to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogclicker.com/index.php?referer=blue34" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 91px" height="98" src="http://www.blogclicker.com/banners/bc120x90addict.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I still have a few more gmail invites for anyone interested. Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110562588824726879?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110562588824726879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110562588824726879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2005/01/not-again.html' title='Not again. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110536621220336114</id><published>2005-01-10T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T09:10:12.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo.</title><content type='html'>I think I posted something about a week ago. Blogger must have ate it, which is precisely why I'm moving to MT in a few weeks. Yeah, I already have my own domain. I'm also getting rid of my AOL account. No need for it. I rarely use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... I won't be posting for another week or two, until I get everything caught up. My new email is &lt;a href="mailto:Razberi@gmail.com"&gt;Razberi@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. I've had a gmail account forever, I've just never used it. And I doubt that anyone wants one, but I have 10 gmail account invites if anyone wants a gmail account. Just email me and let me know. It may take me a week or 2 to reply, but I will get back to ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... thanks for all the lovely comments. I will be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110536621220336114?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110536621220336114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110536621220336114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2005/01/boo.html' title='Boo.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110374412320392347</id><published>2004-12-22T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T14:35:23.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays.</title><content type='html'>It's almost here. Almost over. I really enjoy the holidays, but I'm just so tired. I need a break already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece comes up to me today and says... "My cousin says that there is no such thing as Santa." Oy. She's 3 years old and already questioning the validity of Santa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be blogging much 'til the holidays are over. Still so much to do and no time to do it. Happy Holidays to all of ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were a Little Naughty This Year!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/a-little-naughty.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're not likely to greet Santa with sucker punch...&lt;br /&gt;He's still not too jolly about coming to your house.&lt;br /&gt;You might get a small token from Mr. Claus&lt;br /&gt;Like some detox pills for your liver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/naughtyornice.html"&gt;Were You Naughty or Nice This Year?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a naughty girl. But I'm a Nice Naughty girl. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110374412320392347?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110374412320392347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110374412320392347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110357140257256325</id><published>2004-12-20T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T14:36:42.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffing your stocking.</title><content type='html'>I suck when it comes to shopping for other people. I ask and ask and ask them what they would like to have. They always answer with the perfunctory "I don't know". So I end up buying the most useless crap in the world, with receipt in hand so they can exchange anything and everything. With the kids, it doesn't matter. They get excited just tearing up the wrapping paper. With the adults, it's hard to tell. They always smile and say thanks, but there is always that sideways glance that looks as though they're looking for the nearest trashcan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I totally lost my mind and bought my mom a huge lion head fountain for her garden/patio area. That big bastard cost $169. I was thinking it was revenge for all of her years of never telling me what she wanted. She loves the hideous thing. She calls it "Romanesque". I bought my dad a million chocolate covered cherries because everytime I asked what he wanted, he would say Chocolate Covered Cherries. I bought him like 15 boxes. They were gone in 3 weeks. I thought he was going to give them away to family. But he ate them all. Dad... that is so not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year... you're all getting gift cards. Except for the kids. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110357140257256325?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110357140257256325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110357140257256325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/12/stuffing-your-stocking.html' title='Stuffing your stocking.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110331496822972343</id><published>2004-12-17T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T15:41:44.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;3 Names You Go By&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Misty.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mis (even though it pisses me off)&lt;br /&gt;3. Trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Screennames You Have&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Magicrazberi&lt;br /&gt;2. shutupandtouchme&lt;br /&gt;3. kung foo betty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things You Like About Yourself&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. I really enjoy my hair. On my head. I really do. &lt;br /&gt;2. Money doesn't matter to me. (Maybe because I never have any. But when I do, I spend it on everyone else.)&lt;br /&gt;3. I rarely get angry. And I even when I am angry, I never lose my temper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things You Hate/Dislike About Yourself&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm very impatient.&lt;br /&gt;2. I procrastinate too much. I'm the laziest person that I know.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm too reckless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Parts of Your Heritage&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. German.&lt;br /&gt;2. Irish.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cheroke Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things That Scare You&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Failure.&lt;br /&gt;2. Making the wrong choices when it comes to my niece and nephew.&lt;br /&gt;3. Being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of Your Everyday Essentials&lt;/strong&gt; (I'm not quite postive that this meant websites, but I do as &lt;a href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Barry&lt;/a&gt; does.)(Was that even a sentence? Is my dyslexia showing again?)&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Inn of the Last Home&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://lirpazaid.diaryland.com/"&gt;Drips of Scarcasm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://diaryofamusicwhore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diary of a Music Whore&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things You Are Wearing Right Now&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;2. Blue Hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;3. A torturous device known as a bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of Your Favorite Bands/Artists (at the moment)&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Otis Redding will always be my favorite. &lt;br /&gt;2. Fleetwood Mac.&lt;br /&gt;3. Willie Nelson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of Your Favorite Songs at Present&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Try a Little Tenderness - Otis Redding.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Chain - Fleetwood Mac.&lt;br /&gt;3. Whiskey River - Willie Nelson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 New Things You Want to Try in the Next 12 Months&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. A vacation. Yeah, I'd like to try that. &lt;br /&gt;2. New baking recipes. I'm sick of baking cobbler and pepperoni rolls.&lt;br /&gt;3. Some sort of sleep clinic. 8 straight hours, that's all I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things You Want in a Relationship &lt;/strong&gt;(love is a given):&lt;br /&gt;1. Honestly, I'd rather not have a relationship at this time... &lt;br /&gt;2. N/A.&lt;br /&gt;3. N/A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Truths and a Lie&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;strong&gt;Which is the lie? Guess in the Comments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was once arrested for stealing a car. &lt;br /&gt;2. I used to be a waitress at a topless bar.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have an unnatural fear of public restrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Physical Things About the Opposite Sex (or same) That Appeal to You&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Smile. I like lips. &lt;br /&gt;2. The butt. &lt;br /&gt;3. The feet. If they aren't taking care of their feet, chances are they aren't taking care of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things You Just Can&lt;/strong&gt;’&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Do&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wink. I really can't wink. So lame, I know. &lt;br /&gt;2. Program a VCR.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wake up happy. I'm so not a morning person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of Your Favorite Hobbies&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Singing.&lt;br /&gt;2. Blogging &amp; reading blogs.&lt;br /&gt;3. Reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things You Want to do Really Badly Right Now&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Careers You&lt;/strong&gt;’&lt;strong&gt;re&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Considering&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Journalism.&lt;br /&gt;2. Criminalistics.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleeping. (It could be a career.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Places You Want to Go on Vacation&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bahamas.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Gator Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Kids Names&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Skippy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Zippy.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things You Want to Do Before You Die&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. There's no way I could limit it to 3... Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110331496822972343?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110331496822972343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110331496822972343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/12/3-things.html' title='3 things.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110329655148641640</id><published>2004-12-17T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T10:15:51.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity levels are rising.</title><content type='html'>People act all crazy during the holidays. Shopping has become a full contact sport. I'd be almost afraid to finish my Christmas shopping if it weren't for all the Tae-Bo I've been doing lately. ( I ate one too many pies at Thanksgiving.)In the past three weeks I have seen ladies (and gentleman) buying trash cans, ( coolers, hampers, and even luggage) stuffing them full of merchandise. They then proceed to the check out line thinking that the cashier will not even look inside of the aforementioned items. When the cashier does lift the lid and sees the cornucopia of prizes inside, she starts scanning them. The customer then goes into a rage shouting that those items are not hers and she is not paying for them. Chaos ensues. Things are thrown. Yes, thrown. Managers are summoned. Authorities are called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it all quite amusing. Except for the cashiers. They have to put it up with that all day, then go do their own shopping at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest episode involved a woman trying to get away with stuffing a trash can full of merchandise. When the cashier lifted the lid and saw all of these things inside, she asked the lady if she was going to pay for all the stuff, or had she decided that she didn't want it. The lady instantly started screaming obscenities,  calling the cashier a bitch more than once. When the manager arrived and said he was calling the authorities, the lady ran off screaming the bitch word several more times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to see someone chase her, but it didn't happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the season. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110329655148641640?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110329655148641640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110329655148641640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/12/insanity-levels-are-rising.html' title='Insanity levels are rising.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110312251480093911</id><published>2004-12-15T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T09:55:14.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow makes me hungry.</title><content type='html'>It's not even 10 A.M. yet, and I have already devoured 3 slices of cold pizza, 2 chocolate covered cherries, a can of Dr. Pepper, and a can of Mt. Dew. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110312251480093911?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110312251480093911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110312251480093911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/12/snow-makes-me-hungry.html' title='Snow makes me hungry.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110304211153144168</id><published>2004-12-14T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T14:22:51.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I thinking?</title><content type='html'>Well, I have got to be the dumbest person in the world. I went ahead and bought my own domain and had Movable Type installed. And I don't know how to freaking use it. I just thought I'd have it installed and then I'd type and publish as usual. Well, no. There's so many template parts that I have no freaking clue what to do. There's a help manual and everything, but I have no time to read all of it. I just want someone to set up my nice little blog. It doesn't have to be pretty. Just a plain design like the one I have now. Pink, black, gray, and white. Maybe red. That's all I need. So I can continue to type and publish like I always do. I knew I shouldn't have bought it, but it was impulse. What can I say? I have the archive, and index templates so screwed up. I'm so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just no time for me to try and do it. It's too difficult to get much time at all when you're taking care of 2 children. One that is handicapped. If even one would be so kind as to help me out here, it would be much appreciated. I'll mail you a Christmas gift. I'll give ya tons of linky love. I'll donate what I can, but money is tight with Christmas so near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone MT template savvy out there, who has a little bit of free time and a very big heart? Anyone? Hmm...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give ya my password and login name. I'm not worried. I know you're not going to use them for anything... unnatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help. (Yes, that was my lame call for help.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;: The wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.misszoot.com/index.php"&gt;Miss Zoot &lt;/a&gt;has agreed to design my blog. Go give her much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110304211153144168?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110304211153144168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110304211153144168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking?'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110295397183543580</id><published>2004-12-13T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T11:06:11.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the news.</title><content type='html'>It's colder than a well digger's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask, how would I know how cold a well digger's ass can get? I really don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you tell me how you know that a witch's tit gets cold? Because she get's no action? It's always covered up? Ehh, because she's always flying on her broom , and the air up there is cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bake a peach cobbler now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110295397183543580?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110295397183543580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110295397183543580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/12/in-news.html' title='In the news.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110270436375062494</id><published>2004-12-10T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T13:46:03.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke - (Carry - Oh, Key).</title><content type='html'>I admit it, I am guilty of singing on Karaoke night. It's quite addictive, really. Once you get up there with mic in hand and let your pipes loose. People start hootin' and hollerin'. ( I live in WV, and yes, we hoot and holler.) I usually never sing at all. Most karaoke nights, I skip altogether. But there an occasional few nights that I have drank one too many and sang one too many. Now, for the most embarrassing part. My song list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I actually do take a turn on karaoke night, I most often sing one song and one song only. "Fancy", by Reba McEntire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been know to sing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat Benatar - Love Is A Battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;Jewel - You Were Meant For Me.&lt;br /&gt;Heart - Magic Man.&lt;br /&gt;The Divinyls - I Touch Myself (Reserved soley for those very drunk nights.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is karaoke night. For the love of all things holy, lock me up. You'd be doing the crowd a real favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110270436375062494?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110270436375062494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110270436375062494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/12/karaoke-carry-oh-key.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Karaoke&lt;/strong&gt; - (Carry - Oh, Key).'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110262116469478410</id><published>2004-12-09T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T14:42:43.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snores and awards.</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. I toss and turn all night. I try to sleep on one side and something falls asleep (usually my arm or a butt cheek. yes, just one), but I never do. So I switch to the other side. Same thing. I turn on music, I turn off music. I turn on the TV, I turn off the TV. I count sheep, I count dirty spots on the ceiling. (What the hell is that, anyway?) If I fall asleep right now, I will get 4 hours of sleep. 3 hours. 2. 1. Time to get up. I've tried sleeping pills. But I do not like the thought of having to be medicated at night. What if the kids needed me? What if there was an emergency? What if someone called me for a booty call? Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What helps you fall asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BTW... there is a new arrival of blog awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogmechanics.com/bob/"&gt;BoB&lt;/a&gt;. Best of Blog awards. Found &lt;a href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.genuineblog.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://busymom.net/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I'm too lazy to tell you about it myself. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110262116469478410?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110262116469478410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110262116469478410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/12/snores-and-awards.html' title='Snores and awards.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110251807680170299</id><published>2004-12-08T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T10:01:16.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you fall down, I will laugh at you. </title><content type='html'>I find it amusing when people fall down. I'm not really sure why. Some sick, twised part of me is hoping it hurt just a little bit. I really don't know. But nothing makes me laugh harder than when I see someone fall down. Now, if it looks really painful or if it is a child doing the falling, it does not amuse me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to pay my sister to fall down. If we would go shopping together I would give her $20 before we left just so she would fall down in the store. And she always did it. We'd be strolling down the toilet paper aisle, and BOOM. She'd fall on her ass. And even though I knew that she was going to do it, it still made me laugh so hard that I almost peed in my pants. People would be staring. They probably thought I was sadistic. Here I am, lauging my ass off at this girl that just fell on her ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt fell last night. Right smack dab in the middle of a mud puddle. I held back my laughter until I made sure that she was okay. She was. But she wouldn't get out of the puddle. She looked right at me and said... "I'm not moving." We were in a friend's driveway about to go inside his house, and she falls in a mud puddle. After I had a good 20 minute laugh, I tried to coax her out of the mud puddle, but she wouldn't budge. She said no one was going to see her "all dirty". I told her to stop being a girl and get out of the puddle. She just sits there, indian style, in the puddle. That made me laugh even harder. When she finally did get out of the puddle, her keys were gone. They were still in the puddle. So, of course, I had to dig around in a mud puddle to find them. Guess that's what I get for laughing at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what makes you laugh harder than anything? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110251807680170299?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110251807680170299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110251807680170299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/12/if-you-fall-down-i-will-laugh-at-you.html' title='If you fall down, I will laugh at you. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110244934771677976</id><published>2004-12-07T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T14:55:47.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The eyes have it. </title><content type='html'>I have very sensitive eyes, and I wear contacts. Not a good combo. Every now and then my eyes (or eye, sometimes it's just one)will get infected. It twitches, it oozes, it burns. Haha. Sounds more like my nether regions. Well, not mine. You know what I mean. So yeah... where was I? My right eye is messing with me today. It feels like someone stuck a hot poker in it. And every few minutes a single, solitary tear will slide down my cheek. I tell people I have the pink eye and they better stay back. THE PINK EYE. Kinda like the funk, but not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time one of my eyes got seriously sensitive, I went to my eye doctor. He checked me out, called in a prescription, la la la. I went to the drug store. Ordered my teeny, tiny, little bottle of eye drops. $80. Eighty freaking dollars for a week's worth of eye juice. WTF? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I go hunting for my still half-full bottle of eyedrops from those many months ago. GONE. How hard is it gonna be to talk the doc, or the pharmacy dude into letting me have an $80 bottle of eyedrops free?... for Christmas, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110244934771677976?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110244934771677976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110244934771677976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/12/eyes-have-it.html' title='The eyes have it. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110234889505435483</id><published>2004-12-06T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:04:13.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think, therefore I blog.</title><content type='html'>Actually, I haven't done all that much blogging lately. Or thinking for that matter. I haven't had much to blog about. Or time to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about getting my own domain and installing MT. (But I don't have the patience or the time to learn how to install it.) Or even moving over to &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/"&gt;MSN Spaces&lt;/a&gt;. Blogger is just too difficult at times. So I don't even bother blogging half of the time. Only time will tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, it's always around this time of year that the lists start popping up. The best and worst of the year... yada yada yada. So why not join the fun. Here is my top 5 list of sayings that I hope to NEVER hear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;That&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt;. - (Please shut up already, Paris &amp; Nicole.)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;re&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; fired&lt;/strong&gt;. - (It's not fun anymore, Donald.)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Aldfsija&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;asidjasjas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&amp;*%#%#&lt;/strong&gt;. - (Lay off the crack, Anna Nicole.)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Anything that comes out of Ashlee Simpon&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;mouth&lt;/strong&gt;. ( Save that voice honey. Acid reflux is a killer. Or was it laryngitis? No wait, the band screwed up.)&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Git&lt;/strong&gt; '&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Done&lt;/strong&gt;. - (If I hear one more person use this line, I just might vomit in their pocket.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, what is your top 5? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110234889505435483?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110234889505435483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110234889505435483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-think-therefore-i-blog.html' title='I think, therefore I blog.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110210621215999327</id><published>2004-12-03T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T15:36:52.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In my heart.</title><content type='html'>My nephew is the strongest kid I have ever or will ever know. Everything little thing he does makes me smile. I will do everything that I can for him. It breaks my heart that he must live with disease. But it warms my heart to know that he does it everyday, and never gives up. Everyday he tries harder. Everyday he amazes me more and more. In the beginning, they told me he would never even sit up by himself. But he does so much more than that. He is my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece is 3. Most kids do not know how to react around my nephew, or any specila needs child for that matter. My niece is amazing. If my nephew tries to pull her hair or anything, she slowly moves his hand away from her and waits for his tantrum to be over. The she looks at him and says... "It'll be okay, brother." How can you not be amazed by the patience of this 3 year old? She, is also my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend, everyone. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110210621215999327?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110210621215999327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110210621215999327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/12/in-my-heart.html' title='In my heart.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110192736471047673</id><published>2004-12-02T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T13:31:01.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When you wish upon a star. </title><content type='html'>I found &lt;a href="http://bigorangemichael.blogspot.com/2004/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://bigorangemichael.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michael's&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step One&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Make a post to your weblog/journal. The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, big or small. The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you wish for real life things, make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines, or link to this post (it'll be public) so that the holiday joy will spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step Two&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Surf around your blogroll (or friend's blogrolls, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true&lt;/strong&gt;. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use--or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free--do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf--to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not--it's your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just...wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is my list&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.tivo.com/0.0.asp"&gt;TiVo&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. Peace, joy, and happiness for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. Anything from my Amazon &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/F5O84H9OIC44/104-9950385-4435107?"&gt;Wish List&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00000K3D4/qid=1102005872/sr=8-1/ref=pd_csp_1/104-9950385-4435107?v=glance&amp;s=dvd&amp;n=507846"&gt;Labyrinth DVD&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;. Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;. A white Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;. A vacation. For an entire week. ME TIME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt;. Someone to install and design a new MT blog for me.(I'm computer illiterate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that no one could possibly help me with over half of my wishes. But just sending happy thoughts my way helps. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110192736471047673?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110192736471047673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110192736471047673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/12/when-you-wish-upon-star.html' title='When you wish upon a star. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110183182022137396</id><published>2004-11-30T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T13:46:38.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am woman, hear me whine. </title><content type='html'>My father always wanted a son. Instead, he got me and my sister. When my older sister was born, he knew they would try again, for a boy. When my mother was pregnant with me, my father was so sure that I would be a boy. He even had a $1000 bet with his brother that he would get a son this second time around. Needless to say, he lost the $1000, and got me. What a consolation prize, eh? My parents never even went for the third time's a charm try. They quit after 2. Snip snip. So from an early age, I always wanted to be a boy. I would always play with older boys in the neighborhood. Trying to outdo them. Which led to many an injury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 4, I thought I could switch from a little Barbie banana seat bicycle, (training wheels newly removed) to the neighbor boy's 10 speed. I did fine for a few minutes. But once my speed began to increase going down a rather steep incline, I flew over the handlebars. The gash in my knee was quite massive. The neighbor boy carried me home. Mom screamed and was ready to take me to the hospital. Dad said I was tough and I could handle it. He then proceeded to wrap an entire roll of toilet paper around my knee. "There, now people will think you're really hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I turned 12 and my boobs started to grow, I decided I liked being a girl. And all my tomboy ways vanished. Until now. I'm sick of being a woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of shaving. My underarms, my legs, my nether regions. &lt;br /&gt;I am sick of cramps, bloating, fatigue, mood swings. Period.&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of ovaries.  &lt;br /&gt;I am sick of squatting. Let me pee standing up. Just once. &lt;br /&gt;I am sick of being labeled a slut. A whore. A ho. &lt;br /&gt;I am sick of hair products, make-up, clothes, and body image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go camping and leave my mark on a tree without having to straddle it. I want to belch, pass gas, and scratch myself all willy-nilly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not really. I just wanted to whine. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110183182022137396?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110183182022137396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110183182022137396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-woman-hear-me-whine.html' title='I am woman, hear me whine. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110131926945678446</id><published>2004-11-24T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T13:01:09.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't eat too much. </title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/happy_thanksgiving_text_md_clr.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110131926945678446?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110131926945678446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110131926945678446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/11/dont-eat-too-much.html' title='Don&apos;t eat too much. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110122120757631517</id><published>2004-11-23T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T11:25:03.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought.</title><content type='html'>Don't ya just love Thanksgiving? Well... don't ya just love food? On Thanksgiving Day, I am supposed to be at my Grandma's at noon. Spend a few hours there. Then I have to rush back home to cook Thanksgiving Dinner in time for the 7:30pm WVU - Pitt game. My menu still isn't complete. At one point my menu consisted of ham and 12 pies but my father thought that was a bit much. I'm so sorry I love pie. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is only 2 days away... now is as good a time as any to give thanks. The short version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;thankful&lt;/strong&gt; for my family. My friends. Music. Laughter. The sunshine. The ocean. Snow. Holiday cheer. Kindness. I am thankful for meeting such interesting and generous people through blogging. I am thankful for food. Mmm, food. I am thankful for having a friend such as &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;. I am thankful for all that there is and can be. I am thankful for all that I am and can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update my &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog &lt;/a&gt;momentarily. Because I doubt that I'll be online for the rest of this week. Happy Holidays to all that celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hokev.brinkster.net/quiz/default.asp?quiz=Better+Relationship&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;20 Questions to a Better Relationship&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eXpressive: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;Practical: 3/10&lt;br /&gt;Physical: 9/10&lt;br /&gt;Giver: 4/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a XSYG--Expressive Sentimental Physical Giver. This makes you a &lt;strong&gt;Sex Bomb&lt;/strong&gt;.You are sexy sex sex sex! The sexness! You are the sexiest, hottest and most charismatic of all types. You are a captivating speaker and a great dinner date -- relaxed, self-effacing, charming and generous. Your type probably has origins in something sad -- trying to keep the peace in a tough family situation, or an early heartbreak -- and you'll probably want to address and resolve that at some point, but in your relationships that heartache is pure gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lie effortlessly -- not necessarily a bad thing. You can have problems with fidelity. You need frequent praise and validation, and in seeking it you can make decisions that aren't consistent with your general good judgment. In other words, don't cheat on your significant other just because someone is paying attention to you. You strongly dislike conflict, and will avoid it. Like an XPYG, you give so much of yourself to your partner that you feel dismissed and unappreciated if you don't get the same in return. But you internalize your feelings more and have a hard time getting over them. You don't *want* to cheat -- you just keep finding yourself in vulnerable situations. But you'll stay with your partner in the long run from guilt and a desire to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sex life will always be hot. You are one of the rare people who can keep the fires of passion going forever -- if you find a good match. Find another XSYG and you will never need (or want) anyone else again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the 158171 people who have taken this quiz, &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; % are this type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found at &lt;a href="http://bigorangemichael.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michael's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110122120757631517?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110122120757631517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110122120757631517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/11/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110087743209945503</id><published>2004-11-19T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T10:17:12.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The thief in me. </title><content type='html'>(&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;recommend to me&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. a movie&lt;br /&gt;2. a book&lt;br /&gt;3. a musical artist, song, or album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;) I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;) Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything &amp; say that you stole it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this from &lt;a href="http://bigorangemichael.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=1988"&gt;"What does your birth month reveal about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;October&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110087743209945503?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110087743209945503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110087743209945503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/11/thief-in-me.html' title='The thief in me. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110081124734007236</id><published>2004-11-18T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T19:03:30.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You still have a lot to learn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Things about me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Random Things about me&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10)&lt;/strong&gt;I still think I'm a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9)&lt;/strong&gt; I watch too much MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8)&lt;/strong&gt; I dye my hair almost every 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7)&lt;/strong&gt; I can eat an entire &lt;a href="http://cheesecake.com/"&gt;cheesecake&lt;/a&gt; by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; I am 1/2 German, 1/4 Irish, and 1/4 Cherokee Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; My name is Misty Dawn. I've hated it since I was little and wanted to change it to Monica Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Cookie, trouble, and 15 are three of my many nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; College football severely stresses me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; I laugh too loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; I would try out for American Idol if I had the time. I really would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 People I heart a lot:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9)&lt;/strong&gt; My ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8)&lt;/strong&gt; My father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7)&lt;/strong&gt; My mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; My nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; My niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; My aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Vin Diesel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Shwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; My blogging community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things to do before I die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8)&lt;/strong&gt; Travel, extensively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7)&lt;/strong&gt; Learn to play an instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; Hot air balloon ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; Sky dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Bungee jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Take care of my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Be truely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Eat lots of &lt;a href="http://cheesecake.com/"&gt;cheesecake&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 ways to win my heart:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7)&lt;/strong&gt; Feed me. ( Seriously, I like to eat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; Be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; Be compassionate. ( I have mood swings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Look good. ( Looks aren't everything, but they are something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Have a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Know what you want. (And tell me what it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Be passionate. (If I don't feel something when we kiss, it ain't happening.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Things I believe in:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; The power of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; The power of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Learning &amp; Teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Helping out others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; My father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; My mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I fear:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; Failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Hurting others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Losing control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Hating the way that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 favorite things in my bedroom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; My bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; My clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; My computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; My stereo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I do everyday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 things I'm trying not to do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Procrastinate. (Ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 person I want to strangle:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; My sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current clothing&lt;/strong&gt;: Jeans, &lt;a href="http://www.ae.com/AE_ProductPage.process?RestartFlow=t&amp;amp;Merchant_Id=1&amp;Gender=Womens&amp;amp;Section_Id=595&amp;Product_Id=8308131&amp;amp;CatalogFlag=FloorSet&amp;Section_Title=Hoodies&amp;amp;FromPage=Feature&amp;ColorString=0372_6263_691"&gt;pink hoodie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current mood&lt;/strong&gt;: Giggly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current taste&lt;/strong&gt;: Dr. Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current hair&lt;/strong&gt;: Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current annoyance&lt;/strong&gt;: Cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current smell&lt;/strong&gt;: Honeysuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current thing you ought to be doing&lt;/strong&gt;: Cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current jewelry&lt;/strong&gt;: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current book&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0451169530/104-8775630-0167157?v=glance"&gt;The Stand&lt;/a&gt;, again. I love &lt;a href="http://www.stephenking.com/index_flash.php"&gt;Stephen King&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current refreshment&lt;/strong&gt;: Dr. Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current worry&lt;/strong&gt;: My grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current crush&lt;/strong&gt;: Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current favorite celebrity&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001557/"&gt;Viggo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current longing&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://cheesecake.com/"&gt;Cheesecake&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current music&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.billyidol.com/"&gt;Billy Idol&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current wish&lt;/strong&gt;: If I tell, it won't come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current lyric in your head&lt;/strong&gt;: I spend so much time believing all the lies. To keep the dream alive. Now it makes me sad. It makes me mad at truth. - &lt;strong&gt;Billy Idol&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Eyes Without A Face&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current makeup&lt;/strong&gt; (if you're a girl!): None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current undergarments&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm wearing my favorite&lt;a href="http://www.irissilks.com/04images/10-04/HLT2-Lac.jpg"&gt; purple panties&lt;/a&gt;. No bra. Shuddup. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current regret&lt;/strong&gt;: None. Why regret? You can't change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current desktop picture&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.jaimebees.com/feel_my_touch_wp_crh_1024x768.jpg"&gt;Spike&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current plans for tonight/weekend&lt;/strong&gt;: Last weekend with Shwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current cuss word du jour&lt;/strong&gt;: Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current disappointment&lt;/strong&gt;: Still don't have a &lt;a href="http://cheesecake.com/"&gt;cheesecake&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current amusement&lt;/strong&gt;: Halee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current IM/person you're talking to&lt;/strong&gt;: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current love&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://cheesecake.com/"&gt;CHEESECAKE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current obsession&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh. &lt;a href="http://cheesecake.com/"&gt;Cheesecake&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current avoidance&lt;/strong&gt;: Problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current thing or things on your wall&lt;/strong&gt;: Not much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current favorite book&lt;/strong&gt;: Too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current favorite movie&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-url/index=dvd&amp;amp;field-keywords=lord%20of%20the%20rings%20trilogy&amp;results-process=default&amp;amp;dispatch=search/ref=pd_sl_aw_tops-1_dvd_5034381_2/104-8775630-0167157"&gt;LOTR Trilogy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110081124734007236?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110081124734007236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110081124734007236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-still-have-lot-to-learn.html' title='You still have a lot to learn.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110070614924553156</id><published>2004-11-17T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T11:41:56.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings, quizzes, and a messed up schedule. </title><content type='html'>. I was supposed to be in Kentucky today. (Shriner's Hospital) My nephew had an appointment. Just a check-up really. But my mother was not able to watch my niece while I was away because her dad was admitted to the hospital last night. They're not exactly sure what is wrong with him just yet, but I'm hoping it isn't too serious. Everything is being rescheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. My stomach feels bruised, like someone punched me. That's annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. My niece keeps calling me Madame Poopski. (I do not know why.) That's too cute to be annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'm craving cheesecake and I want to go shopping. Cherry cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I wish I had more time, I have about 20 songs in my head I want to download. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I am gonna update my &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt;. And do too many quizzes. Have a nice day, everyone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Quizzes stolen from &lt;a href="http://2littlemonkeys.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Lori&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thesecondtimearound.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="DHedie" src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/gerigrrl/1097976732_uresDHedie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You are Edie Britt, the serial&lt;br /&gt;divorcee whose romantic conquests have everyone&lt;br /&gt;buzzing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/gerigrrl/quizzes/Which%20Desperate%20Housewife%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Which Desperate Housewife are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Funny, considering the &lt;a href="http://aolsvc.news.aol.com/special1/article.adp?id=20041116155409990002"&gt;Monday Night Football Debacle&lt;/a&gt;. And... I've never seen the show. But I did see the segment aired continually on the news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;You are &lt;b&gt;80&lt;/b&gt;% Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/scorpio.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/astrologyquizzes.html"&gt;How much do you match your zodiac sign?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD STYLE="padding:5px; font-family:Verdana; font-size:x-small; border:solid #880000 1px; color:#880000; background-color:#ffbbbb;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;terza rima&lt;/b&gt;, and I talk and smile.&lt;br&gt;Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away&lt;br&gt;I let mine out, and chatter all the while.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day&lt;br&gt;Is any day that's spent without a friend,&lt;br&gt;With nothing much to do or hear or say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I like to be with people, and depend&lt;br&gt;On company for being entertained;&lt;br&gt;Which seems a good solution, in the end.&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;A HREF="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/poeticform.pl"&gt;What Poetry Form Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&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/6686968-110070614924553156?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110070614924553156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110070614924553156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/11/cravings-quizzes-and-messed-up.html' title='Cravings, quizzes, and a messed up schedule. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110055245661757608</id><published>2004-11-15T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T16:00:56.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme a break, would ya?</title><content type='html'>. I changed the look of my blog a bit. Just made the posts easier to read. Now half of my sidebar items have disappeared. Oy vey. Oh well. Not gonna worry about it today. Another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I updated my &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog &lt;/a&gt;as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Have a nice evening y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110055245661757608?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110055245661757608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110055245661757608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/11/gimme-break-would-ya.html' title='Gimme a break, would ya?'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110018084843311568</id><published>2004-11-11T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T13:00:42.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitchy. Sarcastic. Tired. But still Humorous. </title><content type='html'>. I'm tired all the time. Whenever I get a break from the kids, I am lounging in a bed, on the couch. Anywhere that is comfortable. My stomach hurts all the time. Kinda crampy, kinda nauseating. I cry all the time. Mostly watching TV. Even 'The Waterboy' makes me cry. I can't drink alcohol. After 3 drinks, I'm sick as all hell and need to sleep. I haven't been out in a month. I want to physically harm someone. I want to hit something or someone until I can no longer move. If I didn't know better, I'd think I was pregnant(or I'm in need of a very good shrink). Which is certainly possible, just not likely. It's more along the lines of "shouldn't", not "can't". Yeah... I know. I will get it checked out. Just not right away. No news is good news, mmhmm? I still think I need the shrink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I tried to dye my hair a dark brown. It turned more like a coal black. My niece wants to know why I have 'beautiful witch hair'. Funny. It'll be blonde again in a week. I'm lucky I still have hair. So many products, so little time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. WVU lost again, which may have ended our chances for the Big East title. And the Sugar or Fiesta Bowl. I broke many things watching that game. Must move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Shwa will be gone in a week and a half. I miss him already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I was so frustrated the other night, I actually looked up at the sky and screamed... "I just need a little help. RIGHT NOW, I NEED A LITTLE HELP." It started raining. Guess he thought I was dirty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I think I'll make pepperoni rolls tonight, and immerse myself in bad MTV reality shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Things will get better, things do get better. But if you don't keep that sense of humor, you will become a serial killer. - Advice from a friend. How sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110018084843311568?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110018084843311568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110018084843311568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/11/bitchy-sarcastic-tired-but-still.html' title='Bitchy. Sarcastic. Tired. But still Humorous. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-110011419014051268</id><published>2004-11-10T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:24:38.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep to dream. Dream to sleep. </title><content type='html'>. Yes, yes. I've been oh so busy. Kids. Upcoming holidays. Family. Drama. Kids. Cleaning. Kids. Never. Have. Enough. Sleep. Kids. I thought about taking a break from blogging, but I'll ponder on the idea for a bit more. I updated &lt;a href="http://theaterthursday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Theater Thursday&lt;/a&gt;, but didn't send out the notify because I lost my list and &lt;a href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Barry&lt;/a&gt; is out of town. Oops. Sorry about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. You can still&lt;a href="http://www.freeiPods.com/?r=11505796"&gt; help me get an iPod&lt;/a&gt;.(Only available to U.S. residents.)I know some people say it is a scam or they are skeptical, but 2 of my friends have already received their iPods. So, I'm still begging for 5 people to sign up. I think I have 3. So...Please, please, please. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. My best male friend is moving. Shwa got a better job opportunity so he will be moving in a week. We're having a going away party Friday. I am very blue about it, but I respect his decision. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'm hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. My niece has been astounding me with the things that come out of her mouth lately. Here are just 2 of the things she has said over the last 2 weeks. (I'm lazy.)And... she's 3, folks. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     My mom smelled something nasty and said... "gag me with a spoon." My niece      &lt;br /&gt;     responded with..."Gag me with a fork."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     My Aunt wasn't feeling well, so my niece asks her what she needs. My Aunt &lt;br /&gt;     says, "a brain." My niece responds with... "Papa's brain is in his butt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Anyways... that's all I've got for today. I'll update both blogs tomorrow if I get the chance. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-110011419014051268?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110011419014051268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/110011419014051268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/11/sleep-to-dream-dream-to-sleep.html' title='Sleep to dream. Dream to sleep. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109966830697049107</id><published>2004-11-05T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T10:51:33.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, please, please. &amp; ass. </title><content type='html'>. I want an iPod. And I can get a free one if 5 people would just sign up and complete one offer with me as a referral. Then you can get 5 people and you can get a free one. C'mon, help me out. Money is tight ya'know. Having had to take in 2 kids. So please, please, please, click &lt;a href="http://www.freeiPods.com/?r=11505796"&gt;this link &lt;/a&gt;and help me get an iPod. I'll give ya lots of link love, and comment love, and and and... any other kind of love I can give ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad seeing a grown woman beg, ain't it? Well, grown isn't exactly the appropriate term, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey- &lt;br /&gt;Check out this great site that is giving away totally free iPods! I've joined and I think you should as well. It's a completely legitimate offer, and this company has already given away $4 million in free stuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is join, complete and online offer, and refer friends to do the same. That's it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my referral link. To help me get my iPod, click this exact link to join, or copy and paste it into a browser: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.freeiPods.com/?r=11505796 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gotta be that link, or the highlighted one up there or I won't get credited for a referral. Thanks much. AND... &lt;strong&gt;it's only available to U.S. residents&lt;/strong&gt;. I am sorry that I failed to mention that before I updated this. That really sucks for my international readers, like &lt;a href="http://palmera.blogspot.com"&gt;Daphne&lt;/a&gt;. But thanks for trying. You're a sweetheart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And just to let ya know I didn't post an entire entry just to get free stuff... I'll add some ass. Yeah... ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about &lt;strong&gt;ass&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're either covering your &lt;strong&gt;ass&lt;/strong&gt;. Laughing your &lt;strong&gt;ass&lt;/strong&gt; off. Kicking &lt;strong&gt;ass&lt;/strong&gt;. Kissing &lt;strong&gt;ass&lt;/strong&gt;. Busting your &lt;strong&gt;ass&lt;/strong&gt;. Trying to get a piece of &lt;strong&gt;ass&lt;/strong&gt;. Or behaving like an &lt;strong&gt;ass&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. That last one would be me. But still, help a sister out. Have a great weekend, y'all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109966830697049107?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109966830697049107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109966830697049107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/11/please-please-please-ass.html' title='Please, please, please. &amp; ass. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109958703329632438</id><published>2004-11-04T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T15:02:37.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a teenager living inside of me. </title><content type='html'>. No, I'm not unnaturally pregnant. I still think I'm 16. I really do. I act like a teenager. I talk like a teenager. So for the last week, when I have free time to get on the internet, I have been surfing Seventeen magazine's &lt;a href="http://seventeen.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. They have over 50 quizzes that tell you all about your style, personality, friends, etc. And of course, I did over half of them. This, my friends, is what I've learned about my teenage self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I went to the prom with a celebrity, it would be with &lt;strong&gt;Heath Ledger&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am&lt;strong&gt; periodically perceptive&lt;/strong&gt; when it comes to menstruation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My future career will be in &lt;strong&gt;Journalism&lt;/strong&gt;. (Which is quite interesting, considering that that has been my major for the last 2 years. Yet I've decided to change it when I go back in the Spring, having recently taken a semester off for personal reasons.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My bra personality is &lt;strong&gt;sporty&lt;/strong&gt;. (Yes, my bra personality.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I was a character from the WB, I would be &lt;strong&gt;Lana Lang&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;a href="www.thewb.com/Shows/Show/0,7353,126,00.html?"&gt;Smallville&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am a &lt;strong&gt;gold star friend&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My result on the "Are You Hot"? quiz was... &lt;strong&gt;Feeling The Heat&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When it comes to my knowledge of boys and their bodies and minds, I am a &lt;strong&gt;Master of the Male Species&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The reality show that is most like my life is &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/onair/dyn/realworld-season15/series.jhtml"&gt;The Real World: Philadelphia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Am I a Free Spirit? &lt;strong&gt;I'm Like A Bird&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The celebrities whose style most resemble mine... &lt;strong&gt;Drew Barrymore &amp;amp; Kirsten Dunst. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love and hate&lt;/strong&gt; my body. Yes, it is a love/hate relationship. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;Swimming in the Shallow End&lt;/strong&gt; when it comes to the importance of looks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My theme song should be Pink's "&lt;strong&gt;GOD is a DJ&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The signal I send to guys : "&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Unapproachable&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I should always wear &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; eyeshadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Wasn't that fun? Mmhmm. And with magazine articles in mind... &lt;a href="http://thesecondtimearound.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandie&lt;/a&gt; posted a funny entry about the strange things men do for an orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Now for &lt;a href="http://theaterthursday.blogspot.com"&gt;Theater Thursday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Week 24&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;The Classics&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own idea of what a classic movie is. Most would put films such as &lt;strong&gt;The Wizard Of Oz&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Casablanca&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;The Godfather &lt;/strong&gt;on the classics list. We want to know what you think. So this week, there is just one question. What is classic to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us your list of YOUR top 10 "classic" films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In no particular order and not exactly 10.)&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Wizard of Oz&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Little Mermaid&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Stand By Me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Shawshank Redemption&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Star Wars Trilogy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Lord of the Rings Trilogy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Dirty Dancing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Cat on a Hot Tin Roof&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Jaws&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;The Usual Suspects&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Princess Bride&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;The Stand&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Dazed and Confused&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109958703329632438?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109958703329632438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109958703329632438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-have-teenager-living-inside-of-me.html' title='I have a teenager living inside of me. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109949485057675949</id><published>2004-11-03T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:10:44.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The masses are asses. </title><content type='html'>. First of all, the first and final thing I'm going to say about the election is... I hope the next 4 years are better than the last 4. Well, besides the title of my entry. Which wasn't meant to be rude. