<?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-11074362</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:10:52.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons with your Host: Lesbionick</title><subtitle type='html'>Daily (maybe) important lessons no one needs you to know to survive.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></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-11074362.post-679152218850780724</id><published>2007-06-02T05:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T05:33:15.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>homophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rdWf2ze3CZ4/RkugrH90NiI/AAAAAAAABl4/RIHmjQMJK2M/s1600-h/chumbawamba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rdWf2ze3CZ4/RkugrH90NiI/AAAAAAAABl4/RIHmjQMJK2M/s1600-h/chumbawamba.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the true tale of a young gay man who was kicked to death outside a toilet in bradford ... homophobia ... up behind the bus-stop in the toilets off the street / there are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet / mixed in with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the floor / from the boy who got his head kicked in a night or two before // homophobia the worst disease / you can't love who you want to love in times like these / homophobia the worst disease / you can’t love who you want to love in times like these // in the pubs clubs and burgerbars breeding pens for pigs / alcohol testosterone and ignorance and fists / packs of hunting animals roam across the town / they find an easy victim and they punch him to the ground // homophobia the worst disease / you can’t love who you want to love in times like these // the siren of the ambulance the deadpan of the cops / chalk to mark the outline where the boy dropped / beware the holy trinity church and state and law / for every death the virus gets more deadly than before / homophobia the worst disease / you can’t love who you want to love in times like these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-679152218850780724?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/679152218850780724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=679152218850780724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/679152218850780724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/679152218850780724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2007/06/homophobia.html' title='homophobia'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rdWf2ze3CZ4/RkugrH90NiI/AAAAAAAABl4/RIHmjQMJK2M/s72-c/chumbawamba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-4183349814974807779</id><published>2007-06-02T05:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T05:26:46.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching you watching me</title><content type='html'>Pan's Labrynth - if you really want to see an exceptional movie (and don't mind reading subtitles) I suggest purchasing this film which was just released on DVD on May 22nd. One of the best movies I've ever seen, too scary for small children but worth watching as a teen/family film and not just a kid's film with some adult content thrown in. Thumbs way up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lucky you -if you didn't pay 7 bucks to see this film. They tried to make it date friendly by mixing poker with romance and heartfelt family drama, but it ended up disappointing on both sides and seeming too long. Thumb at horizon. I recommend Rounders as better option at the rental store.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Next - Nicolas Cage is not always my favorite actor but his charactor seems rather well suited for the role this time. A man that can see just a little into the future trying to figure out how to be a good person and not hurt others around him. Thumbs up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-4183349814974807779?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/4183349814974807779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=4183349814974807779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/4183349814974807779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/4183349814974807779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2007/06/watching-you-watching-me.html' title='Watching you watching me'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-1906377316544484043</id><published>2007-06-02T04:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T04:22:34.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk I been doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jigzone.com/z.php?i=82055D51D95D&amp;amp;z=22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jigzone.com/im/pCut/22.png" alt="Click to Mix and Solve" style="width:400px;height:300px;margin:4px;padding:0;border:1px solid #999;background:transparent url(http://www.jigzone.com/puz/zemThumb.php?p.jz.jz9.Scrabble:jpg)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-1906377316544484043?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/1906377316544484043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=1906377316544484043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/1906377316544484043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/1906377316544484043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2007/06/junk-i-been-doing.html' title='Junk I been doing'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-117670448567137671</id><published>2007-04-16T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T01:21:25.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Dates in April!!</title><content type='html'>April 12 - Look Up At The Sky Day&lt;br /&gt;April 13 - Blame Somebody Else Day&lt;br /&gt;April 14 - National Pecan Day&lt;br /&gt;April 15 - Rubber Eraser Day&lt;br /&gt;April 16 - National Eggs Benedict Day&lt;br /&gt;April 17 - National Cheeseball Day&lt;br /&gt;April 18 - International Jugglers Day&lt;br /&gt;April 19 - Garlic Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to breakfast after work in a few hours to celebrate. Anyone wanna join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-117670448567137671?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/117670448567137671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=117670448567137671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/117670448567137671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/117670448567137671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2007/04/important-dates-in-april.html' title='Important Dates in April!!'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-117172861560371290</id><published>2007-02-17T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:10:15.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Man</title><content type='html'>Oscar!  