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I updated my &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt;. It's quite graphic. You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Somebody left a bizarre little message on my shout box which has been deleted. Simply put, the message said... "stick it in my ass." What exactly would you like stuck in your bum? A shoe, a bat, a rectal thermometer? Anyway, I have your IP address. Let's play nice from now on, k? And I hope you have any and all rectal issues sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Yeah. I've been in a pretty foul mood for the past week. Sorry if my posts have been a bit angry. I'm just venting. It's healthy, no? But I'm starting to feel better. Alert the press. Now I'm gonna do a meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I stole this meme from &lt;a href="http://dark-beauty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Tay&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frankenstein Project &lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Randomness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;cut and paste the following on to your blog and fill in the blanks with your songs&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Simple isn&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;t &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A song with &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;in the title &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"My Girl" - The Temptations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A song that puts you to sleep&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;"End of the Road - Boyz II Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name a political song that you actually like &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Peace in Our Time" - Elvis Costello and the Attractions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pick a random song from your favorite band &lt;/strong&gt;( Pick one if you have many.) :&lt;br /&gt;"Numb" - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A party song &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah" - Usher/Lil Jon/Ludacris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A dream&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;like song &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"I Can't Make You Love Me" - Bonnie Raitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name a song with &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Friend&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;in the title &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Ballad For A Friend" - Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name a great cover song &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Behind Blue Eyes" - The Who (Limp Bizkit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name a song you hate right now &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Save a Horse, Ride A Cowboy" - Big &amp;amp; Rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite new song &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Cold" - Crossfade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name a song that reminds you of high school &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Close To You" - Maxi Priest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name a song that reminds you of dying&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;death&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;"One More Day" - Diamond Rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name a song that makes you cry every time you hear it &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"My Immortal" - Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song that makes me giggle like a school girl &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"I Touch Myself" - The Divinyls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pick the song you sing in the shower &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Try A Little Tenderness" - Otis Redding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite X&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Mas Song&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Christmas in Prison" - John Prine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song from the last record you bought &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Faint" - Linkin Park (I don't buy, I burn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sexiest song ever written &lt;/strong&gt;: (I have 2)&lt;br /&gt;"Wicked Game" - Chris Isaak&lt;br /&gt;"You Can Leave Your Hat On" - Joe Cocker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song that you discovered from film &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"This Year's Love" - David Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song that describes your current mood &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Cold" - Crossfade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name a song that would be on the soundtrack of your life &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Here For The Party" - Gretchen Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song that describes your blog vibe &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Perfection Not Required" - Clarks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recommend a song to your readers&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;"The Weakness In Me" - Joan Armatrading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A song from an artist that otherwise don&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;t &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;but like this one song&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;"Songs About Rain" - Gary Allan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109949485057675949?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109949485057675949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109949485057675949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/11/masses-are-asses.html' title='The masses are asses. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109931885073494798</id><published>2004-11-01T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T15:40:55.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That should about do it. </title><content type='html'>. It really is November already, huh? My dad's birthday is November 7th. He'll be 52. What could I possibly buy for him? I hate gift shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Election day is tomorrow. Thank goodness it's almost over. Don't forget to vote. And then... let us never discuss it again. Heh. We can only hope it's not a repeat of 4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;a href="http://dark-beauty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Tay&lt;/a&gt; had the idea of listing our turn ons/offs for all the &lt;a href="http://blogexplosion.com/"&gt;BlogExplosion&lt;/a&gt; folks. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turn Ons &amp; Offs  &lt;/strong&gt;- All in one condensed (steaming) pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;MUSIC. I love music. Any and all music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;HUMOR. I love to laugh. Make me laugh and you've got me forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;LIFE. I want to hear about your life. Not about what you think about other's lives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;DRAMA. Reading about other's drama can be intersting. I just don't want any.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;QUIZZES, MEMES, TESTS. Yes, I get bored sometimes, and I will do these when I feel the need.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIGHT. I like to be able to see the blog I am reading.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;KEEP IT TO YOURSELF. It's fine if you want to tell me who it is that you voted for, but do not try to shove your political views down my throat. I'm really not that interested. Same goes for religion. I respect your opinion, THE FIRST TIME.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;KISS. Keep it simple stupid. I do not need an 8000 word diatribe on the pleasantries of milking a cow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;HELP&amp;DESIGN. I love new layouts. I love looking at all the beautiful layouts. Yet, I am computer illiterate. So anyone that would just love to make me a new layout and do all the work by yourself with nothing but a thank you and a link back from me... YOU ARE THE ONE I AM LOOKING FOR. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I cannot wait for Thanksgiving. I want a real excuse to pig out. And Christmas. I don't want any gifts. Just bring on the ham and pies. (I'm very hungry right now.) I want to bake cookies and pies, turkey and ham. I want noodles, and rolls. Mashed potatoes and gravy. Green beans. I'll pass on the stuffing, yams, and cranberry crap. I better go eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109931885073494798?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109931885073494798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109931885073494798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/11/that-should-about-do-it.html' title='That should about do it. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109906428193324210</id><published>2004-10-29T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T12:34:38.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween. </title><content type='html'>. I'm bored. Way too many hours until I get to go out. So I was playing with the presidential candidate's &lt;a href="http://www.warpfun.com/"&gt;faces&lt;/a&gt;. What else am I gonna do? Actually make an informed decision about who to vote for based on their detailed plans on how to run the country? Not. The winner will be who's chin can stretch in the funniest manner. Heh. I like to giggle. Contorting is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Now I'm off to braid my hair like a 12 year old girl, bake Halloween cookies with the kids, and listen to 80's music entirely too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Have a great weekend, everyone. Happy Halloween. Don't forget to set your clocks back. Yay for an extra hour of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/halloween.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109906428193324210?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109906428193324210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109906428193324210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109899334412384712</id><published>2004-10-28T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T15:57:30.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Theater Thursday. </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theaterthursday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Week 23 - Scary movies&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's that scary time of year again. Halloween. With that in mind&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;What's your favorite scary movie&lt;/strong&gt;? Hmm. That's hard. I guess it would be... &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094886/"&gt;Clownhouse&lt;/a&gt;. It's a bit corny now, but when I first saw it as a kid, it literally made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Are you more into the lame scary movies that make you laugh, or the straight up &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;scare the bejesus out of you&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;scary movies&lt;/strong&gt;? Both, really. But if I have to choose, I wanna be scared. Realllllly scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Scary movies&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;best viewed alone&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;Or with a crowd&lt;/strong&gt;? It is fun with a crowd. But the majority of the time, I love watching scary movies alone. It ups the fear factor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONUS) &lt;strong&gt;You've parked your behind on the couch for a marathon of scary movies. What 5 scary movies are on your list&lt;/strong&gt;?  Soooo many. It'll be hard to stop at 5.  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094886/"&gt;Clownhouse&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0070047/"&gt;Exorcist&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0103919/"&gt;Candyman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="us.imdb.com/Title?0073195"&gt;Jaws&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0079714/"&gt;Phantasm&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109899334412384712?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109899334412384712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109899334412384712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/10/theater-thursday.html' title='Theater Thursday. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109880202887646218</id><published>2004-10-26T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T10:47:08.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spilling my guts to the world. Or at least the internet. </title><content type='html'>. Enough with the depressing posts already, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I can't help it. I've just had one really shitty year. And I honestly can't wait for it to be over. First, my sister takes off and abandons her children. So I step up for the 3rd time and I take responsibility for kids that aren't mine. All the while, putting up with the drama of my parents getting divorced after 30 years of marriage. Add to the mix, all the drama from not knowing what to do about my relationship with my ex-fiance. Can we not make it work? Can we make it work? Having to take a semester off from school when I'm still so confused about which way my education is going. Dealing with the illness of my nephew. Then something else and something else, and something else. Leading to another forgotten birthday because there is always something more important. Trying to keep smiling. Trying to never lose hope. Trying to keep going when all I want to do is give up. Praying for guidance, for direction, for help. Waiting for answers that never come. Being so sad on the inside and trying not to let it show on the outside. I'm tired of hiding it. I am sad, I am depressed. Using sex and booze as an escape. Alienating the one person that never lets me down. The one person that gets me, the one person that will always be there and will remember my birthday. The person that I have to let go. Because he deserves better. Because I've put him through enough. Because he deserves to get on with his life. Because it's the right thing to do. Because, because, because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Change has got to start sometime. Might as well be today. Here's hoping for ... brighter posts. Brighter days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109880202887646218?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109880202887646218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109880202887646218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/10/spilling-my-guts-to-world-or-at-least.html' title='Spilling my guts to the world. Or at least the internet. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109871618658835628</id><published>2004-10-25T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T17:29:01.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always something. </title><content type='html'>. Updated my &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I had a very crappy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'm still sick. It's the neverending sickness that will eventually kill me. I'm telling ya, it's Scarlet Fever, man. Ok, it's not... but dude. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Friday, someone stole my mother's car. It was recovered, but it was totalled. Her purse was tossed out the window somewhere within a 10 mile radius of her home. We still can't find it. They did nab the car thiefs, but they are already out on bond and won't tell where they tossed the purse exactly. My mom's insurance may not pay for a new vehicle because the nutty lady left her keys in the car. She's been crying since Friday... so my birthday wasn't exactly remembered. I mean... I can't blame her... but yeah. Sucks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. So, I pretty much didn't go out. Just tried to help mom. And kept the kids since she really didn't feel like babysitting for me. Who would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. My ex wants to start dating another girl. That bothers me. I know, it's been 3 years. Is it 4 already? And I am the biggest ho on earth. I do what I want. If he wants to date it shouldn't bother me. But it does. He's the only man I have ever loved. But I don't want to be tied down. I still love him. I do. But I'm so scared of going backwards. What if we can't make it work? I can't break his heart all over again. But when I'm with him, we make each other miserable. Yet... I cannot live without him. But if I don't make a decision now... I'll never have another chance to be with him. I'm so selfish, undecisive, confused... I just need a little help. Right now... I just need a little freaking help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109871618658835628?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109871618658835628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109871618658835628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-always-something.html' title='It&apos;s always something. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109845380841475723</id><published>2004-10-22T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T10:03:28.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna party like it's my birthday. </title><content type='html'>. I'm feeling better, I guess. I still have a nasty cough and my chest is congested. But it's&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; weekend, so I'll just have to suffer through it. Yeah, my birthday is Sunday. Leave me lots of weekend love.  Have a good one, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://fridaysfeast.blogspot.com/"&gt;Friday's Feast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appetizer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things that you are wearing today. - &lt;em&gt;Gray pj pants, red tank top, my watch&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you hugged? - &lt;em&gt;Halee&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like to order from your favorite fast food place? -&lt;em&gt; Milkshake &amp; fries&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Course&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time of day do you usually feel most energized? - &lt;em&gt;10pm to 4am. I love the night life, I like to boogie&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Using the letters in your first name, write a sentence. (Example: &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;weet &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt;nusual &lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;paniels &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;re &lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;ice.)  - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;aybe&lt;strong&gt; I s&lt;/strong&gt;hould &lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;ame &lt;strong&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt;ou&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109845380841475723?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109845380841475723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109845380841475723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/10/gonna-party-like-its-my-birthday.html' title='Gonna party like it&apos;s my birthday. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109837395882065874</id><published>2004-10-21T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T11:52:38.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lather, Rinse, Regurgitate. </title><content type='html'>. I feel better. Not much. But hey, it's something. I'm just so tired. I cannot sleep because I cough all night, so I finally fall asleep at 7 am and then Halee wakes up. Oy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. WVU plays Syracuse tonight. Maybe I'll watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'm not a huge baseball fan. But the BoSox pulled me in. That was an awesome comeback. (What else am I gonna do but watch TV?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I love Halloween. My favorite holiday. The cartoons. The movies. The candy. The decorations. The costumes. LOVE IT. Halee is gonna be a witch. Zack is a vampire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. My birthday is in 3 days. Most people do not get excited about their birthday once they're past the 21 mark, but I do. I love my birthday. LOVE IT. (I know, shut up already. If I'm so sick, how can I be so damn chipper, right? I'm sickening.) Anyways... I'm not saying exactly how old I am going to be. I'm sure most of you know. But yeah, I'm over 21. And under 30. I have plans Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. But if I'm still sick and cannot go out, I will cry. It's my party and I'll cry if I want to. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'll probably update my &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt; again today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109837395882065874?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109837395882065874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109837395882065874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/10/lather-rinse-regurgitate.html' title='Lather, Rinse, Regurgitate. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109818893959914571</id><published>2004-10-19T08:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T08:58:54.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with the sickness.</title><content type='html'>. I'm still sick. Sick as all hell. I'm surprised I can sit here for more than 20 minutes without falling over. I hate the flu. Damn you, flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. WVU won. Yeah. Beat UConn 31-19. Another ugly win. But a win is a win, no? We are now 5-1. We play Syracuse Thursday night on ESPN. I'm not excited anymore. I'm not anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I really don't think my sickness will go away anytime soon. I went out Friday night with a friend and she had to take me home an hour later. BECAUSE I was sick. That has to be the first time in 3 years that I was home by 11 on a Friday night. So yeah, you know I'm sick. The reason it sucks... My birthday is in 5 days. Had big plans for the upcoming weekend. And the flu shows no signs of letting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Anyway... I am alive. Just very sick. I'll update this later.  I updated my &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt;. My pc is fixed. I just don't wanna fall over. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109818893959914571?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109818893959914571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109818893959914571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/10/down-with-sickness.html' title='Down with the sickness.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109777989857540386</id><published>2004-10-14T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T23:52:49.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream of Cali - fornication.</title><content type='html'>. I updated my &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I have the flu. First one of the season. My head feels like it's going to explode. Poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. While shopping at the grocery store I was perusing the magazine rack. One of the headlines I stumbled across was... 'Martha Stewart: Going from Heaven to Hell'. Ehhhh, just because they sent her to a jail in West Virginia. Gimme a break. The jail is nicknamed Cupcake Camp because it is more like a resort than a damn jail. People piss me off. (I may be cranky when I'm ill.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. My computer is still broken. Well, I think it is. I haven't even called about it. I'm too sick to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Found at &lt;a href="http://palmera.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daphne's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 THINGS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 THINGS YOU'RE WEARING RIGHT NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] red Sean John tshirt&lt;br /&gt;[2] black sweats&lt;br /&gt;[3] ponytail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 THINGS ON YOUR DESK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] printer&lt;br /&gt;[2] lamp&lt;br /&gt;[3] mousepad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] figure out what I want&lt;br /&gt;[2] travel&lt;br /&gt;[3] hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 THINGS THAT SCARE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] losing a loved one&lt;br /&gt;[2] being alone&lt;br /&gt;[3] love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 THINGS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] my sister&lt;br /&gt;[2] ignorance&lt;br /&gt;[3] hatred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 THINGS YOU'D LIKE TO LEARN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] patience&lt;br /&gt;[2] play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;[3] surfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 BAD THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] impatient&lt;br /&gt;[2] lazy&lt;br /&gt;[3] self-involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] baldness&lt;br /&gt;[2] alcoholism&lt;br /&gt;[3] heart disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOUR BODY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] My eyes&lt;br /&gt;[2] My lips&lt;br /&gt;[3] My ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 THINGS MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I sing&lt;br /&gt;[2] I was engaged once&lt;br /&gt;[3] I love to be scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 THINGS YOU SAY THE MOST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] dude&lt;br /&gt;[2] oh-my-god&lt;br /&gt;[3] craaazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 PLACES YOU WANT TO GO TO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] california&lt;br /&gt;[2] new zealand&lt;br /&gt;[3] australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 NAMES YOU GO BY&lt;/strong&gt; aside from Misty&lt;br /&gt;[1] trouble&lt;br /&gt;[2] dawn&lt;br /&gt;[3] mist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 WAYS TO PISS YOU OFF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] ignorance&lt;br /&gt;[2] calling me Mis or Missy&lt;br /&gt;[3] telling me what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 PEOPLE YOU WANT TO MEET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Willie Nelson&lt;br /&gt;[2] Vin Diesel&lt;br /&gt;[3] John Prine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 WAYS TO MAKE YOU SMILE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] anything that Halee &amp; Zack do. Well, almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;[2] give me money&lt;br /&gt;[3] going out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 THINGS THAT MAKE YOU CRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] halee &amp;amp; zack&lt;br /&gt;[2] situations&lt;br /&gt;[3] sad movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 PEOPLE YOU RESPECT A LOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] my parents&lt;br /&gt;[2] my aunt&lt;br /&gt;[3] my ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109777989857540386?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109777989857540386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109777989857540386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/10/dream-of-cali-fornication.html' title='Dream of Cali - fornication.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109759374083083931</id><published>2004-10-12T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T11:09:00.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not feeling it. </title><content type='html'>. I'm posting from a friend's house. My computer is being fixed. I'm not sure what's wrong with it, I just know it isn't good. I'll get pictures to the ones that requested them by tomorrow. If I can find one on her computer. I'm her friend, you think she'd have a picture of me. Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Not much going on. Same as last week. The &lt;a href="http://www.msnsportsnet.com/ "&gt;WVU &lt;/a&gt;game is tomorrow. We play &lt;a href="http://www.uconnhuskies.com/sports/MFootball/"&gt;UConn&lt;/a&gt;. I'm just not into it this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Ehhhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109759374083083931?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109759374083083931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109759374083083931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/10/not-feeling-it.html' title='Not feeling it. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109726135253301905</id><published>2004-10-08T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T14:49:12.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your party shoes on. </title><content type='html'>. It's the weekend, yo. No substantial update, just a meme and a quiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridaysfeast.blogspot.com/"&gt;Friday's Feast&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appetizer&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your plans for the upcoming weekend&lt;/strong&gt;? Going out with friends to see a local DJ tonight. Tomorrow night, to see a local band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the telephone&lt;/strong&gt;? My father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name a hobby that you've tried but eventually gave up for some reason&lt;/strong&gt;. Softball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Course&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the most important personality quality in a mate&lt;/strong&gt;? Compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the sky blue (be creative with your answer)? It's blueberry cotton candy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found at &lt;a href="http://www.prettypurpleprincess.net/"&gt;Dana's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:18px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am a hybrid of: &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.cookingtohookup.com/girls/party.php' target='_blank'&gt;Party Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.cookingtohookup.com/girls/progressive.php' target='_blank'&gt;Progressive Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click on the pictures below to read more:&lt;p&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.cookingtohookup.com/girls/party.php' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.cookingtohookup.com/_media/quiz/party.gif' width='200' height='260' alt='Party Girl' border='0'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.cookingtohookup.com/girls/progressive.php' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.cookingtohookup.com/_media/quiz/progressive.gif' width='200' height='260' alt='Progressive Girl' border='0'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cookingtohookup.com/quiz/forgirls.php"&gt;Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6686968-109726135253301905?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109726135253301905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109726135253301905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/10/get-your-party-shoes-on.html' title='Get your party shoes on. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109717310188784867</id><published>2004-10-07T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T14:18:21.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This may take some time. </title><content type='html'>. Well, I guess I'm better now. I'm still depressed about the &lt;a href="http://www.msnsportsnet.com/"&gt;WVU&lt;/a&gt; loss. We ruined any chance of a national title shot this season. The first loss is always hard. But yeah... it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Nothing much happening here. The kids are getting along fine. I still party on the weekends. Nights full of alcohol, sex, and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I've been downloading oodles of music lately. It got me to thinking about what I listened to during my highschool days. My senior year. And I found &lt;a href="http://music.msn.com/music/SeniorYear"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; via someone else. Just can't remember who. So sorry. So yeah, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I also found this joke somewhere, but I can't remember where. I told ya, I'm not all here. I am in no way saying that I am for Kerry or Bush. Replace the name with whomever you see fit. I have yet to cast my vote and when the time comes I'm sure I'll know which way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked, "What are all those clocks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh,"said the man, 'whose clock is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie." "Incredible," said the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And whose clock is that one?" St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's George Bush's clock?" asked the man. "Bush's clock is in Jesus' office. He's using it as a ceiling fan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember to VOTE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Now to answer some questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.logtar.com/"&gt;logtar &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wants to know&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;what I was arrested for&lt;/strong&gt;? I stole a car in my younger days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Barry&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;wants to know&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;Why do fools fall in love&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;Oh&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;wait&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;wait&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;there&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;a better question&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;strong&gt;why do birds sing so gay&lt;/strong&gt;? Ehhh... I don't know, Barry. Fools fall in love because they are FOOLS. Birds sing so gay because they're...happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://palmera.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daphne&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;wants to know&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;what did you do this weekend&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;Is this a valid question&lt;/strong&gt;? Yes, it is a valid question. Friday I went to a club with my aunt. Saturday I went to a karaoke bar with a group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://watty.diaryland.com/"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;wants to know&lt;/strong&gt;... 1. &lt;strong&gt;Are you left&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;or right&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;handed when you write&lt;/strong&gt;? Right.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;If you could choose a place in which to live other than where you currently are&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;what would that place be and why&lt;/strong&gt;? New Zealand. Because it is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'll update my &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt; in a few minutes, as well. And I'll leave you with a quiz. For all of you SW fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaijindesign.com/lawriemalen/jedi" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="123" src="http://www.gaijindesign.com/lawriemalen/jedi/jedimaster.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: how jedi are you? ::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109717310188784867?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109717310188784867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109717310188784867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-may-take-some-time.html' title='This may take some time. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109699773511507315</id><published>2004-10-05T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T13:35:35.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All falls down. </title><content type='html'>. I'll answer all questions and send the pictures by the end of the week. I'm tired, I'm sick, I'm sad. Poor WVU. Wah. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109699773511507315?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109699773511507315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109699773511507315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/10/all-falls-down.html' title='All falls down. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109656921745912756</id><published>2004-09-30T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T17:01:55.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what I said. </title><content type='html'>. I was only asked two questions. 2. So I'm still telling you to ask me something. Anything. And I'm outta here for the weekend. Got a lot to do. So I will answer all questions Monday. As for me posting my picture... No. I won't post it on my site... but I will email you a picture if you really want to know what I look like. Just email me telling me that you wanna see me. K? K. Have a wonderful weekend everyone. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109656921745912756?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109656921745912756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109656921745912756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/thats-what-i-said.html' title='That&apos;s what I said. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109640215531909733</id><published>2004-09-30T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T14:22:26.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 200. </title><content type='html'>Found via &lt;a href="http://logtar.com/blog/index.php?p=290"&gt;logtar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely bold the things you have done. Bold the number of the things you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the pub a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02&lt;/strong&gt;. Swam with wild dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;03. Climbed a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04&lt;/strong&gt;. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05&lt;/strong&gt;. Been inside the Great Pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Said&lt;/strong&gt; ‘&lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;’ &lt;strong&gt;and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. Hugged a tree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Done a striptease.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt;. Bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt;. Visited Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15&lt;/strong&gt;. Seen the Northern Lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17&lt;/strong&gt;. Walked the stairs to the top of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19&lt;/strong&gt;. Touched an iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Slept under the stars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Changed a babys diaper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22&lt;/strong&gt;. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Watched a meteor shower.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Gotten drunk on champagne.&lt;br /&gt;25. Given more than you can afford to charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Had a food fight&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29&lt;/strong&gt;. Bet on a winning horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Taken a sick day when you are not ill&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Asked out a stranger.&lt;/strong&gt; (Ha! Do you consider sex as asking someone out?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Had a snowball fight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Held a lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Enacted a favorite fantasy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Taken a midnight skinny dip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Taken an ice cold bath.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40&lt;/strong&gt;. Seen a total eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Ridden a roller coaster.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Hit a home run.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Adopted an accent for an entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46&lt;/strong&gt;. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Had two hard drives for your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49&lt;/strong&gt;. Visited all 50 states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50&lt;/strong&gt;. Loved your job for all accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52&lt;/strong&gt;. Had enough money to be truly satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Had amazing friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54&lt;/strong&gt;. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55&lt;/strong&gt;. Watched wild whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Stolen a sign.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57&lt;/strong&gt;. Backpacked in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Taken a road trip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Rock climbing.&lt;br /&gt;60. Lied to foreign governments official in that country to avoid notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62&lt;/strong&gt;. Sky diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63&lt;/strong&gt;. Visited Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;64. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love.&lt;br /&gt;65. In a restaurant, sat at a strangers table and had a meal with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66&lt;/strong&gt;. Visited Japan.&lt;br /&gt;67. Benchpressed your own weight.&lt;br /&gt;68. Milked a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Alphabetized your Records, Tapes or CDs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Pretended to be a superhero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;. (All the freaking time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Lounged around in bed all day.&lt;/strong&gt; ( I long for those days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. Posed nude in front of strangers.&lt;/strong&gt; (Long story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74&lt;/strong&gt;. Scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75. Got it on to Lets Get It On by Marvin Gaye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. Kissed in the rain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Played in the mud.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Played in the rain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Gone to a drive in theater.&lt;/strong&gt; ( I live beside one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. Done something you should regret, but do not regret it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81&lt;/strong&gt;. Visited the Great Wall of China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Discovered that someone who is not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84&lt;/strong&gt;. Started a business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86&lt;/strong&gt;. Toured ancient sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Taken a martial arts class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Swordfought for the honor of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;89. Played D and D for more than 6 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;90. Gotten married.&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Crashed a party.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Loved someone you shouldn’t have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Gotten divorced.&lt;br /&gt;96. Had sex at the office.&lt;br /&gt;97. Gone without food for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Made cookies from scratch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Won first prize in a costume contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100&lt;/strong&gt;. Ridden a gondola in Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;101. Gotten a tattoo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Rafted the Snake River.&lt;br /&gt;104. Been on television news programs as an expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;105. Got flowers for no reason.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Masturbated in a public place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;107. Got so drunk you do not remember anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;109. Performed on stage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;110&lt;/strong&gt;. Been to Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;111. Recorded music&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;112. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;113. Had a one night stand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;114&lt;/strong&gt;. Gone to Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;115. Seen Siouxsie live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;116. Bought a house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Been in a combat zone.&lt;br /&gt;118. Buried one or both of your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;120&lt;/strong&gt;. Been on a cruise ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;121&lt;/strong&gt;. Spoken more than one language fluently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Bounced a check.&lt;br /&gt;124. Performed in Rocky Horror.&lt;br /&gt;125. Read  and understood  your credit report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;126. Raised children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;128&lt;/strong&gt;. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour.&lt;br /&gt;129. Created and named your own constellation of stars.&lt;br /&gt;130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;131&lt;/strong&gt;. Found out something significant that your ancestors did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;132. Called or written your Congress person&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;133&lt;/strong&gt;. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over.&lt;br /&gt;134. more than once? More than thrice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;135&lt;/strong&gt;. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;136. Sang loudly in the car and did not stop when you knew someone was looking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Had an abortion or your female partner did.&lt;br /&gt;138. Had plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;139. Survived an accident that you should not have survived&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;140. Wrote articles for a large publication.&lt;br /&gt;141. Lost over 100 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;142. Held someone while they were having a flashback.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;143&lt;/strong&gt;. Piloted an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;144. Petted a stingray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;145. Broken someones heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146. Helped an animal give birth.&lt;br /&gt;147. Been fired or laid off from a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;148&lt;/strong&gt;. Won money on a T.V. game show.&lt;br /&gt;149. Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;150. Killed a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;151&lt;/strong&gt;. Gone on an African photo safari.&lt;br /&gt;152. Ridden a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph.&lt;br /&gt;154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced.&lt;br /&gt;155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol.&lt;br /&gt;156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;157. Ridden a horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158. Had major surgery.&lt;br /&gt;159. Had sex on a moving train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;160. Had a snake as a pet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;161&lt;/strong&gt;. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;162. Slept through an entire flight - takeoff, flight, and landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;165&lt;/strong&gt;. Visited all 7 continents.&lt;br /&gt;166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;167. Eaten kangaroo meat.&lt;br /&gt;168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground.&lt;br /&gt;169. Been a sperm or egg donor.&lt;br /&gt;170. Eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;171. Had your picture in the newspaper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;173. Changed someones mind about something you care deeply about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174. Gotten someone fired for their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;175. Gone back to school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;176&lt;/strong&gt;. Parasailed.&lt;br /&gt;177. Changed your name.&lt;br /&gt;178. Petted a cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;179. Eaten fried green tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;180. Read The Iliad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;181. Selected one important author who you missed in school, and read.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them.&lt;br /&gt;183. …and gotten 86ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;184. Taught yourself an art from scratch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating.&lt;br /&gt;186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;187. Skipped all your school reunions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;189. Been elected to public office.&lt;br /&gt;190. Written your own computer language.&lt;br /&gt;191. Thought to yourself that you are living your dream.&lt;br /&gt;192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care.&lt;br /&gt;193. Built your own PC from parts.&lt;br /&gt;194. Sold your own artwork to someone who did not know you.&lt;br /&gt;195. Had a booth at a street fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;196. Dyed your hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;197. Been a DJ.&lt;br /&gt;198. Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;199. Written your own role playing game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;200. Been arrested.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109640215531909733?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109640215531909733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109640215531909733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/200.html' title='The 200. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109639179075741383</id><published>2004-09-28T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T13:16:30.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In lieu of content.</title><content type='html'>. Ask me something. Ask me 2 somethings, 3, 4, 5. Anything. I'll answer all questions in my next post. I'm tired, and lazy. Have a nice day. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109639179075741383?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109639179075741383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109639179075741383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/in-lieu-of-content.html' title='In lieu of content.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109629944012159890</id><published>2004-09-27T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T12:04:09.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess you had to be there. </title><content type='html'>. The weekend was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Is it a compliment when someone tells you that they like you because you're different? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.msnsportsnet.com/ "&gt;WVU&lt;/a&gt; won. Still undefeated. We beat &lt;a href="http://www.jmusports.com/Team/default.asp?TeamID=2 "&gt;James Madison&lt;/a&gt; 45 to 10, but it was a very sloppy win. Still ranked 6th. Next week : at &lt;a href="http://www.hokiesports.com/football/ "&gt;Virginia Tech&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I had sex. Very, very good sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I went to the &lt;a href="http://newsandsentinel.com/news/news.asp"&gt;Air Expo '04&lt;/a&gt;. It was fun except for Halee screaming. She hates loud noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I saw a local biker band. They were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I slept for almost 10 hours on Sunday. That was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Now I'm going to do a meme or two. I promise a better update later. And... I updated my &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt;. Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;a href="http://mmadness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monday Madness&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name THREE of your&lt;/strong&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Pet Peeves&lt;/strong&gt;: Ignorance, Egotism, Hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Favorite Sounds&lt;/strong&gt;: Music, Laughter, Rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Desk Items&lt;/strong&gt;: Speakers, Keyboard, Printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Biggest Fears&lt;/strong&gt;: Failure, Failure, Failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Biggest Challenges&lt;/strong&gt;: College, Raising children, Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Newest 'Toys'&lt;/strong&gt;: Ehhh, none recently. None worth mentioning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Most Used Words&lt;/strong&gt;: Dude, Oh-my-god, F*ck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Most Mispelled Words&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm lazy and I type too fast. I'm sure I mispell tons of words. I never use spell check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Favorite Disney Characters&lt;/strong&gt;: Ariel, Belle, and Sebastian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Bookmarks on Your Homepage&lt;/strong&gt;: I love all of my bookmarks. That's why I bookmarked 'em.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;a href="http://bdinsanity.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Monday Music Mambo&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Mambo Time again ladies and gentlemen. This week is a countdown of sorts. A Musical Countdown of favorites and memories. So do you think that you're up to it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. -- &lt;strong&gt;Songs that make you happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants you - Billy Squier.&lt;br /&gt;Here for the party - Gretchen Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;The Chain - Fleetwood Mac.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Abby - John Prine.&lt;br /&gt;Try A Little Tenderness - Otis Redding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. -- &lt;strong&gt;Albums you can't live without&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything by John Prine.&lt;br /&gt;Limp Bizkit - Chocolate Starfish.&lt;br /&gt;Fleetwood Mac - Rumours.&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park - Hybrid Theory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. -- &lt;strong&gt;Artists that you'd like to recommend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Prine.&lt;br /&gt;Joan Armatrading.&lt;br /&gt;Switchfoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. -- &lt;strong&gt;Songs that you and one of your parents enjoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again... anything by John Prine.&lt;br /&gt;Man to Man - Gary Allen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. -- &lt;strong&gt;Musical memory you'd like to share&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;My fondest musical memory is growing up listening to my dad sing and play guitar. He only knew John Prine songs. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109629944012159890?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109629944012159890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109629944012159890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-guess-you-had-to-be-there.html' title='I guess you had to be there. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109605397494073555</id><published>2004-09-24T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T15:26:14.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to grow up already. </title><content type='html'>. I am so glad that it is Friday. I'm about to pee in my pants. I feel like a 15 year old girl that just got ungrounded and is about to go have some big weekend adventure. I love that feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. This weekend will be all about me. And beer, and boys, and football, and food. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. That's really all I have to say today. It's too nice to be inside. It's the freaking weekend baby, I'm bout to have me some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Have a good one, y'all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q1.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/slut.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q1.htm" target="new"&gt;What High School&lt;br /&gt;Stereotype Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109605397494073555?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109605397494073555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109605397494073555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-need-to-grow-up-already.html' title='I need to grow up already. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109595819462184729</id><published>2004-09-23T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T12:49:54.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really quite boring.</title><content type='html'>. For those of you wanting to know what I happened to name my boobs years ago...  The girls are called Gretchen &amp; Gretta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109595819462184729?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109595819462184729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109595819462184729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-really-quite-boring.html' title='I&apos;m really quite boring.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109588593345029817</id><published>2004-09-22T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T16:45:33.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone else did it.</title><content type='html'>Even though I already named my boobs years ago, I felt the need to see what my outcome would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=#FFE6E8&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:black; font-size: 12pt;'&gt;Your Boobies' Names Are: &lt;b&gt;Dessert and Dinner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/boobiename.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your own Boobie Names&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always figured my nether regions would be dessert. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109588593345029817?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109588593345029817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109588593345029817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/everyone-else-did-it.html' title='Everyone else did it.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109587872571830898</id><published>2004-09-22T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T14:45:25.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He gave me the bird, I gave him a smile.</title><content type='html'>. I got flipped off today. I'm not really sure why. One of those silly cases of road rage or something. Maybe he thought I cut him off, maybe he thought I was a bitch, maybe I had sex with him and forgot about it. Who knows. Anyway... I never really got the whole 'flipping the bird' thing anyway. It's just a finger. I realize that it is the lengthiest finger and all, but really... standing that one long finger up all by itself can really mean that much? Why? And if it really does mean f*uck you, isn't that implying that you'd like to copulate with the person you're fingering? Ehhhhhhh. But ya get my point, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Not much to say today. I may even update my &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt; today. That's twice in 2 days. Gimme a cookie, would ya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. So, I guess I'll do this meme I found at &lt;a href="http://palmera.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daphne's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50 Questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. FAVORITE BREAKFAST IS...&lt;br /&gt;Orange juice and fruit of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. THE MOVIE I'VE WATCHED MOST NUMBER OF TIMES IS...&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. LEAST FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL...&lt;br /&gt;Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. SPEND MY LEISURE TIME...&lt;br /&gt;Partying with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WORST SMELL?&lt;br /&gt;Baby poo, dead things. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF I COULD HAVE ANY CAR IN THE WORLD,WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;The Batmobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. FAVORITE HOUSEHOLD CHORE?&lt;br /&gt;Favorite? Ha. The laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHEN I WAS A KID I DREAMED OF BECOMING A ...&lt;br /&gt;A singer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. FAVORITE COLOR/s?&lt;br /&gt;Black, Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.FAVORITE PERFORMER(S)?&lt;br /&gt;John Prine, Willie Nelson, Ozzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHEN I DIE, I'D RATHER BE CREMATED OR BURIED?&lt;br /&gt;Cremated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. IF I COULD REPEAT COLLEGE, I'D TAKE&lt;br /&gt;Napping 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. THREE THINGS I CAN'T LEAVE HOME WITHOUT?&lt;br /&gt;Keys, money, compact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. FIRST THING I BOUGHT WITH MY FIRST SALARY...&lt;br /&gt;Clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I'D LIKE TO BE REMEMBERED AS ...&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. IF A BOOK WAS MADE INTO A MOVIE, WOULD YOU STILL BOTHER TO READ THE BOOK?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. SPECIALTY IN COOKING?&lt;br /&gt;Pizza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. PRESENT CRUSH?&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone always say crush? Makes me feel like I'm 14 all over again. I do have a hankering for Vin Diesel. Yes... now I feel old. Hankering? Oy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. FAVORITE HANG-OUT?&lt;br /&gt;Shwa's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. BEST PLACE TO SHOP?&lt;br /&gt;The mall. Lots of choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. DO YOU LIKE TO WATCH PLAYS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. FAVORITE PLACE IN YOUR HOUSE?&lt;br /&gt;My room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. BEST GIFT YOU'VE GIVEN?&lt;br /&gt;Trip to the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. BEST GIFT YOU RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;A car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. GIFT THAT YOU WANT TO RECEIVE AS OF THIS MOMENT?&lt;br /&gt;A trip to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THE BEST QUALITY OF THE PERSON WHOM YOU COPIED THIS QUESTIONNAIRE FROM?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know Daphne all that well. But I will say that she is very intelligent and sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. OF ALL THE PEOPLE WHO WILL READ THIS, WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO REPLY?&lt;br /&gt;Reply? Like make a comment? I don't know... Barry... say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WHAT TIME IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;2:41 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT ON THE KEYBOARD DO YOU ALWAYS PRESS?&lt;br /&gt;Enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. YAHOO OR HOTMAIL:&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. LEFT OR RIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. BLACK OR WHITE:&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. BLACK OR BLUE PEN: &lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. SANDALS OR SHOES:&lt;br /&gt;Sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. COLGATE OR HAPPEE:&lt;br /&gt;Colgate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. CHOPSTICKS OR SPOON AND FORK?&lt;br /&gt;Spoon and fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. ROBOCOP OR RAMBO:&lt;br /&gt;Rambo was kinda cute back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. JOLLIBEE OR MCDO:&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what those are. Is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. COKE OR PEPSI:&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. SAN MIG LIGHT, LONE STAR LIGHT OR RED HORSE:&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh, are those beers? Farms? lol.  Budweiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. HOPE OR CAMEL (cigarettes):&lt;br /&gt;Marlboro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO:&lt;br /&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. LAST PERSON WHO TEXTED YOU:&lt;br /&gt;Nic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. LAST PERSON WHO MADE YOU LAUGH:&lt;br /&gt;My ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. LAST PERSON WHO MADE YOU CRY?:&lt;br /&gt;Zack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED:&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. SOMEONE TO BE WITH:&lt;br /&gt;Me, myself, and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. YOU SEE ME ALWAYS EATING...&lt;br /&gt;Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. FAVORITE CHOCOLATE:&lt;br /&gt;Bridge mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109587872571830898?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109587872571830898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109587872571830898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/he-gave-me-bird-i-gave-him-smile.html' title='He gave me the bird, I gave him a smile.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109578471025336937</id><published>2004-09-21T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T13:49:15.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes up all my time just trying to be alone.</title><content type='html'>. I know it's been about a week since I last posted and I neglected to do &lt;a href="http://theaterthursday,.blogspot.com/"&gt;Theater Thursday&lt;/a&gt; last week, but I just didn't have the chance or the time. I may just do Theater Thursday right now, because I may neglect the blog for another week. Not real sure.  We had massive flooding in my area. The town next to us was completely shut down. Most roads were flooded, power was out. Fortunately, my house was not damaged and there were no casualties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. The kids have been attached to my hip. And my ex has been helping me with them all week. But I did get to go out 2 nights. I enjoyed myself, but nothing exciting. Friday was spent with the ex and other friends, drinking and laughing. Saturday was game day with Shwa then a night on the town. With Shwa. No Dipthong, Barry. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. The &lt;a href="http://www.msnsportsnet.com/ "&gt;WVU&lt;/a&gt; game was intense. We won again. 3-0. But, I'm still disappointed.&lt;a href="http://www.umterps.com/ "&gt; Maryland &lt;/a&gt;was the only ranked team on our schedule and we barely beat them. Not to mention the fact that the &lt;a href="http://www.bigeast.org/sports/football/ "&gt;Big East&lt;/a&gt; is so watered down this year.  