It's that time of year for useless awards to tell overpaid people what the box office results can not &lt;br /&gt;or will not. Who love's ya baby? Almost all of the movies that got a nomination I've seen. Heck, I wouldn't be imformative if I didn't. So here's my random, useless guesses for the winners... usually incorrect cause I like good quality movies instead of blockbuster drivel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreign stuff, costuming and special effects should all be won by Pan's Labrynth. Musical stuff: DreamGirls. Animation: Monster House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Supporting Actress I think is a toss up, I feel Abigal Breslin is a little too young to win even though her portrayal in Little Miss Sunshine was excellant. Adriana Barraza and Rinko Kikuchi, both from Babel, will split the votes and the award will go to someone entirely less deserving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Actress: There has been so much hubbub about Penelope Cruz in Volver that I think she will steal it right out from under Judi Dench in the rarely seen Notes on a Scandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Supporting Actor: Another grabbag, but I'm hoping for Djimon Hounsou for Blood Diamond or *crossing fingers* Alan Arkin as the swearing, drug abusing then DOA grandfather in Little Miss Sunshine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Actor: I love Will Smith, don't get me wrong, but his charactor was comparitively bland in his feel good role in the Pursuit of Happyness. Or I suppose the deciding panel will say it looked effortless and give him the golden man. Instead I would prefer Ryan Gosling as he really made you feel torn with his crack using teacher telling his students to stay off drugs, Forest Whitaker really makes you fear the possibility of dictatorship in the Last King of Scotland, and Peter O'Toole is amazingly Peter O'Toole and then some as a dirty bird in the sleeper unknown film Venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Picture: I'm sure it has no chance against the heavyweights but I still like Little Miss Sunshine. So sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Director: You know how sometimes when someone should have gotten something before and didn't, they give it to them later when they really didn't deserve it? I think that will be the case this time around with Martin Scorsese and The Departed. I'll keep my chin up and hope for Alejandro Gonzalez for Babel or Clint Eastwood for Letters from Iwo Jima instead... but no breathholding as I can't call in dead for work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's my ten cents. Keep watchin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-117172861560371290?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/117172861560371290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=117172861560371290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/117172861560371290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/117172861560371290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2007/02/golden-man.html' title='The Golden Man'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-117172844743120699</id><published>2007-02-17T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:07:27.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines day suckers!</title><content type='html'>Yep I was gone... mostly due to broomball. Playing two to four times a week takes up a lot of time. That's over now though. Playoffs were this week. Needless to say my main team didn't get very far. Sad. Now we'll just play once a weekish until there's no ice. The other reasons were all work or illness/injury related. It happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day was spent working late, then sleeping, then working. I did get a box of chocolates though from the kid I'm a Big Sister for.... he's sweet. And geez does that boy like Old Country Buffet. Seriously now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and don't you hate when someone is supposed to meet you for lunch and they say "I can't make it cause I have to deal with my past" and then the cellphone bill shows they were traveling south at the time...ending up somewhere in Florida. Life is so funny sometimes. Even when it's not to me, it's always someone I know and usually related to hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping up the status quOH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-117172844743120699?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/117172844743120699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=117172844743120699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/117172844743120699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/117172844743120699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-suckers.html' title='Happy Valentines day suckers!'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-116850294193197695</id><published>2007-01-11T02:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T02:09:01.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh and another thing....</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna hear a peep about how I don't post. Neither do you. And comments sometimes suck... for &lt;a href="http://theonlinephotographer.blogspot.com/2007/01/blogging-on-beautiful-spring-day.html"&gt;example&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-116850294193197695?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/116850294193197695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=116850294193197695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116850294193197695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116850294193197695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-and-another-thing.html' title='Oh and another thing....'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-116850250532570945</id><published>2007-01-11T01:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T02:01:45.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like one of those annoying Christmas letters...</title><content type='html'>SO like, Happy Holidays and all that. Mine were nice enough. Thanksgiving okay, thought I had to eat small cause I was going to more than one, turned out I ended up starving cause there was no consumable food. There was Big Brother Big Sister open house I went to with my Little which was nice. Xmas at auntie's (mom's side) was good, mom of course almost an hour late. Xmas Day different auntie's (dad's side) tasty fare. No steal a gift this year (thank gawd) but played CRL instead. I won a round in fact. The ultimate gift certificate: cash. NYE weather sucked and the drive was too long. Talk of staging a revolt for 2007/2008 but so far I don't forsee it happening to bring it back into town. No quorum at monthly poker night. Brother's birthday. He was quite snockered. The ABC trolls were a success. Soccor is finally over (at least for me) but Broomball slow to start cause there's no ice on the Lake where we play. Only practices so far, no games. SAD. Going on crazy movie marathon on Friday, can hardly wait. Sunday nights back on track (holidays were on Sundays so there was two week break). Still trying to be friends with the ex. FOr the sake of the team. I think the new thing has fizzled, it was at least weird last time we talked. Which has now been a few days. Work has been sucking and I have a bunch of training and mandatory 12 hour shifts coming up which isn't going to assist with the personal life at all. I'm burnt out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-116850250532570945?