I realize that we're not the first team to have such an easy schedule, I just hate to see us actually make it to a big bowl game and lose... or worse. We win and people say we didn't deserve to be there. Considering which poll &lt;a href="http://aolsvc.cnnsi.sports.aol.com/football/ncaa/polls/"&gt;you go by&lt;/a&gt;, we're 7th in the Coaches Poll. 6th in the AP. Next week we play &lt;a href="http://www.cnnsi.com/football/ncaa/teams/jamesmad/ "&gt;James Madison&lt;/a&gt;. Go 'Eers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I keep telling everyone that I am not going back to college until the fall. Hellllllo Misty, it is fall. I meant that I'm not going back until January. Which technically is winter. But it's basically Spring 2005 classes. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  Now for the &lt;a href="http://lick-shots.com/dd/"&gt;Daily Dirt&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Friends&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Do you have a best friend and are they of the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes and Yes. Shwa and my ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you had previous best friends?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, 2. Angie and Carnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you believe in best friends?&lt;/strong&gt; Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do you think you can have more than one best friend?&lt;/strong&gt; Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. How many friends do you have?&lt;/strong&gt; Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I updated my &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt;. Not much else to update about. Tonight my aunt wants to take me out. But I'm not really into it. I'm so tired lately. And I think I've actually lost my appetite. Well... we did order that pizza last night. Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109578471025336937?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109578471025336937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109578471025336937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/it-takes-up-all-my-time-just-trying-to.html' title='It takes up all my time just trying to be alone.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109527814471921836</id><published>2004-09-15T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T15:55:44.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you steal my seat, I will cry. </title><content type='html'>. I'm gonna do a meme and I do not remember where I found it. So... enjoy. It's all I've got for today. I'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRSTS&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First job&lt;/strong&gt;: Ehhh. I worked on a tomato farm. Packing tomatoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First screen name&lt;/strong&gt;: Hmm. I think it was mistie3luv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First self-purchased CD&lt;/strong&gt;:Hell, I don't remember. &lt;a href="http://www.npgmusicclub.com/ "&gt;Prince&lt;/a&gt;, maybe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First piercing/tattoo&lt;/strong&gt;: I got my ears pierced when I was about 8. First tattoo when I was 16. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First true love&lt;/strong&gt;: My ex. My one and only true love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First enemy&lt;/strong&gt;: A girl named Tomi. I was 4 and she was huge. She would always steal my seat on the school bus and I would cry. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LASTS&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last big car ride&lt;/strong&gt;: To the beach last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last kiss&lt;/strong&gt;: Halee kissed me about 15 minutes ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last library book checked out&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0743417593/103-1692678-7175823?v=glance"&gt;Devil's Knot: The True Story of the West Memphis Three. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last movie seen&lt;/strong&gt;: I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0327056/ "&gt;Mystic River&lt;/a&gt; last night. It disturbed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last beverage drank&lt;/strong&gt;: Dr. Pepper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last food consumed&lt;/strong&gt;: Spaghettios with Halee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last phone call&lt;/strong&gt;: My mother called me to scream.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last CD played&lt;/strong&gt;: A mix that I made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last annoyance&lt;/strong&gt;: Cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last pop drank&lt;/strong&gt;: Didn't I just say Dr. Pepper? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last ice cream eaten&lt;/strong&gt;: Plain vanilla cone from &lt;a href="http://www.dairyqueen.com/en-US/default.htm"&gt;Dairy Queen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time scolded&lt;/strong&gt;: Yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last shirt worn&lt;/strong&gt;: The one I have on? Do ya think I blog in the nude? Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am&lt;/strong&gt;: tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want&lt;/strong&gt;: no strings attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have&lt;/strong&gt;: too many addictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish&lt;/strong&gt;: for peace of mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate&lt;/strong&gt;: drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fear&lt;/strong&gt;: that I will never be where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hear&lt;/strong&gt;: Cartoons on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I search&lt;/strong&gt;: for that thing I am missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I regret&lt;/strong&gt;: Never regret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt;:, but not enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always&lt;/strong&gt;: dye my hair. Almost 4 times in the last 3 months. Another new addiction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not&lt;/strong&gt;: very patient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dance&lt;/strong&gt;: every time I get the chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sing&lt;/strong&gt;: as much as I dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cry&lt;/strong&gt;: very rarely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES or NO&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You keep a diary&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes. Actually, I do. I have since I was 12. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You like to cook&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have a secret you have not shared with anyone&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes. Of course, don't we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU&lt;/strong&gt;...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a crush&lt;/strong&gt;: I hate that word. And... No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want to get married&lt;/strong&gt;: No. Hell no.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get motion sickness&lt;/strong&gt;: No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're a health freak&lt;/strong&gt;: No, not like I should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current hair color&lt;/strong&gt;: Blonde. About to become red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eye color&lt;/strong&gt;: Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthplace&lt;/strong&gt;: West Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number&lt;/strong&gt;: 3 or 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Color&lt;/strong&gt;: Black or pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day&lt;/strong&gt;: Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Month&lt;/strong&gt;: October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Songs&lt;/strong&gt;: Too many to list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season&lt;/strong&gt;: Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drink&lt;/strong&gt;: Dr. Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alcohol&lt;/strong&gt;:Budweiser. Vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PREFERENCES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuddle or make out&lt;/strong&gt;: SEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate milk or hot chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;: Cannot drink milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milk, dark, or white chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;: Dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanilla or chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN THE LAST 24 HRS, HAVE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cried&lt;/strong&gt;?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helped someone&lt;/strong&gt;?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bought something&lt;/strong&gt;?: Yes. Lots of somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten sick&lt;/strong&gt;?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone to the movies&lt;/strong&gt;?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Said 'I love you'&lt;/strong&gt;?: Yes, to Halee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written a real letter&lt;/strong&gt;: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talked to an ex&lt;/strong&gt;?: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missed an ex&lt;/strong&gt;?: Nah, I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written in a journal&lt;/strong&gt;?:Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a serious talk&lt;/strong&gt;?: Yeah, with the ex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missed someone&lt;/strong&gt;? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugged someone&lt;/strong&gt;? Yes. Halee, Zack, my ex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109527814471921836?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109527814471921836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109527814471921836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/if-you-steal-my-seat-i-will-cry.html' title='If you steal my seat, I will cry. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109516860838284911</id><published>2004-09-14T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T09:30:08.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Might as well face it, I'm addicted to food. And Buffy. </title><content type='html'>. Heh. My homage to &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/r/robert-palmer/116935.html "&gt;Robert Palmer&lt;/a&gt;. May he rest in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Things are stressful. So very stressful. No Kentucky trip because Zack is too sick to go. So it must be postponed. My parents are fighting so bad that I can't even talk to them. Always trying to put me in the middle. My sister is so messed up that I cannot think about her because I feel like I will explode. My father blasted me for dropping this semester. My mother has one thing on her mind... money. My sister hasn't even called... not once. I spend 90% of my time at my ex's. He was the one that went through all of this stuff with me before. Twice. He really is the greatest guy I have ever met in my life. Too bad we couldn't make it work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I used to spend my free time partying. Ya know... living the college life. Now I have switched my addiction to food. It's a good thing the kids keep me on my feet 24/7 or I would be a blimp by now. Though I have packed on 5 pounds in the last 3 weeks. It's amazing how all fast food goes straight to your ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. When I'm not with the kids, I'm eating and watching &lt;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/buffy/"&gt;Buffy&lt;/a&gt;. Over the last 3 weeks I have eaten at the following places:&lt;br /&gt;     Taco Bell&lt;br /&gt;     Burger King&lt;br /&gt;     McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;     Pizza Hut&lt;br /&gt;     Long John Silvers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Right now, I am watching Buffy and I am HUNGRY. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You're Addicted to Buffy When...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at pieces of wood, deciding if they would make a good stake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide that you will only see your boyfriend at night and in the graveyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A happy slayer is a good slayer" becomes your motto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole collection of Buffy T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you won't wear them - you want to keep them in mint condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've taken up karate and practice your Buffy moves regularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You refuse to go out after dark... just in case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have suddenly taken a liking to tweed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start calling your boyfriend Spike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to watch Buffy alone because other people just "don't get it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself quoting the show several times a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go shopping for clothes and only purchase things that have appeared on the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always say the words "the wacky", "wiggins" and "a happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your user names on the internet are "Willow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start hanging around libraries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to hack into the coroners office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have either a cross necklace or a Claddaugh ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide the graveyard is a really cool hangout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at abandon warehouses in a whole new light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never invite anyone into your house after dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself in a situation and say "This is something Xander would do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are secretly in love with your best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your licence plates read "Queen C"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think "Too much Buffy? Never!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You name your puppy Willow or Xander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You recite Amy's rat-turning spell when in the company of your older brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You demand that people call you Buffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you step out of the shower you say "I seem to be having an extreme case of nudity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appoint yourself a watcher and choose someone to study/train etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay away from your teacher just incase they turn out to be prey-matis'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your room looks like a shrine, you have Buffy posters as wallpaper, a Buffy bedspread, curtains etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't take cookies or mini pizza's from your Mom's new boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find a whole new liking for miniature golfing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear that song "I hope you dance" and think of fighting Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cried two hours after the fifth season finale of Buffy was over because she died even though you know she is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pondered becoming a vengeance demon after your last breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You own enough Buffy comics and novels to have your bedroom be considered a fire hazard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't go out past sunset unless armed to the teeth with stakes, crosses, and holy water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have crosses nailed over every window and door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start tracking the local murder rates after a new girl moves into town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read all the occult books in the school library searching for the Watcher diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, sexual protection isn't birth control, it's making sure you're partner is human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You practice sticking thumbtacks through houseflies and mosquitos--"Just to be safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You perform the reverse invitation spell after every visit from some person you haven't recently seen in sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You insist on traveling from class to class via the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to exorcise the possessing hyena spirit when your best friend gets PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cast a gypsy soul curse on the sadistic principal who gave you a suspension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You whittle wooden stakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kick doors open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You carry around a stake, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take long walks in the cemetery at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strange fear of hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't complain about going to church anymore because you remember that your supply of Holy Water is running kind of low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear crosses every day and have a vast selection of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never verbally invite anyone into your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep all your important information on yellow disks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You avoid fraternity parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a rule you don't like to be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends are fearful that if they call during "Buffy Hour" they'll be in for a long lecture the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bookmark the Coroner's Office Web Site as a favorite place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear that there's a new librarian at your school, you slam open the doors of the library and yell; "Okay. What's the sitch?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can recite a whole Buffy episode(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wallpaper your room with pictures of the Buffy cast and complain when there isn't enough space to put them all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask a priest to bless your bottle of Perrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the hell of it, you enter Moloch into several search engines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You name your doll Miss Edith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let your bird die of starvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You paint your nails like Drusilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your brother comes back from the zoo, you won't let him in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way you know how to say the word bitch is 'bitca'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get your hair cut like Buffy's and your hairdresser keeps remarking that the picture you show her (for your haircut) looks oddly familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you quote Buffy Verse, you laugh hysterically while your friends stare at you like you've grown another ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always protest that Buffy is NOT a ditz's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When watching a new Buffy episode, people gawk at you when you manage to say the actor's lines right before they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't think of a thing to talk about with people who have never watched a Buffy episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend hours on the net looking for new Buffy pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get really really excited whenever you do find any new pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit on a grave twirling a yo-yo and say: "Come on, rise and shine. Some of us have a ton of trig homework waiting at home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look for padlocked sewer access systems in mausoleums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide to be Buffy for Halloween but your friends don't notice a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You own everything possible with the words Buffy the Vampire Slayer on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get wigged out by mimes and dummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a chest in your room with a fake bottom that contains garlic, stakes, holy water and crosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You freak whenever you have a substitute biology teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never go out with your boyfriend on the night of the full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You avoid supposedly empty warehouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a fear of railroad spikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You punish your dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get a wheelchair just so that you can be called "Roller Boy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never have sex with your boyfriend for fear of what might happen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take up tae kwon do, kick boxing, karate, street fighting and gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eye your librarian to see if they're trying to tell you that you're the next Slayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sleep with a stake under your pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sneak out of your bedroom window at night and hang out at the park because you've heard that several people have died there lately of exsanguination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're horrified of people who have never even heard of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to kill people who dis the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream of past lives as a Slayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you have a dream and you see your friend in it you run up to them the next day and choke them as you shout: "What do you know?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never sign in someone's yearbook "Have a nice summer!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like to use the word Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You write Buffy FanFic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You date men whom you meet in dark alleys (but only after kicking them in the head).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring a fire extinguisher to cheerleading tryouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get nominated at school as "Person Most Likely To Be The Next Slayer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You buy knee-high boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get five holes pierced in each ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on a first name basis with all the actors of BtVS except that you've never met them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they used to appreciate your interest, the actors on BtVs are now scared to death of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You check people's lockers to make sure they don't have any books such as 'Gray's Anatomy' and 'Mortician Desk Reference'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read a Buffy transcript at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You befriend a computer genius and her dorky friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You file complaints that the substitute biology teacher is harassing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what your hobbies are you answer; "Slay...slay...slave to the television".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as you are concerned, Buffy and co. are actual people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drive to California to look for Sunnydale, you dial operator and ask him where it is, operator says there is no such place and you yell back at him that he's probably in league with some demons to keep you out of Sunnydale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enroll at Torrance High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the actors on the show are shown a picture of you and are told to stay away at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what you'll do when you're older you answer either dead or it's already been 'sealed in fate'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tape all Buffy episodes, then retape them so they're in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You buy all the CDs of songs that have ever been on Buffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been to all 1000 or so Buffy sites on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You legally change your name to Buffy Anne Summers (or another character from the show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You practically had a nervous breakdown when the series ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot remember what you did with your life before Buffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your motto is 'Life is short' or 'Seize the day'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never bring your date to the morgue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When buying your Halloween costume you make sure it's something you'd like to be in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always beat up a snitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You nail crucifixes to your wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You needed to visit a grief counselor when Tara died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make sure your parents never come to Parent-Teacher night at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watch, mock and laugh at talent shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When given an egg for parenting in Sex Ed class you boil it or smash it with something heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're frightened of cheerleader wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You avoid saunas, who knows what they put in the steam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't let people with long fingernails get too close to your throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use a Thesulan Orb as a paperweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever there's a Sadie Hawkins dance at school you lock yourself in your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You refuse to buy any candy being sold by the band at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Buffy. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/addicted.html"&gt;Get Your Own Addicted Meme Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More cool things for your blog at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109516860838284911?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109516860838284911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109516860838284911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/might-as-well-face-it-im-addicted-to.html' title='Might as well face it, I&apos;m addicted to food. And Buffy. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109509282297253536</id><published>2004-09-13T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T12:29:45.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You do what ya gotta do. </title><content type='html'>. The weekend was okay. Friday I went to a club with my aunt. Saturday was the &lt;a href="http://www.msnsportsnet.com/"&gt;WVU&lt;/a&gt; game. They won. 40 to 25 over the &lt;a href="http://www.ucfathletics.com/sport_front.asp?sportid=151"&gt;University of Central Florida&lt;/a&gt;. I'm still not impressed with WVU, even though they have leaped to #7 in &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/ncf/rankings?poll=1"&gt;the rankings&lt;/a&gt;. They are still making way too many errors. Penalties, injuries, fumbles, oh my. Next week we play &lt;a href="http://umterps.collegesports.com/sports/m-footbl/md-m-footbl-body.html"&gt;Maryland&lt;/a&gt;, who are ranked 21st. &lt;a href="http://aolsvc.news.aol.com/sports/article.adp?id=20040912205309990002"&gt;Kay Jay Harris is questionable&lt;/a&gt; with a hamstring injury. I'm worried. I went so see a local band after the game, with Shwa. Nothing exciting. Quite a boring weekend actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. My nephew has to go back to Shriner's Hospital tomorrow. &lt;a href="http://www.shrinershq.org/shc/lexington/"&gt;The one &lt;/a&gt;in Lexington, Kentucky. Which means I will miss another week or so of classes, depending on how long his stay is this time. I have officially dropped my classes this semester and will not return until the fall. I have missed too many classes to catch myself back up. And I feel like the kids need me around more until they have adjusted a bit better to their new environment and dealing with missing their mother. So yeah... you do what ya gotta do. Like a quiz or two. I know, I'm a rhyming fool. And... I updated my '&lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other&lt;/a&gt;' blog over the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this at&lt;a href="redheaded8itch.com"&gt; Kelly's&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/grandvizier/1091407747_aGirlyMama.jpg" border="0" alt="Girly Mama 2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're a girl power mommy!  You love to be girly,&lt;br&gt;but you're no pushover.  Your kids are learning&lt;br&gt;that gender differences don't have to mean&lt;br&gt;gender inequality.  You've taken back pink, and&lt;br&gt;you don't care who knows it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/grandvizier/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20a%20freaky%20mother%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of a freaky mother are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm girly at times, and proud of it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109509282297253536?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109509282297253536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109509282297253536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/you-do-what-ya-gotta-do.html' title='You do what ya gotta do. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109483309612012804</id><published>2004-09-10T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T12:18:16.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Bury Me. </title><content type='html'>. I took one of those &lt;a href="http://livingto100.com/quiz.cfm"&gt;inane tests&lt;/a&gt; that tell you how long you will live. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;            Your calculated health span is 53.2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Doesn't that suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.ohboy.com/johnprine.html "&gt;John Prine&lt;/a&gt; songs work very well as entry titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I try to divide my time between my father and my mother's house so that they can both see the kids and help me with the kids. I normally do not get along with my mom. She thinks I drink and party too much. I think she is too controlling. Typical mom/daughter things. This week, my mom and dad are not getting along again. So when I am at mom's, I call dad to check in. And vice versa. Well,  now my dad won't answer the phone when I call from mom's because he is mad at me for being here. Oy vey. Dude, help me help you. I'm doing all of this shit to help these kids out, and make sure you still get to see your grandkids and all I get is shit. Ya know... I could be like their mom and take off and not care at all what happens to them. But no, I am here, I am taking care of them, and I don't plan on going anywhere. All the while still attending college and trying to live my own life. So PLEASE... if we could all just put aside our differences for just a few damn days to help these innocent children desperately missing their mom, I would really freaking appreciate it. Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Other than that... not much else going on. I finally have 2 days to myself. Well, 2 nights. Good enough. Tonight, I'm going out alone, yo. My friends miss me, but ya know... I need ME time. And Saturday is the &lt;a href="http://www.msnsportsnet.com/ "&gt;WVU&lt;/a&gt; game. And then off to see a local band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Everyone have a great weekend. See ya Monday. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109483309612012804?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109483309612012804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109483309612012804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/please-dont-bury-me.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Bury Me. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109475308392207060</id><published>2004-09-09T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T15:06:27.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Illegal Smile. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;. My sister called me late last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;: hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;: i want some fucking money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;: whaaaaaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;: i want some fucking money, misty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;: i want you to raise your kids. it sucks when we don't get what we want, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;*click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Other than that, things are pretty good. I've missed a few classes because I had no babysitter, but everyone helps out when they can. It's not like I am alone in this. I'm just tired. Really tired. But I'll manage. I have done this before. Twice, in fact. I do get a break this weekend though. Thank heavens for grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'd be afraid to watch the &lt;a href="http://www.msnsportsnet.com/"&gt;WVU&lt;/a&gt; game with the kids. I get so crazy watching football, I think I'd scare them to the point of tears. When I watch football, chairs end up scattered in pieces. My screams are probably movie-worthy. What can I say... I'm a daddy's girl. I grew up to love football, beer, &lt;a href="http://www.ohboy.com/johnprine.html"&gt;John Prine&lt;/a&gt;, and Granny's cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not in the mood to do the meme, or anything for that matter. But I will post some lyrics. I love this song, but I did change a few words to make it fit me. It does remind me of... me. Fits me to a T. I'm all about the rhyme today, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;a href="http://music.channel.aol.com/artist/main.adp?