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/116850250532570945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=116850250532570945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116850250532570945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116850250532570945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2007/01/like-one-of-those-annoying-christmas.html' title='Like one of those annoying Christmas letters...'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-116850170390740638</id><published>2007-01-11T01:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T01:48:23.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, if you only knew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;You have a sexual IQ of 131&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizuniverse.com/brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to sex, you are a super genius.  You have had a lot of experience, and sex interests you so you know a lot about it.  You pride yourself on being a source of information and guidance to all of your friends.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com/quiz.php?id=38"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com"&gt;QuizUniverse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-116850170390740638?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/116850170390740638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=116850170390740638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116850170390740638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116850170390740638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2007/01/um-if-you-only-knew.html' title='Um, if you only knew.'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-116367304167247184</id><published>2006-11-16T04:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T04:30:41.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I get how long after surgery?!?!</title><content type='html'>I know I sent individual emails to some of you but I thought this garnered repeating in a public forum as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click on the website below to vote against the insurance companies trying to make mastectomies and out-patient procedure.  You don't have to put in your email address, even though it says it's required. Just your first and last name and zip code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mastectomy Hospital Bill in Congress &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know anyone who has had a mastectomy, you may know that there is a lot of discomfort and pain afterwards. Insurance companies are trying to make mastectomies an outpatient procedure. Let's give women the chance to recover properly in the hospital for 2 days after surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mastectomy Bill in Congress &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes 2 seconds to do this and is very important...please take the time and do it really quick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breast Cancer Hospitalization Bill - Important legislation for all women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send this to everyone in your address book. If there was ever a time when our voices and choices should be heard, this is one of those times. If you're receiving this, it's because I think you will take the 30 seconds to go to vote on this issue and send it on to others you know who will do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;There's a bill called the Breast Cancer Patient Protection Act which will require insurance companies to cover a minimum 48-hour hospital stay for patients undergoing a mastectomy. It's about eliminating the "drive-through mastectomy" where women are forced to go home just a few hours after surgery, against the wishes of their doctor, still groggy from anesthesia and sometimes with drainage tubes still attached. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifetime Television has put this bill on their web page with a petition drive to show your support. Last year over half the House signed on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE!! Sign the petition by clicking on the web site below. You need not give more than your name and zip code number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lifetimetv.com/health/breast_mastectomy_pledgehtml &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This takes about 2 seconds. PLEASE PASS THIS ON to your friends and family, and on behalf of all women, THANKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-116367304167247184?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/116367304167247184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=116367304167247184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116367304167247184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116367304167247184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-get-how-long-after-surgery.html' title='I get how long after surgery?!?!'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-116336567504733078</id><published>2006-11-12T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:07:55.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leo all the way (almost)</title><content type='html'>I've often said I'm as Leo as you can get if you believe in those types of things. Nice to have confirmation. I'm gonna take it again and see if the one question I waffled on makes a difference hahhaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 93% Leo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howleoareyouquiz/leo.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howleoareyouquiz/"&gt;How Leo Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-116336567504733078?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/116336567504733078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=116336567504733078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116336567504733078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116336567504733078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/11/leo-all-way-almost.html' title='Leo all the way (almost)'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-116324659739512512</id><published>2006-11-11T05:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:03:17.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More craptastic questions of info that you don't need</title><content type='html'>1. How old will you be in five years?&lt;br /&gt;39. Oh geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What month is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;509&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you look forward to most in the next 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;start of real broomball season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the last movie you saw and with who?&lt;br /&gt;The corporation, by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who is the last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;One of the K's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;Little Nate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the last text message you received?&lt;br /&gt;I've never gotten a text msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;br /&gt;Call I guess since I don't have text messaging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;2 poochies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What were you doing at 12am last night?&lt;br /&gt;Working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are your parents married/separated/divorced?&lt;br /&gt;Never married. Unusual apparantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When is the last time you saw your dad?&lt;br /&gt;about 7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. what color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;0535 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;jeans boots socks shirt over tank top undergear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What's your favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph I dunno...I have a bunch of altered lyric ones from private school actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;In a movie theatre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Where is your least favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where would you go if you could go anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Just random drifting traveling maybe, still never got to Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;i really have no solid idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you burn or tan?&lt;br /&gt;burn, peels off into tan if it's a good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno, I round the clock police protection so I felt pretty invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Karen of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many TVs do you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;wait the whole house? three &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How big is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;full but the dogs only give me a couple inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you have a laptop or desktop computer?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What food are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;none I just ate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What color are your sheets?&lt;br /&gt;greyblue and white stripes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;br /&gt;Two techinically...one's not a regular pillow tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;I like em all for different reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What do you like about fall?&lt;br /&gt;Finally cooler but not cold. Leaves changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What do you like about winter?&lt;br /&gt;Broomball, snowball fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What do you like about summer?&lt;br /&gt;I actually see the sunshine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What do you like about spring?&lt;br /&gt;Warmer, everyone all excited and happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?&lt;br /&gt;barefoot I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Are you a social person?&lt;br /&gt;quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Samosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What is your favorite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;tough one I like to eat. Maybe Cheng Heng right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What is your favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Don't like ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What is your favorite band?&lt;br /&gt;Changes Daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What is your favorite kind of soup?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is tasty that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB &amp; J sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;strawberry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like Chinese food?&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average?&lt;br /&gt;not enough. prob 4-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What do you drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;nothing that's bedtime. Don't wanna wake up having to go real bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;br /&gt;Naw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you know to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and not just Hold 'Em baloney either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Have you ever been to Canada?&lt;br /&gt;yep motorcycle roadtrip twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you have an addictive personality?&lt;br /&gt;maybe a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Do you eat out or at home more often?&lt;br /&gt;Probably out, even tho I love to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of close but not same day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;I used to say yes, now I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you speak another language?&lt;br /&gt;Several, poorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Have you ever gotten stitches?&lt;br /&gt;nope, luck of the tomboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?&lt;br /&gt;Yes but not with someone I knew or for myself, twas for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seats?&lt;br /&gt;depends on what there is to see, I like the leg room tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Do you know how to drive standard?&lt;br /&gt;If you mean manual, yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?&lt;br /&gt;Food, CD's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you wear any jewelry 24/7?&lt;br /&gt;some of my earrings never come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno, maybe Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Can you roll your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-116324659739512512?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/116324659739512512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=116324659739512512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116324659739512512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116324659739512512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-craptastic-questions-of-info-that.html' title='More craptastic questions of info that you don&apos;t need'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-116309917845409050</id><published>2006-11-09T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:06:18.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well that's fine but....</title><content type='html'>Can I just say that results should not add up to 250% of a total?&lt;br /&gt;Well nothing I can do about that I guess. I must be thinking girlie after being with all the guys at my pen collecting class. Um, oops did I admit that out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1142421806188742sdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Female&lt;/b&gt;. Being mostly female by thought, is even though (still) considered inferior to masculinity in Western culture, a good thing in many ways:By definition it means that you are more creative, and sensitive towards your environment, enabling you to express yourself freely.