_pgtyp=pdct&amp;amp;artistid=367958"&gt;Montgomery Gentry&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://lyrics.duble.com/M/montgomerygentrylyrics/montgomerygentrybreakmyheartagainlyrics.htm"&gt;Break My Heart Again&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Mr. Rights have I handled wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Every one that's come along.&lt;br /&gt;How many finish lines have I had in sight and never crossed?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;When it looks like I might win,&lt;br /&gt;I go and break my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't good unless their bad.&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't happy 'til I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;When I see the good life closing in,&lt;br /&gt;I go and break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I think I can, when I know I won't?&lt;br /&gt;I always end up alone.&lt;br /&gt;Why would a lonely girl hold love in her hands and let it go?&lt;br /&gt;Well I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is in the end,&lt;br /&gt;I go and break my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't good unless their bad.&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't happy 'til I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;When I see the good life closing in,&lt;br /&gt;I go and break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't good unless their bad.&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't happy 'til I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;When I see the good life closing in,&lt;br /&gt;I go and break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;And I break my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;And I break my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;And I break my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109475308392207060?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109475308392207060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109475308392207060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/illegal-smile.html' title='Illegal Smile. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109465732546189918</id><published>2004-09-08T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T16:11:20.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't leave but I can't stay. </title><content type='html'>. Things are stressful. But you deal. I still have the kids, which is a joy. But in all honesty, they would rather be with their mom. What kid wouldn't? They love me as I love them. But this is not my responsibilty. And I hate being put in this situation again, for the 3rd damn time. But I will do as I have always done in the past. What is best for the kids. Which at this point in time.. happens to be... me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'm gonna do the &lt;a href="http://bdinsanity.blogdrive.com/"&gt;hump&lt;/a&gt;, then I'm outta here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bdinsanity.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Wednesday Mind Hump&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Hump Day&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;September 8th&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;is Nose Hair Maintenance Day&lt;/strong&gt; .... &lt;strong&gt;EWWWW&lt;/strong&gt;!  &lt;strong&gt;Let&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;s &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not go there&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;strong&gt;Instead let&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;s &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pick something else to warm up for the Wednesday Mind Hump by celebrating September 9th instead which is Hot Dog Day&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;YAY&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although the exact &lt;/strong&gt;"birthday" &lt;strong&gt;and the &lt;/strong&gt;"father" &lt;strong&gt;of the hot dog are often in contention The National Hot Dog and Sausage Council reports&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;The hot dog was invented in 1904 during the St. Louis &lt;/strong&gt;"Louisiana Purchase Exposition" &lt;strong&gt;by a Bavarian concessionaire named Antoine Feuchtwanger&lt;/strong&gt;. (Yes, that's his real name. We don't make this stuff up kids -- we just bring this insanity to you for some humpin' good fun) &lt;strong&gt;The first hot dog was offered without a bun and was a flop&lt;/strong&gt;. *tee hee* &lt;strong&gt;It was Mrs. Feuchtwanger who suggested he offer it on a bun and thus came to be the hot dog we know and love today&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's warm up! Using the letters W-I-E-N-E-R-S tell us seven things someone would absolutely HAVE to know if they were considering sharing a room with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;arning: touch my pillows and you will get hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;ce cold. It has to be totally cold for me to sleep. I hate heat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;at. I eat all the time in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;everending music. If I'm in my room, music will be playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ar plugs. I snore when I'm drunk. So I've been told. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ainbow. I like a lot of color in my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;melly. I have to burn scented candles all the time. Or incent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot Diggity Dog! Now that we're warmed up let's get our buns in gear and do the Humpty Hump&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; "getting to know you" &lt;strong&gt;fun with a a few crazy twists&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;strong&gt;Can you remember where you were in life ten years ago? If you could travel back in time and whisper something to yourself ten years ago, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt; If you don't want to hurt him, let him go now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;strong&gt;You inherit a large piece of land and decide to build a theme park a la&lt;/strong&gt; "Disneyland, Sea World, etc.) &lt;strong&gt;What would you name your theme park and what would your mascot be?&lt;/strong&gt; It would be an adult theme park. Why should kids have all the fun? The rides would be called... the 69, the Italian Chandelier. Ya know... And the mascot... I was gonna say that I would be the mascot, but since it is Hot Dog Day. My mascot will be a Hot Dog. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;strong&gt;Okay&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;let&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'s have it&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;What&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'s the craziest&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;most impulsive thing you've ever done. Remember, we have insane youngsters amongst us so if it's risque, clean it up&lt;/strong&gt;.. Well, that would be worse than my #2 answer. So I'll save that for my naughty blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;strong&gt;We all have the&lt;/strong&gt;m ... &lt;strong&gt;bad days. If you were having a bad day what or whom would you turn to for comfort&lt;/strong&gt;? My ex, pizza, beer, sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;strong&gt;According to the song White Rabbit&lt;/strong&gt;, "&lt;strong&gt;one pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;strong&gt;If you were offered these pills today, which pill would you take and why&lt;/strong&gt;? I guess I'd be small. I don't know why. Seems better than being large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay you mad humpers -- that's it for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hump has been brought to you by those crazy chicks at &lt;a href="http://bdinsanity.blogdrive.com/"&gt;BDI&lt;/a&gt; who are a few feathers short of a whole duck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109465732546189918?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109465732546189918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109465732546189918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-cant-leave-but-i-cant-stay.html' title='I can&apos;t leave but I can&apos;t stay. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109453471870634575</id><published>2004-09-07T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T01:25:18.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad, and the ridiculous.</title><content type='html'>. The holiday weekend was full of ups and downs. I was feeling utterly disgusted a few hours ago, but I feel slightly better about it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Friday I went out with Shwa again. We danced, we sang, we drank, we laughed. I had a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Saturday I slept until 3pm. That was very goooood. Then I took a shower, went to eat, bought my beer and headed to my ex's before the 6pm kickoff of the first &lt;a href="http://www.msnsportsnet.com/"&gt;WVU&lt;/a&gt; game of the season. They won. 56-23 over East Carolina. I didn't really think they would lose. But there's always that chance, ya know? It was a pretty good game. Broken records, lots of scoring. But I still wasn't thoroughly impressed. The 'Eers had so many yards in penalties that it almost surpassed their total passing yards. In this game, WVU was their own worst enemy. Against a tougher opponent, this would have resulted in a huge loss. I really do expect big things out of WVU this season, but so does everyone else. But they need to step up the passing games, and work on those excessive penalties. And I will be the first to admit that the WVU schedule this season is probably our easiest ever. Next Week : at University of Central Florida.  We're ranked 10th in the AP poll. 11th in the Coach's Poll. Kay Jay Harris broke  WVU and Big East records. He was also named Big East Offensive Player of the Week, and the National Offensive Player of the Week. He had 337 yards rushing and 4 touchdowns. So yeah... that was a good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Sunday and Monday were spent with my niece and nephew. My sister has once again gone AWOL. I have so much family drama that it is slowly driving me insane. I'm also behind on my studies. So the blog may be neglected for a week or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. And I found this quiz over at &lt;a href="http://www.niteowl.tv/"&gt;Johnnie's&lt;/a&gt;. My results are quite scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://similarminds.com/images/leader/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109453471870634575?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109453471870634575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109453471870634575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/good-bad-and-ridiculous.html' title='The good, the bad, and the ridiculous.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109422840914196073</id><published>2004-09-03T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T12:20:09.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to resist.</title><content type='html'>* I went out again last night with one of my best friends that I call Shwa. He was so trashed. He fell down twice. I, of course, had to laugh at him. I knew neither of us could drive, so we took a Taxi to his house. I slept in his bed, he slept on the couch. His dad showed up in the morning at 8 and woke us up. We didn't even get to bed until 4. Needless to say, I wasn't happy being woke up. His dad was my softball coach for 7 years. He still calls me little Misty. Bugs the hell out of me. So since I was already awake, I decided to come on home. Shwa wanted me to stay and go swimming. At 8am? Are you nuts? This girl is lazy, let me relax for a few, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* So anyway, I'm home. I did laundry, I showered, I washed the dishes. Now, I'm bored. So I think I'll go swimming. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Have a great Labor Day weekend, everyone. =) See ya Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/EmrysWolf/quizzes/What%20Is%20Your%20Animal%20Personality%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/EmrysWolf/1043109838_stuffotter.gif" border="0" alt="Otter"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Is Your Animal Personality?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109422840914196073?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109422840914196073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109422840914196073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/hard-to-resist.html' title='Hard to resist.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109414534953363732</id><published>2004-09-02T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T13:15:49.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burns and birthdays and blogs. Oh my. </title><content type='html'>* Oh, September. I'm sort of glad that it is September already. But then again, the summer went by too fast. But hey... I've had enough sun for awhile. I'm still recovering from a hell of a sunburn. So bring on the autumn weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My nephew turned 7 on Friday the 27th. He was in the hospital for a few days with complications from his disease, but was released the day before his birthday. Happy Birthday, little man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I actually had some free time yesterday and today. I got all 3 of my blogs updated. Well, I'm updating this one right now. I did &lt;a href="http://theaterthursday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Theater Thursday &lt;/a&gt;yesterday, and I did my &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog &lt;/a&gt;this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I went out Tuesday night with my Aunt. Wasn't supposed to be anything major, we were just gonna have a few beers, play a few games of pool, and then head home. But the beer was tasting oh so good. I didn't leave until 2 am. And once again, I cheated on my boy diet. But that's only twice that I've cheated in a month. That's not so bad is it? Cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I cannot wait until Saturday. The first &lt;a href="http://www.msnsportsnet.com/"&gt;WVU&lt;/a&gt; game. I'm about to piss in my pants, I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have plans  tonight, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night. No classes Monday. Woohoo. Yay for &lt;a href="http://www.dol.gov/opa/aboutdol/laborday.htm"&gt;Labor Day&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The president will be in West Virginia this Sunday. In the town of Parkersburg. This is his second visit to Parkersburg in 4 months. My mother lives right across the street from the aiport where Bush will be landing. Last time it took her 4 hours just to get in her driveway. Have a nice relaxing Sunday, Mommy. Ha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I know I seriously slacked on &lt;a href="http://www.prettypurpleprincess.net/archives/001547.html#001547"&gt;the challenge&lt;/a&gt;. And August is over, so I will finish it now. My happy moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday the 23rd&lt;/strong&gt;: Starting classes again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday the 24th&lt;/strong&gt;: Seeing all my college friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday the 25th&lt;/strong&gt;: Halee said this to me: "I like you Misty. You're so pretty".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday the 26th&lt;/strong&gt;:  My nephew was released from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday the 27th&lt;/strong&gt;: My nephew's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday the 28th&lt;/strong&gt;: Seeing the ocean for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday the 29th&lt;/strong&gt;: Swimming in the ocean for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday the 30th&lt;/strong&gt;: Soothing aloe for my sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday the 31st&lt;/strong&gt;- My last happy moment for August : Having sex. lol. What did you expect? You always gotta to out with a bang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Maybe I'll do the meme later. Right now, I'm tired and hungry. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109414534953363732?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109414534953363732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109414534953363732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/09/burns-and-birthdays-and-blogs-oh-my.html' title='Burns and birthdays and blogs. Oh my. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109395877211919581</id><published>2004-08-31T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T11:38:19.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Son of a beach. </title><content type='html'>. The beach was great. It was my first time swimming or even seeing the ocean, so of course it was great. But it's also great to be home. I'm still burnt and sore. But it isn't so bad now. I'm still trying to catch up on my reads and post something at the same time. So my &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog &lt;/a&gt;may not be updated for a few more days. So for now, I leave you with a list and a meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things I learned at the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wear sunscreen. LOTS of sunscreen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch the Weather Channel. Make sure there isn't a Tropical Storm headed to your destination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't go to the beach with your ex. You can't flirt with any hot looking surfers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything costs money. Wanna go to the end of the pier? 5 dollars. Wanna go to the top of the lighthouse? 6 dollars. So yeah, bring lots of cash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't stay in a hotel because you think it's pretty. (That's a pretty hotel, let's stay there. 172 dollars a night. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The crabs will bite you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as you wanna see a shark... it's not gonna happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunglasses are a must. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those waves are very powerful and will remove your bikini every chance they get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ocean water tastes like semen. It really does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Dr. Seuss Purity Survey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it on a boat? Not yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it with a goat? I may live in West Virginia... but no, I have not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it in a bed? Of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it with the dead? That's quite disgusting. No.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it in the ass? lol. Why yes, I have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it, high on grass? Yeah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it in the car? Lots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you simply gone too far? Probably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it on the beach? Nah. Didn't have the chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it with the teach? Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it on your back? Of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it strapped to a rack? What kind of rack? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it in a box? lol. No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it with a fox? Noooooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it in a tree? Under a tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it with more than three? Heh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it in the rain? Yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it for the pain? Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it 'tween the tits? lmao. Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it wearing mitts? Umm, no.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it packed in rubber? Ummm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it undercover? Yeah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it on a perch? These questions are funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it in a church? No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it with a virgin? Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it with a surgeon? Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it with ropes and chains? What do you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it while insane? I plead insanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it on the stage? La la la la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it underage? Is 16 underage? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it with all your friends? Not ALL of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it in both ends? lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it with your dog? So nasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it on a log? Nah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it under clamps? Under them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it with the lamps? Umm, that makes no sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it for all to see? ALL? Like video... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had VD? Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it on Mother's couch? Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it in your mouth? Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it while on tape?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it out of shape? I guess so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it on live TV? Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it whilst you pee? lol. No. Sorry, that's not my thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it in the gym? Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it on a whim? All the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it on a dare? No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think we care? I dunno, do you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/drseusssurvey.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take The Dr. Suess Purity Survey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get more cool things for your blog at &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blogthings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109395877211919581?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109395877211919581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109395877211919581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/son-of-beach.html' title='Son of a beach. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109388706710919855</id><published>2004-08-30T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T13:31:07.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty, twenty, twenty-four miles to go. I wanna be sedated.</title><content type='html'>. I love road trips. I do. But after mile 600... damn. My ass is so sore. But yeah... I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I still have to go back to class today, so I have little time to catch up on my reads, or post anything at length. So I'll do it later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109388706710919855?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109388706710919855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109388706710919855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/twenty-twenty-twenty-four-miles-to-go.html' title='Twenty, twenty, twenty-four miles to go. I wanna be sedated.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109346304496157216</id><published>2004-08-25T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T15:44:04.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikini bottom. </title><content type='html'>. This girl is going to the beach. Miss me once... ok, twice. I'm not leaving 'til tomorrow night but I have lots of stuff to do. Mainly... shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'll see y'all Monday. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109346304496157216?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109346304496157216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109346304496157216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/bikini-bottom.html' title='Bikini bottom. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109323649101944658</id><published>2004-08-23T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T01:23:40.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life keeps bringing me back to you. </title><content type='html'>. Once again the weekend was filled with unwanted, unnecessary family drama. It was a big crappy ending to my summer. Classes start today and I'm not ready. I mean... I am. I just wanted a little more time, ya know. This semester is going to be rough. Regardless, I am still taking off Friday for the beach. I cannot wait. This week is going to go so slow. I know it may be strange, but I'm going with my ex and another friend. There's no one else on earth I would rather share this experience with. But before that happens I need to go shopping again. I need a new bathing suit, and a camera. And a new pair of jeans. And a shirt. And maybe a new bra. Ohhh... and I'd like to have a new cell phone before I leave. Note to self: Give absolutely no family members new phone number until after my trip. But yeah... back to school today. It is after midnight, no? Four days of classes and then to the beach. So now I'm gonna do a meme and sleep a little bit. Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Happy moments: &lt;br /&gt;  Saturday - A tall glass of ice water.&lt;br /&gt;  Sunday - Sleeping all day with no one buging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. And yes... I finally updated&lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt; my other blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;50 questions &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt; Your name spelled backwards&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ytsim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Where were your parents born&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;West Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;strong&gt; What's your favorite restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Last time you swam in a pool&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I swim every chance that I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been in a school play&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;How many kids do you want&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;None. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Type of music you dislike most&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I am a lover of all things music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Are you registered to vote&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Do you have cable&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever ridden on a moped&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Ever prank call anybody&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Several times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Ever get a parking ticket&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe once or twice. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;strong&gt; Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Abso-freaking-lutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Farthest place you ever traveled&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh, Pittsburgh maybe. I haven't had a chance to travel much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Do you have a garden&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;My father grows squash and tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;What's your favorite comic strip&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, don't really have a favorite. &lt;a href="http://ucomics.aolsvc.aol.com/news/calvinandhobbes/"&gt;Calvin and Hobbes &lt;/a&gt;I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Do you really know all the words to your national anthem&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Bath or Shower, morning or night&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;Shower in the morning, bath at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Best movie you've seen in the past month&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had a chance to watch many movies lately. Nothing new anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Favorite pizza topping&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Pepperoni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;Chips or popcorn&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Chips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;What color lipstick do you usually wear&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Pinkish hues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever smoked peanut shells&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;No. People do that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been in a beauty pageant&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;Orange Juice or apple&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Orange juice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you went out to dinner with &lt;br /&gt;and where did you dine&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pizza Hut with my ex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;Favorite type chocolate bar&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Snickers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you voted at the polls&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;2000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Last time you ate a homegrown tomato&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Never ate one. Tomatoes make me ill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.&lt;strong&gt; Have you ever won a trophy&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, mostly softball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;Are you a good cook&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;My family seems to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;Do you know how to pump your own gas&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.&lt;strong&gt; Ever order an article from an infomercial&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;Sprite or 7&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;up&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Neither. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever had to wear a uniform to work&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;Last thing you bought at a pharmacy&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Tampons and hair dye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;strong&gt;Ever throw up in public&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;strong&gt;Would you prefer being a millionaire or find true love&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Show me the money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;strong&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;strong&gt;Ever call a 1&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;900 number&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;strong&gt;Can ex's be friends&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you visited in a hospital&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;My mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;strong&gt;Did you have a lot of hair when you were a baby&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;No. Just one little curl on top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.&lt;strong&gt; What message is on your answering machine&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;The lame message that came with the phone. Too lazy to make my own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;strong&gt;What's your all time favorite Saturday Night Live Character&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;The church lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;strong&gt;What was the name of your first pet&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;strong&gt;What is in your purse&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I don't carry a purse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;strong&gt;Favorite thing to do before bedtime&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Bubble bath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;strong&gt;What is one thing you are grateful for today&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;That I still have my sanity. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109323649101944658?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109323649101944658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109323649101944658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/life-keeps-bringing-me-back-to-you.html' title='Life keeps bringing me back to you. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109303126323817543</id><published>2004-08-20T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T15:57:17.