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Female&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='64' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;64%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Either&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='61' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;61%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Male&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='57' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;57%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Neither&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='43' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;43%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=105370'&gt;Should you be MALE or FEMALE?*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-116309917845409050?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/116309917845409050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=116309917845409050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116309917845409050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116309917845409050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-thats-fine-but.html' title='Well that&apos;s fine but....'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-116229038271019509</id><published>2006-10-31T04:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T04:26:22.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloweenie!</title><content type='html'>On Friday I hung out with my little brother and after doing his homework we went to Savers to pick out supplies for his Halloween costume. After finding a sheet that was white enough and cheap enough we went to supper with my dad, then went back to house to construct the bestest ghost costume ever! Used the cut off edges to make a little belt thing to hold it in place (I had it when the eyeholes slip out of place) and then you can run around and have it flap in the wind without blowing off. Perfecto. I took some photos I'll try to put one up later if I can. And then last night at Targhetto I found the perfect trick or treat bucket... soft plushy ghost! TOo cute. Have the block club bonfire tonight and two other houses that I know of that are going to have some treaties. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-116229038271019509?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/116229038271019509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=116229038271019509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116229038271019509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116229038271019509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloweenie.html' title='Happy Halloweenie!'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-116229008406346419</id><published>2006-10-30T18:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T04:21:24.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish the line...</title><content type='html'>1. Cigarettes: make your mouth taste like an ashtray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kiss: me I'm cute! HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationships: are something that befuddle me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Crack: is too often seen on plumber behinds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Food: is my blankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. President: I didn't vote for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. War: shouldn't be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Cars: suck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Gas Prices: make me laugh! MOOHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Halloween: Will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Bon Jovi: is the first big concert I went to (I won't say what year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Religion: NOYB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. MySpace: Sometimes blows chunks, but let someone I'd lost find me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Worst fear: Running out of ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Marriage: for all... let everyone be miserable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Paris Hilton: couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Brunettes: have more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Redheads: are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Politics: gut wrennching right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22: Pass the time: dink around online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. One night stands: way in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Mobile Phone: don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Pet Peeves: tardiness, making promises you don't/won't/can't keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Pixie Stix: not in awhile but I remember fondly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Vanilla ice cream: is nasty like most ice cream is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Porta Potties: I will if I have to, but prefer not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. High school: not the greatest time of my life but I don't think I would change the experiences, they made me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Pajamas: almost every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Wood: is nice for carving or burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Wet Socks : must come off immediatly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Pictures: are nice but don't show the essence of a person/thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Makes you happy: good movies, good friends, afternoon naps w/ my poochies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-116229008406346419?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/116229008406346419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=116229008406346419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116229008406346419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116229008406346419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/10/finish-line.html' title='Finish the line...'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-116185261956451817</id><published>2006-10-26T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T03:51:28.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I do survive...apparantly a lot of things</title><content type='html'>[1] I have eaten more than 5 meals a day.&lt;br /&gt;[2] I have read a lot of books.&lt;br /&gt;[3 ] I have been on some sort of varsity team.&lt;br /&gt;[4] I have run more than 2 miles without stopping.&lt;br /&gt;[5] I have been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[6] I have watched cartoons for hours.&lt;br /&gt;[7] I have tripped UP the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have fallen down an entire flight of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[8] I have been snowboarding/skiing.&lt;br /&gt;[9] I have played ping pong.&lt;br /&gt;[10] I swam in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been on a whale watch.&lt;br /&gt;[11] I have seen fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[12] I have almost drowned.&lt;br /&gt;[13] I have been so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;[14] I have listened to one cd over &amp; over &amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have had stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[15] I have been on the honor roll.