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain, go away. </title><content type='html'>. Classes start on Monday. I'm so not ready. I just bought my text books today. I'm just so damn tired. And I'm really trying to enjoy my summer. I can't believe it's over. Just this weekend to go, and then it's over. So sad. Next weekend I am taking off to go to the beach, if things work out as planned. I've never seen the ocean and it's about damn time that I did. Leave Friday night, back Sunday night. No classes missed, no harm done, and I will have finally marked that off of my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Happy moments:&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Paul Hamm winning gold.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Carly Patterson winning gold.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Well duh, it's the weekend, Dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. It's been raining for 2 days, and it still is. I normally love the rain, but this is my last weekend before classes. I want to be outside. I want a bonfire. I want to frolic in the flowers. Ok, maybe not the flowers thing, but ya never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109303126323817543?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109303126323817543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109303126323817543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain rain, go away. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109277047792726096</id><published>2004-08-17T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T15:21:17.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weapons of mass seduction.</title><content type='html'>. Friday was pretty bad. Mostly family drama which I don't feel like blogging about. And I started my period, which always makes for a bad day. I knew I shoulda stayed in bed. Saturday was better. Sunday and Monday were great. So all in all I guess it was a good weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Saturday I went to a keg party and played immature drinking games. Sunday and Monday were spent with friends lounging around watching the &lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/"&gt;Olympics&lt;/a&gt;, taking Halee and Zack to the park and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Most often than not, young women are labeled as the least likely to vote. I have not decided yet as to whom I will cast my vote for, but I did find &lt;a href="http://www.axisofeve.org/"&gt;this site &lt;/a&gt;that waves that middle finger in the air to anyone that thinks young women aren't interested in politics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Happy Moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Friday: Finding that perfect shade of lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;  Saturday: Meeting 2 new friends and having an absolute blast, like we had known each forever.&lt;br /&gt;  Sunday: Finally watching the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;  Monday: Just knowing that all family drama will end eventually. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;  Tuesday: Being woke up at 7am by a 3 year old that just has to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Classes start in less than a week and I feel like I have no time to do anything at all. So both of my blogs may be seriously neglected for the next few weeks. I will update my &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog &lt;/a&gt;tomorrow. Seriously, I will try very hard. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109277047792726096?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109277047792726096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109277047792726096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/weapons-of-mass-seduction.html' title='Weapons of mass seduction.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109242668321451398</id><published>2004-08-13T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T15:51:23.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th.</title><content type='html'>. I'm not a superstitious girl, but last Friday the 13th was awful. One after another, bad things just kept happening. Ya think that is gonna make me stay home tonight ? Hell no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. So I have little time to do much of anything. But theres always time for a meme. I'll have a real update on Monday. For both blogs. Have a great weekend y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/four/"&gt;Friday Four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.13.04 ** Cue the scary music** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Do you have any phobias?&lt;/strong&gt; Not really. Some bugs freak me out. Driving used to freak me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What's your biggest fear?&lt;/strong&gt; Never figuring out what I want to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you participate in any superstitions?&lt;/strong&gt; Again, not really. If I ever rock a rocking chair with no one sitting in it, my mom screams her head off at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Why does the last person in Friday the 13th always find all the bodies?&lt;/strong&gt; Because... it is a movie. A pretty dumb one at that. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109242668321451398?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109242668321451398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109242668321451398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109232903068960506</id><published>2004-08-12T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T12:43:50.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you happy now?</title><content type='html'>. Wednesday's Happy Moment : Walking in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Thursday's Happy Moment : A visit from an old friend. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109232903068960506?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109232903068960506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109232903068960506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/are-you-happy-now.html' title='Are you happy now?'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109224154516072658</id><published>2004-08-11T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T22:23:58.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust.</title><content type='html'>. I had my niece and nephew all night last night, and all day today. It was quite hard to watch the last episode of &lt;em&gt;Outback Jack&lt;/em&gt;, but I caught most of it. I was fairly disappointed. But at least I followed through with the entire show. I'm just glad it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. My sister and her 2 kids moved in with my father and I today. I have mixed feelings about it all, but I do know that it will seriously cut down on my time on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'm tired, I'm hungry and I feel sickly. So I leave you with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Saw this over at &lt;a href="http://palmera.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daphne's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ANGER*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Who did you last get angry with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister. I choose not to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is your weapon of choice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose so. Self-defense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How about of the same sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have. I had to. Some girl attacked me in a parking lot one night. She was drunk and apparently didn't like me too well. The fight didn't last long because people jumped in to break it up. But I did I have a lovely bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What is your pet peeve?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it depends on the situation. I've kept one or two. Let a few go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SLOTH*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't done in a while?&lt;/strong&gt;Exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is the latest you've ever woken up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I've slept for 12 hours straight before. I don't remember exact times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What is the last lame excuse you made&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I can't see you tonight because I have to do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through (one of the long ones)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, can't say that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Zack was my alarm clock this morning. I didn't hit him, but I did try to coax him back to sleep. No such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*GLUTTONY*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one. I'm content with a Dr. Pepper or a Budweiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Meat eaters: white meat or dark?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can consume a tremendous amount of alcohol. No, I'm not bragging. I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you ever used a professional diet company?&lt;/strong&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you have an issue with your weight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you prefer sweets, salty, or spicy foods?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Have you ever looked at a small housepet or child and thought, "LUNCH"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. What the hell kind of question is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*LUST*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I plead insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. How many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that would sort of go along with the previous question. So yeah... still crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest of a member of your gender of choice during a normal conversation?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you "done it"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming that 'done it' means sex. So yeah, I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What is your favorite body part on a person of your gender of choice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Have you ever had to get tested for an STD or pregnancy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get tested every 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*GREED*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How many credit cards do you own?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to own 2. Now, I own none. Those things are bad for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What's your guilty pleasure store?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything to do with clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you had $1 million, what would you do with it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay school loans, house, car, shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Would you rather be rich or famous?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich. Fame is fickle. We all need money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Have you ever stolen anything?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. How many MP3s are on your hard drive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. It used to be over 1200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*PRIDE*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What's one thing you have done that you're most proud of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to school after several years. Raising my niece and nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What's one thing you have done that your parents are most proud of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being myself. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What's one thing you would like to accomplish in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abso-freaking-lutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What did you do today that you're proud of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the day with my niece and newphew. Helped my sister move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ENVY*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What item of your friends would you most want to have for your own?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have you ever been cheated on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Finally, what is your favorite deadly sin?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109224154516072658?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109224154516072658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109224154516072658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/lust.html' title='Lust.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109215445009671210</id><published>2004-08-10T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T12:18:12.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement day. </title><content type='html'>. The pain is mostly gone, it only hurts when I bend over or hit a pothole. Or something equally as stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. The last episode of &lt;a href="http://tbssuperstation.com/shows/outbackjack "&gt;Outback Jack &lt;/a&gt;is on tonight. I'm sad to see it be over, but oh well. In 2 weeks I'll be in class on Tuesday nights anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I know I said I wouldn't post a link to my &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog &lt;/a&gt;again. But I did update it. So sue me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Monday's Happy Thought: Actually being able to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;  Tuesday's Happy Thought: A long, hot bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'm so sick of judgemental people. Always thinking the worst. Always thinking that their way is the right way. The only way. I went to the DMV yesterday and had to listen to a lady ramble on for 20 minutes about how this other lady sitting nearby wasn't dressed appropiately. (No, it wasn't me) Why do some people have such superior attitudes? I mean, really... Why are some people so quick to judge? And who the hell said it was your place to judge in the first place? People like that really bug me. Is there a big book of right? And you read each and every page and so you know what is right and what isn't?  I don't think so. Its not just about the way you look. I hear people all the time judging others. For their looks, their lifestyles, their ideas, their beliefs. I finally got up and moved away from the lady but not before I looked calmly at her and said... "Keep the peace." LOL. I know... It just popped out of my mouth. I have no idea what I was thinking. I don't think I have ever said 'keep the peace' in my entire life. Don't ask me why it popped out at that particular time. &lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I know some things are just plain wrong. But for judging people that are in no way harming or affecting others is just friggin' ignorant. Not everyone has the same beliefs. Not everyone is gonna live life like you do. Just because it is different, does not mean it is wrong. People really do fear that which they do not understand. Fear makes people stupid. So... to all those people that think they have the RIGHT to judge everyone else. Keep the peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to say Fuck you. Or kiss my ass. But yeah... Ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109215445009671210?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109215445009671210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109215445009671210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/judgement-day.html' title='Judgement day. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109206293366155470</id><published>2004-08-09T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T10:53:58.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little pain. </title><content type='html'>. I posted something Friday and it just now showed up. Nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. The weekend was fine. Nothing exciting, just hanging out with friends. Drinking, dancing, laughing. Ya know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'm in pain. I've had problems with my ovaries for over 5 years now. Most of the time the pain is barely an issue. But twice, the pain was so bad that I had to be hospitalized. The pain isn't to that point yet, but I have a feeling that I will be. At first it feels like back pain. Like I pulled a muscle in my back, or slept funny in bed and it hurts to move. But I have medication. Hopefully the pain will be gone by tomorrow and there won't have to be a visit to the doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. My new obsesion: Watching sports on TV. Even golf, which usually bores me to death. Along with the fact that I rarely watch TV makes it all the more strange. In the last 2 weeks I have watched skateboarding, bmx biking, golf, volleyball, and old college football games. I am REALLY excited about watching the Olympics. But they start on a Friday and last for 2 weeks. Can you see me staying home on a Friday and sitting in front of the TV for 2 weeks? Ha. Thats what TIVO is for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I dont have TIVO. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. VCR. Yeah... VCR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Happy times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Saturday's Happy Moment - Pigging out at McDonalds and feeling no guilt. &lt;br /&gt;  Sunday's Happy Moment - Sunday dinner with 15 family members. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;. Monday's moment and an update for my other blog will come later. I know... the suspense is killing ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109206293366155470?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109206293366155470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109206293366155470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-little-pain.html' title='Just a little pain. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109181888569350924</id><published>2004-08-06T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T15:01:25.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my obsession.</title><content type='html'>. Went out last night. Nothing of interest to speak of. Just had fun with friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. The weekend is here and that is my &lt;strong&gt;Happy Thought &lt;/strong&gt;of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Obsessions :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current music obsession&lt;/strong&gt;: Tom Petty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current food obsession&lt;/strong&gt;: Pizza and cookies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current clothes obsession&lt;/strong&gt;: Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current makeup obsession&lt;/strong&gt;: Wet-n-wild lip gloss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current movie obsession&lt;/strong&gt;: Jaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current TV obsession&lt;/strong&gt;: Outback Jack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current random obsession&lt;/strong&gt;: Boys. And Booze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Thats all I have for today. I'm tired, yo. Have a great weekend, y'all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109181888569350924?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109181888569350924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109181888569350924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/youre-my-obsession.html' title='You&apos;re my obsession.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109172340708942740</id><published>2004-08-05T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T12:30:07.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have Adult A.D.D.</title><content type='html'>. Ok, maybe not Adult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Happy moment of the day : watching Dawson's Creek and eating yesterday's pizza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. For the one and only time, &lt;a href="http://naughtybynight.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is the link to my new blog. It is all about sex. So if you don't wanna read about it. Don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I love dogs. I hate dog hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. My keyboard needs to be dusted. Too many crumbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. My pants are too tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. My room smells. (like paint, ya sicko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. My big toe is bruised. I may be a bit clumsy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'm quite tired. I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0286106/"&gt;Signs&lt;/a&gt; again last night. I cannot watch creepy movies. I can't sleep for 2 days after viewing scary things. I see things in the shadows. I kept thinking I was seeing an alien hovering above me. So I kept my eyes closed as tightly as I could. Then I had to pee, when I opened my eyes, I saw the 2 little green lights from the VCR and I thought an alien was staring at me. I screamed. Woke up my friend. (I stayed with a friend last night. A girl. No we are not gay, but we are close enough that we aren't bothered by sleeping in the same bed.) This was the 3rd time that I woke her up already. At first I made her let me sleep by the door. Because the way I had it figured, if an alien was going to come after us, he would come through the window and I could run out the door and the alien would get her first. lol. The more I thought about it and the more I stared at the door, I figured the alien would come through the door. So I made her switch sides so I could be by the window and the alien would get her first. lol. I'm such a good friend. When I was little I slept in my parents bed until the double digits. I'm serious. And when they finally kicked me out of their bed, I slept outside their bedroom door. Finally, I talked my sister into letting me sleep with her. She kicked me out too. Finally, once I was in my own bed,  I figured that if I lined up all of my stuffed animals on either side of me that the aliens/monsters/ghosts/vampires/witches/boogie men would get my stuffed animals before they would get me. lol. I know... I'm warped. I did this until I was 15. Make fun of me and I will send the aliens after you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109172340708942740?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109172340708942740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109172340708942740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-think-i-have-adult-add.html' title='I think I have Adult A.D.D.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109172808292456787</id><published>2004-08-05T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T13:48:02.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing Meme Propagation In Blogspace: </title><content type='html'>Add Your Blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This posting is a community experiment that tests how a meme, represented by this blog posting, spreads across blogspace, physical space and time. It will help to show how ideas travel across blogs in space and time and how blogs are connected. It may also help to show which blogs (and aggregation sites) are most influential in the propagation of memes. The dataset from this experiment will be public, and can be located via Google (or Technorati) by doing a search for the GUID for this meme (below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join the test by adding your blog (see instructions, below) and inviting your friends to participate -- the more the better. The data from this test will be public and open; others may use it to visualize and study the connectedness of blogspace and the propagation of memes across blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GUID for this experiment is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as098398298250swg9e98929872525389t9987898tq98wteqtgaq62010920352598gawst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above GUID enables anyone to easily search Google or other search engines for all blogs that participate in this experiment, once they have indexed the sites that participate, which may take several days or weeks. To locate the full data set, just search for any sites that contain this GUID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone is free to analyze the data of this experiment. Please publicize your analysis of the data, and/or any comments by adding comments onto the original post (see URL above). (Note: it would be interesting to see a geographic map or a temporal animation, as well as a social network map of the propagation of this meme.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add your blog to this experiment, copy this entire posting to your blog, and then answer the questions below, substituting your own information, below, where appropriate. Other than answering the questions below, please do not alter the information, layout or format of this post in order to preserve the integrity of the data in this experiment (this will make it easier for searchers and automated bots to find and analyze the results later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REQUIRED FIELDS (Note: Replace the answers below with your own answers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) I found this experiment at URL: &lt;a href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Inn of the Last Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) I found it via "Newsreader Software" or "Browsing the Web" or "Searching the Web" or "An E-Mail Message": Browsing the Web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) I posted this experiment at URL: http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) I posted this on date (day/month/year): 05/08/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) I posted this at time (24 hour time): 9:35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) My posting location is (city, state, country): Parkersburg, West Virginia, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPTIONAL SURVEY FIELDS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) My blog is hosted by: Blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) My age is: 20something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) My gender is: Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) My occupation is: Student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11) I use the following RSS/Atom reader software: N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12) I use the following software to post to my blog: Blogger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(13) I have been blogging since (day, month, year): 03/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(14) My web browser is: IE 6.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15) My operating system is: Windows XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109172808292456787?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109172808292456787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109172808292456787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/testing-meme-propagation-in-blogspace.html' title='Testing Meme Propagation In Blogspace: '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109165941468231728</id><published>2004-08-04T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T18:43:34.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you wanna dance?</title><content type='html'>Happy thought of the day: Going out with friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Which is what I am about to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great hump day, ya'll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I've started a new blog. An... intimate blog. Details to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. No... I do not want to brag about my sex life. I just feel like it is a big part of me and I'd like to write about it. But I'm not gonna do it here, so I started a new one just for this reason. I know some of you do not want to read about my sex life. And you won't have to. Unless you wanna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Does anyone find it amusing that my name is Misty and one of my closest friends is named Rainy? No? Just me then. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109165941468231728?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109165941468231728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109165941468231728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/do-you-wanna-dance.html' title='Do you wanna dance?'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109156023628645446</id><published>2004-08-03T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T15:10:36.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The kindness of strangers.</title><content type='html'>. That is my happy thought of the day. Some people are just so thoughtful and caring that it blows my mind. Its amazing how someone that barely even knows me can be so nice and willing to help. If a person can be so understanding and helpful to a total stranger, imagine how lucky their loved ones are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friends, is a happy thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Now I'm going to paint my bedroom. A lovely blue that makes me think of the ocean. Then I'm going to put my mattress on the floor, right in the middle of the room with several big fluffy pillows. And that is just the beginning. Now I'm getting a Little Mermaid vibe. How much fun do you think would be made of me if I had a Little Mermaid bedroom? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That much... ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109156023628645446?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109156023628645446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109156023628645446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/kindness-of-strangers.html' title='The kindness of strangers.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109151357518423532</id><published>2004-08-03T02:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T02:12:55.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy, joy joy. </title><content type='html'>. Monday I didn't really do too much. Spent time with Zack and Halee again. Talked to my guidance counselor. Ate too much, again. Hung out with friends. Mainly my ex, which is a whole 'nother post altogether. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Outback Jack is on tonight. I love that show. Its so damn corny that it makes me giggle. And Jack is one fine looking man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I feel stuffed and tired. So... Maybe I'll just sleep for 12 consecutive hours... I wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Yes, I am hopping on the happy bandwagon. I saw this over at &lt;a href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Barry's&lt;/a&gt;...  The &lt;a href="http://www.prettypurpleprincess.net/"&gt;Purple Princess &lt;/a&gt;has issued a &lt;a href="http://www.prettypurpleprincess.net/archives/001547.html#001547"&gt;challenge&lt;/a&gt; To post one happy thought or moment each day in August. Since I started a few days late, here are mine for Sunday and Monday. Not today though, because it just began.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Happy moment : Sunday, August 1 : Spending half the day with Zachary.&lt;br /&gt;. Happy moment : Monday, August 2 : My niece saying...'I loves you Misty'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Saw this over at &lt;a href="http://lori.blog-city.com/"&gt;Lori's&lt;/a&gt;. Had to take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/Lorac/1035591933_CWINDOWSDesktoptempt.jpg" border="0" alt="Temptress"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a temptress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Lorac/quizzes/Which%20Ultimate%20Beautiful%20Woman%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109151357518423532?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109151357518423532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109151357518423532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='Happy happy, joy joy. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109145894299130806</id><published>2004-08-02T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T18:26:49.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To better understand, we must learn.</title><content type='html'>. What happened to July? It was here a minute ago. The summer is going by way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. The weekend is over. Le sigh. Friday I went out alone. Drank, played pool, had sex. (not alone) Ha. Yeah... its pretty sad when ya laugh at your own jokes, huh? Saturday was pretty much the same. Sunday afternoon I had Halee and Zack for 4 or 5 hours. After that I was almost ready to just go to bed. But I didn't. I went out again. Debauchery ensued. I know some of you want details, but thats not gonna happen here. Use your imagination... or &lt;a href="mailto:magicrazberi@aol.com"&gt;e-mail &lt;/a&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'm not going to go into detail about the reasons behind it, but... for 3 years I raised my nephew, Zack. I also raised Halee but for not quite that long. Zachary was born with &lt;a href="http://www.medicinenet.com/Microcephaly/article.htm"&gt;microcephaly&lt;/a&gt;. As in most cases of this disease, Zack was also born with developmental delay and mental retardation. From the time Zack was born, I could tell something wasn't right. He never cried. Ever. All the doctors and nurses told me that I should be thankful, not worried, that he didn't cry. Finally, after many repeated attempts to persuade his doctor to refer me to a specialist, Zack was diagnosed as being 'developmentally delayed'. It wasn't until months later, after finally getting Zack an appointment 2 states away in Kentucky's Shriner's Hospital, that Zack was finally diagnosed with microcephaly. In the beginning, the doctors told me that Zack's case was severe. That he would never walk. That he would never talk. That he would not even be able to hold his own head up. That his life expectancy was no more than 10 years. But I wasn't listening. I instantly put Zack in school. A school for special needs kids. I went with him too, of course. But the school wasn't what I expected. I expected to see kids like Zack. Every child in that class could walk. Zack could barely sit up. I cried. Right there in front of all the kids, teachers, and therapists. I cried. Hard. It was only the second time I had cried since finding out about Zack's condition. The first time was when they told me that he had microcephaly. I was with my mother and Zack's father. None of us cried. We were in shock, I think. I didn't want to cry in front of Zack. But as we started the long drive home, I heard his father start to cry in the backseat, I cried with him. Since that day, I never cried about it again. I wouldn't let myself. I had to be strong. I had to do what I could for Zack. I had to. Until that day in school. It all hit me at once. And I cried. After I regained my composure I realized that the class wasn't so bad. It was just what Zack needed. I also had a physical therapist come to the house 3 times a week. She was great and she taught me so many things so very well that I was able to do Zack's therapy myself. Eventually, Zack began to do things on his own. He couldn't talk, but he could sure as hell cry now. He couldn't walk but he gets where he wants to go. He scoots around on his butt. He can stand on his own now. He can pull himself up onto his bed. He can go anywhere he wants to. But he's still only 6 years old. Pretty good for a kid that wasn't even expected to sit up by himself. The last time we took Zack to Kentucky, they gave us more bad news. They told us that he would never walk or talk. That those are learned behaviors from birth to age 3 and that if he didn't learn it by the time he was 3 he never would. That's ok. I won't quit. Ever. I know what Zack is trying to tell me without words. We don't need 'em do we? I know my sentences are jumbled and I went back and forth so many times you probably got lost on this story, I'm sorry. Its an emotional subject. Those were 3 very rough years. Spending the day with Zack yesterday brought all those old memories back to me. But the reason for this post is mainly awareness. I think it is the saddest thing when a parent doesn't understand their own child's disease. I know most parents with a disabled child are very well educated on the matter. But I've met a few that aren't. Its a very scary thing. It leaves you with the sickest feeling in your stomach. These people need to educate themselves to better learn how to care for their special child. Read about it, talk about it, ask questions, ask for help. It is out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109145894299130806?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109145894299130806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109145894299130806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/to-better-understand-we-must-learn.html' title='To better understand, we must learn.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109137900519066371</id><published>2004-08-01T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T12:50:05.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;%*!&amp;</title><content type='html'>. I've been a bad, bad girl. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109137900519066371?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109137900519066371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109137900519066371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post.html' title='&amp;%*!&amp;'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109122268534985213</id><published>2004-07-30T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T17:24:45.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She'll leave you with a smile. </title><content type='html'>. The weekend has arrived. Don't ya just love it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'm on a diet. A boy diet. I've been good for an entire week. Yeah yeah... I know it isn't that long. But to me.. it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I went shopping with my mother today. And my niece, Halee. I bought another new pair of jeans, 2 shirts, 2 bottles of body spray, and a candle. Jasmine. Mmm. I ate french fries and drank a Dr. Pepper. I fought with Halee about who got to sit up front. lol. We both act like we're 3. But... she is 3. She won...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I have plans with friends Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I might just reschedule the plans for tonight and go out alone. I like my alone nights more and more. So I should definetly do it at least once a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I went out last night with a male friend. We drank, played pool, sang too loud, laughed too loud. But by midnight I told him that I was tired and I went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I don't have the energy to update further. So... 'til Monday. I leave you with this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you addicted to sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you regularly purchase sexually explicit magazines? &lt;br /&gt;2. Are you preoccupied with sex? &lt;br /&gt;3. Do you feel that your sexual behavior is abnormal? &lt;br /&gt;4. Do you often feel badly about your sexual behavior? &lt;br /&gt;5. Has your sexual behavior ever interfered with your family life? &lt;br /&gt;6. Have you been unable to stop your sexual behavior even though you know it's inappropriate? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered yes to any of these... you may have a problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I said yes 5 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Have a great weekend, ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109122268534985213?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109122268534985213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109122268534985213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/07/shell-leave-you-with-smile.html' title='She&apos;ll leave you with a smile. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109113172408017673</id><published>2004-07-29T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T16:08:44.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Theater Thursday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theaterthursday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Week 11 - My Life&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week the topic is YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) If there was a movie to be made about your life, what actor/actress would portray you? &lt;/strong&gt; I'd rather portray myself. But that would be kinda kooky, no?  So I guess I would want someone that is obviously talented but that also looks a bit like me. And that would be &lt;a href="http://www.actressarchives.com/display.php?g=mena&amp;img=mena12s.jpg"&gt;Mena Suvari&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) What actor/actress would portray your love interest? Your best friend?&lt;/strong&gt;   My love interest, ha. Vin Diesel would make a very nice fling. As would Jared Leto. And my best friend... that would be Heath Ledger. Accent and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) What would be the title of your film?&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes She Forgets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus) What moment of your life would be the highlight of this film?&lt;/strong&gt; Too many to choose from. I've had a rather eventful 20some years. It'd be a surprise. Yeah... you never see it coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to leave your name and blog link in the comments. If you don't have a blog, post your answers in the comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109113172408017673?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109113172408017673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109113172408017673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/07/theater-thursday_29.html' title='Theater Thursday.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109107363358336347</id><published>2004-07-28T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T00:00:33.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to come over. </title><content type='html'>. The last few days have been busy. Nothing exciting, just busy. Fall semester begins August 23rd. My schedule is so messed up. I thought my tuition issue had already been settled but apparently not. I still haven't received my letter saying that it is paid. I talked to my guidance counselor and she said I wasn't even registered for fall classes. What?!?!?! I did all of this crap at the end of the spring semester. Hello!!! Anywho...I think we got that part settled but I'm still leary about it. So I plan to bug her at least once a week until classes start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I saw an old friend yesterday. We've known each other since we were 5. We just don't hang out so much anymore. We had sex one time and one time only. Just one of those things that sometimes happen between friends. He looks at me today and says..."So, you wanna go half on an orgasm?" I looked at him and said simply..."We did that already and I didn't get my half." Ha. I can be so rude. He knows it was all in fun. He laughed. Don't yell at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Watching the Democratic National Convention coverage on television has been nothing if not annoying. The only part that has been surprising is listening to &lt;a href="http://www.obamablog.com/index.php"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/a&gt;. It amazes me beyond belief when a politician actually makes sense. Not only did I understand him, I was uplifted by him. His words were very inspiring and full of hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I cannot believe that it is Thursday already. This week has went by so fast. I feel like I haven't been home at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Nothing much planned for the weekend. Just the usual debauchery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Outback Jack: I don't think I can watch it again. It really stresses me out. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. My head aches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Song that I cannot get out of my head: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa Etheridge &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;I Want To Come Over&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I know you're home. You left your light on. You know I'm here. The night is thin. I know you're alone. I watched the car leave. Your lover is gone. Let me in. Open your back door. I just need to touch you once more. I want to come over to hell with the consequence. You told me you loved me that's all I believe. I want to come over it's a need I can't explain.To see you again. I want to come over. I know your friend. You told her about me. She filled you with fear. Some kind of sin. How can you turn denying the fire? Lover I burn. Let me in. Open your back door. I just need to touch you once more. I want to come over. To hell with the consequence. You told me you loved me. That's all I believe. I want to come over. It's a need I can't explain. To see you again. I want to come over. I know you're confused.I know that you're shaken. You think we'll be lost once we begin. I know you're weak. I know that you want me. Lover don't speak. Let me in. I want to come over. To hell with the consequence. You told me you loved me. That's all I believe. I want to come over. It's a need I can't explain. To see you again. I want to come over.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109107363358336347?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109107363358336347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109107363358336347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-want-to-come-over.html' title='I want to come over. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109086613965656058</id><published>2004-07-26T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T14:26:52.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's gonna drive ya home tonight?</title><content type='html'>. Thursday... I went out. I drank, I played pool, I had sex. Friday was the same. Just a different boy. I know, I know... I'm awful. Please don't send me evil e-mails. If you don't like what I write about, don't read it. I'm just being honest. This is &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; life. I practice safe sex. I'm over 21. And I am single. So please... no more e-mails. I respect your opinion, but not if you're gonna tell me that I'm going straight to hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Saturday I went to a party at a friend's house. One of my old friends I've known since childhood showed up. I only see him twice a year because he works all of the time. Out of town. We left the party and went to a club for a few hours. Then we went back to the party. This guy is one of a handful of male friends that I have that have never attempted to hit on me. Sure, he jokes about it all the time. But he's never tried anything. And even though he is hotter than hot, I am comforted by the fact that sex isn't an issue between us. He's going through a nasty divorce and I thought he might have been a little lonely and pressed the sex issue, but he didn't. And for that... I love him. He stayed over and I could have kissed him when he asked for a blanket and pillow so he could crash on the couch. But that would have defeated the purpose, huh? Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Sunday was about the same. Hung out with friends and just lounged around. Went to Burger King, and I ate an entire Whopper and fries. I could faintly hear my ass screaming... 'stop it'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Today I'm doing a whole lotta nothing. Looking for a new car. Thats about it. My sister keeps calling, wanting to use my computer because she crashed hers. Not only does she want to use it, she wants me to deliver it to her house. Can you say... NO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. And guess what? I'm hungry again. I'm not sure why I have this new obsession with food. But I feel the need to increase my Tae-Bo workouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I go back to school in less than a month. And I feel like I haven't done anything this summer. At all. I better get to it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109086613965656058?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109086613965656058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109086613965656058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/07/whos-gonna-drive-ya-home-tonight.html' title='Who&apos;s gonna drive ya home tonight?'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109059353355576407</id><published>2004-07-23T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T10:38:53.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A need I can't explain. </title><content type='html'>. Yeah, I went out last night. I'll elaborate Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'm too distracted to do a normal post. Normal, ha. What is normal? Let's not get into that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. So, I'm just gonna do a silly quiz. And post some lyrics. That is how I feel today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. The weekend has begun, so I am in a good mood. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Weak Inside&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Against All Authority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day in this broke down place &lt;br /&gt;The towers grow and the skies are slowly replaced &lt;br /&gt;With the cold gray structures that lay to waste &lt;br /&gt;Everything that stands in the way &lt;br /&gt;Stare at the ground as I walk on by &lt;br /&gt;You make me sick and I hate what I feel inside &lt;br /&gt;As I lobby for acceptance, you know I've tried &lt;br /&gt;Another life for you to nullify &lt;br /&gt;I'm weak inside because I see the shape of things to come &lt;br /&gt;I'm weak inside because I don't change what's begun &lt;br /&gt;I'm weak inside because I hate what I've become &lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling empty as I struggle with my thoughts each day &lt;br /&gt;Just a drone who contributes to his own decay &lt;br /&gt;An apathist who's sweat and blood grease the wheels for pay &lt;br /&gt;Just a whore for the puppeteer to whom I obey &lt;br /&gt;And nothing changes...No nothing changed today &lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and keep my mouth shut &lt;br /&gt;Why am I afraid to stand up and knock them down &lt;br /&gt;When I've been betrayed &lt;br /&gt;You've been conditioned to accept everything they say &lt;br /&gt;So I walk on but I start to stumble &lt;br /&gt;Through the ruins of a life that's troubled &lt;br /&gt;By the expectations I'm conditioned to struggle for &lt;br /&gt;My possessions leave me self-absorbed &lt;br /&gt;So many bombs I've left unblown &lt;br /&gt;The streets are crowded and I feel so all alone &lt;br /&gt;Stacking bricks that to this day remain unthrown &lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm the one to cast the first stone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041993475_StuffBadGF.gif" border="0" alt="You Suck ^-^"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Bad- You're the exact opposite of what any guy&lt;br&gt;wants or needs, unless he happens to need a&lt;br&gt;quick lay. You're cruel. You toy with people.&lt;br&gt;You're probably a bitch, and i don't think i'd&lt;br&gt;like you if i met you. Oh go screw a random&lt;br&gt;male already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. You've been warned, boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Have a great weekend, ya'll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109059353355576407?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109059353355576407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109059353355576407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/07/need-i-cant-explain_23.html' title='A need I can&apos;t explain. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109051845383099509</id><published>2004-07-22T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T13:56:12.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Theater Thursday. </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theaterthursday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Week 10 - Moments&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week's Theatre Thursday is dedicated to those Onscreen Moments that stay with you forever&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) What moment from what movie still makes you laugh out loud - no matter how many times you see it?&lt;/strong&gt; The part in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0315327/"&gt;Bruce Almighty&lt;/a&gt; when &lt;strong&gt;Jim Carrey &lt;/strong&gt;is making the anchorman blubber like an idiot on live TV. I laugh so hard that my friends make me leave the room because they can't hear the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) What moment from what movie still makes you cry like a baby - no matter how many times you see it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0191754/"&gt;28 Days&lt;/a&gt;. When&lt;strong&gt; Sandra Bullock &lt;/strong&gt;is talking to her sister. She says... "I'm sorry I make it so impossible to love me." It really hits home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) What moment from what movie made you actually turn your head from the screen - either in fear, revulsion, or contempt for the fact that you actually paid money to see the film?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0264616/"&gt;Frailty&lt;/a&gt;. The entire movie made me feel sick. I was in a daze for a week. I could not get the thought of it out of my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BONUS) What is one single moment from a film that is indelibly etched in your brain? Not a scene or a sequence exactly, but three or four seconds from a movie that contain an image or phrase or concept that transcends normal movies? &lt;/strong&gt;I know, I am the biggest nerd. But every minute of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092890/"&gt;Dirty Dancing &lt;/a&gt;is indelibly etched in my brain. Every second of it. I watched it when I was on the cusp of becoming a teenage girl. And we all know how teenage girls can be. To this day, when I watch it, its like watching it for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a Moment and answer these questions, and you'll feel you've flown across the moon.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to leave your name and site address in the comments!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109051845383099509?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109051845383099509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109051845383099509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/07/theater-thursday.html' title='Theater Thursday. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109048132735325572</id><published>2004-07-22T03:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T03:32:18.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess-a-hump.</title><content type='html'>My hump was a pillow. Not just any pillow, &lt;a href="http://www.giftbowtique.com/8152004pillow1.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; pillow. And if you're wondering what it means. It does reside on my bed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109048132735325572?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109048132735325572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109048132735325572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/07/guess-hump.html' title='Guess-a-hump.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109039364311978116</id><published>2004-07-21T03:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T03:12:36.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning like a candle at both ends. </title><content type='html'>. Ya know, I keep getting e-mails with requests to do an audio post. I really don't know why anyone wants to hear my voice. But I'll think about it. If anyone tells me I have an accent, I may have to hurt you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. No, I'm not gonna enlighten anyone about my Saturday. So, you can open your eyes now. I have been known to e-mail every now and then. But its really not that interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Ever been so bored that you start drooling on yourself?? &lt;a href="http://fun.from.hell.pl/2003-11-24/bubblewrap.swf"&gt;Me too&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I ripped my favorite pair of jeans. Ya know when ya finally find that perfect pair of jeans that hug your ass just right. So you wear them more than any other pair. Then they start to get that faded look. And ya like 'em even more. And they begin to develop small holes in the ass or ... somewhere. Then the small holes turn to bigger holes. Then eventually you have a hole so big that you could not possibly wear them out in public without being called a hoochie. Or something equally as pleasant. But as hard as you try, you just cannot throw them out. Today, I threw them out. Ahhh, the agony. So later, I am going shopping. And buying the exact same pair of jeans. If I can find them. And a new shirt. And a bra and panties. Maybe some perfume, and a lollipop. Hey, I'm mourning here. I deserve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. That's about all I've got for today. But it is hump day. So I'll do the... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bdinsanity.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Mind Hump&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Wednesday Mind Hump from our very own &lt;a href="http://fridayschild.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Friday&lt;/a&gt;! Thank you Susan, you're loved by many! xoxo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Wednesday is Moon Day&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;HEY&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;Pull your pants back up&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;strong&gt;Not that kind of moon&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 20th marks the anniversary of the first lunar landing in 1969. Did you know that the word&lt;/strong&gt; "lunacy" &lt;strong&gt;is derived from the word lunar because it was once believed that people would be intermittently insane due to the phases of the moon. Soooooo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... &lt;strong&gt;as a warm&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;up&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;using the letters &lt;/strong&gt;L-U-N-A-C-Y &lt;strong&gt;reveal six peculiar activities or rituals you do only at night &lt;/strong&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;something that other people might consider somewhat looney or at the very least, a little odd. Okie dokie smokie&lt;/strong&gt; --&lt;strong&gt; now that we're warmed up we're going to have a little fun with free association aka&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;I say &lt;/strong&gt;____, &lt;strong&gt;you think &lt;/strong&gt;___". &lt;strong&gt;Ready? Set? C'mon &lt;/strong&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;let's hump like crazy&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ighting incense. Jasmine. Mmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;nderpants. I don't wear 'em. lol. To bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ot totally naked. I do wear one of those button up men's shirts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;lways a radio playing. I cannot sleep without music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;andles. I have to sleep with that soft glow of a few small candles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;a know, my room kinda sounds like a bad porno fire hazard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. diamonds&lt;/strong&gt; : pearls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. night&lt;/strong&gt; : prowler &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. wrestle&lt;/strong&gt; : I used to love Hulk Hogan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04. blaze&lt;/strong&gt; : fire. ( there seems to be a theme to this post) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05. candlestick &lt;/strong&gt;: Lumiere. Ya know... from Beauty and the Beast. I loved his laugh. I do it at parties. I'm a big hit. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06. child&lt;/strong&gt; : infant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. tiptoe&lt;/strong&gt;: through the tulips &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. homemade&lt;/strong&gt;:apple pie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. zoom&lt;/strong&gt; : zoom zoom. hey zoom zoom zoom. (that commercial is always stuck in my head) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. joint&lt;/strong&gt; : pot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. polka&lt;/strong&gt; : dot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. rhythm &lt;/strong&gt;is gonna get ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back by popular demand&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;The Guess&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Hump&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think of an item &lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;any item&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;don't tell us what the item is. Now, describe that item in a brief paragraph &lt;/strong&gt;(the size, the color, etc) &lt;strong&gt;but don't give it away. Okay, now you're ready to hump it up! Replace the name of the item with the word&lt;/strong&gt; "hump". &lt;strong&gt;Other players will come to your blog and try to guess what your hump is. Tomorrow morning, add the answer to your hump and for big fun add a picture. If you don't have a camera do a Google image search&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Simple Sample &lt;/strong&gt;(you can be more creative than this): &lt;strong&gt;My hump is black. My hump has many places where I can put stuff. My hump is big. My hump has a strap &lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;what is my hump? Answer: My hump is my purse.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My hump is multi-colored. My hump is square and soft. My hump is fluffy. My hump has a picture on it. And... and... I suck at this. lol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There it is, the incredible Wednesday Mind Hump, brought to you by those &lt;/strong&gt;"one-sandwich-short-of-a-picnic" &lt;strong&gt;wenches over at BLOGDRIVE INSANITY&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109039364311978116?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109039364311978116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109039364311978116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/07/burning-like-candle-at-both-ends.html' title='Burning like a candle at both ends. '/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-109031837665858069</id><published>2004-07-20T06:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T06:12:56.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-destructive, much?</title><content type='html'>. The weekend was great. A very loooooong weekend, but great nonetheless. Hung out with old friends. Made new friends. And generally just had a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Friday I went to a club to meet up with a friend. From there we headed to another club that was hosting my sister's 10 year highschool reunion. Even though my sister happens to be older than I am, I was still friends with a lot of her classmates. I do believe I had one too many Yagerbombs, because I cannot remember half of the screen names and email addresses that I received from the reunion. We stayed at the club until it closed. From there, a group of about 12 of us went to a nearby friend's house. We played pool. We drank. We giggled. We jammed. We watched the sun come up. I didn't get home until 10am on Saturday morning. Still, I wasn't ready for bed. So I cleaned, I ate, I showered. I finally fell asleep at 2pm. I was supposed to meet a friend at 8pm that night. I didn't wake up until 9pm. I know, so irresponsible. I finally met my friend at 10pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I won't go into detail about my Saturday evening/Sunday morning. I don't think I am quite ready for advice and/or comments about what it is I am doing. I'm still too confused about it myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. The rest of Sunday and all of Monday was spent with friends. Drinking, laughing, talking, watching lame movies. I was also seen running back and forth... Checking my voicemail, and offline Yahoo messages for those 2 days, conversing with someone that I shouldn't even be talking to at all. All the while being heckled by my friends, that I am a twit. Still, I had a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Just when I think things are going back to normal. Just when I feel okay about everything again. Someone comes along that draws me in. Like a magnet. When I least expect it. When I least want and/or need it. As much as I know that it is wrong. As much as I know that it will never work. As much as I know that someone is going to get hurt. I cannot stop what has started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. My show is on tonight... Yeah, &lt;a href="http://tbs.tv/shows/outbackjack "&gt;Outback Jack&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. And this is how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist: Walter Egan Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Song: Magnet and Steel Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, ah&lt;br /&gt;Now, I told you so you ought to know (ooh,ooh,ah)&lt;br /&gt;It takes some time for a feeling to grow (ooh,ooh,ah)&lt;br /&gt;You're so close now I can't let you go (ooh,ooh,ah)&lt;br /&gt;And I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;With you I'm not shy to show the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;With you I might try my secrets to reveal&lt;br /&gt;For you are a magnet and I am steel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hope that I'll hold you for long (ooh,ooh,ah)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman who's lost in her song (ooh,ooh,ah)&lt;br /&gt;But the love that I feel is so strong (ooh,ooh,ah)&lt;br /&gt;And it can't be wrong&lt;br /&gt;With you I'm not shy to show the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;With you I might try my secrets to reveal&lt;br /&gt;For you are a magnet and I am steel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[break]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you I'm not shy to show the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;With you I might try my secrets to reveal&lt;br /&gt;For you are a magnet and I am steel&lt;br /&gt;For you are a magnet and I am steel&lt;br /&gt;For you are a magnet and I am steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-109031837665858069?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109031837665858069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/109031837665858069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/07/self-destructive-much.html' title='Self-destructive, much?'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686968.post-108998556510518932</id><published>2004-07-16T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T17:28:18.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I get bored.</title><content type='html'>I finished all the housework. Cooked and ate breakfast. Took a shower. Watched an episode of Buffy. And I even made 2 mix CD's. Now I'm bored. So I'm outta here for the weekend. Everyone had a good one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Had to take the pic down, it was blocking my blogroll.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya I was bored. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686968-108998556510518932?l=razberikisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/108998556510518932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686968/posts/default/108998556510518932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razberikisses.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-get-bored_16.html' title='I get bored.'/><author><name>misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415548724567821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v195/razberi/valentinesday_tn.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