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have had frostbite.&lt;br /&gt;[16] I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there&lt;br /&gt;[20] I have stayed up til 2 doing homework/projects. (and later)&lt;br /&gt;[21] I currently have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[22] I have been ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;[23] I have been rollerblading.&lt;br /&gt;[24] have fallen flat on my face.&lt;br /&gt;[25] have tripped over my own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;[Hmmm sort of 26] I have been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[27] I have played videogames for more than 3 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;[28] I have watched the power rangers.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I do attend Church regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[29] I have played truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;[30] I have already had my 16th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[31] I have already had my 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[32] I've lost weight since one year ago.&lt;br /&gt;[33] I've called someone stupid and meant it&lt;br /&gt;[34] I've been in a verbal argument.&lt;br /&gt;[35] I've cried in school.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played on a paintball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played baseball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[36] I've played football on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[37] I've played soccer on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've ran on a XC on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[38] I've played softball on a team. &lt;br /&gt;[] I've played volleyball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played tennis on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[]I've been on a track team.&lt;br /&gt;[39] I've been swimming more than 20 times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've climbed a rock wall.&lt;br /&gt;[40] I've lost more than $20.&lt;br /&gt;[41] I've called myself an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;[42] I've called someone else an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;[43] I've cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;[44] I've had (or have) pets.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've owned a spice girls cd.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've owned a Britney Spears cd&lt;br /&gt;[] I've owned an N*Sync cd.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've owned a backstreet boys cd.&lt;br /&gt;[45] I've mooned someone.&lt;br /&gt;[46] I've sworn at someone in authority.&lt;br /&gt;[47] I've been in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;[48] I've been on TV.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;[49] I've eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[50] I've been on the other side of a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;[51] I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've watched all of the Harry Potter movies.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've watched all of the Rocky movies.&lt;br /&gt;[52] I've watched the 3 stooges.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've watched Newlyweds Nick and Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;[53] I've watched looney tunes&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been stuffed into a locker.&lt;br /&gt;[53] I've been called a geek.&lt;br /&gt;[54] I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade on it.&lt;br /&gt;[55] I've not studied at all for a test and ace'd it.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've hugged my mom within the past 24 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;[56] I've hugged my dad within the past 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;[57] I've met a celebrity/music artist.&lt;br /&gt;[58] I've written poetry&lt;br /&gt;[59] I've been attracted to someone much older than me.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been tickled till I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've tickled someone else until they cried.&lt;br /&gt;[60] I've had/have siblings.&lt;br /&gt;[61] I've been to a rock concert.&lt;br /&gt;[62] I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;[63] I've been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been picked last in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been picked first in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;[64] I've been picked in that middle-range in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;[65] I've cried in front of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;[66] I've read a book longer than 1,000 pages.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played Halo 2.&lt;br /&gt;[67] I've freaked out over a sports game.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Alaska&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to China.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Spain.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;[68] I've had a fight with someone on AIM.&lt;br /&gt;[69] I've had a fight with someone face-to-face.&lt;br /&gt;[70] I've had serious converstations on any IM. (but really said let's meet)&lt;br /&gt;[71] I've forgiven someone whos done something wrong to me.&lt;br /&gt;[72] I've been forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've screamed at a scary movie.&lt;br /&gt;[73] I've cried at a chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;[74] I've watched a lot of action movies.&lt;br /&gt;[75] I've screamed at the top of my lungs. (Won the contest too!)&lt;br /&gt;[76] I've been to a rap concert.&lt;br /&gt;[77] I've been to a hip hop concert.&lt;br /&gt;[78] I've lived in more than 2 houses.&lt;br /&gt;[79] I've driven on the highway&lt;br /&gt;[80] I've driven more than 40 miles in a day (Heck I've biked more than that!)&lt;br /&gt;[80] I've been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;[] I've done drugs. &lt;br /&gt;[81] I've been homesick.&lt;br /&gt;[82] I've thrown up&lt;br /&gt;[] I've puked all over someone.&lt;br /&gt;[83] I've been horseback riding.&lt;br /&gt;[84] I've filled out more than 10 myspace surveys.&lt;br /&gt;[85] I've spoken my mind in public.&lt;br /&gt;[86] I've proved someone wrong&lt;br /&gt;[87] I've been proven wrong by someone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've broken a leg.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've broken an arm.&lt;br /&gt;[88] I've fallen off a swing.&lt;br /&gt;[89] I've swung on a swing for more than 30 mins straight.&lt;br /&gt;[90] I've forgotten my backpack when I've gone to school.&lt;br /&gt;[91] I've lost my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;[92] I've come close to dying.&lt;br /&gt;[93] I've seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;[94] I've known someone who has died.&lt;br /&gt;[95] I've wanted to be an actor/actress at some point.&lt;br /&gt;[96] I've forgotten to brush my teeth some mornings.&lt;br /&gt;[97] I've taken something/someone for granted.&lt;br /&gt;[98] I've realized how good my life is.&lt;br /&gt;[99] I've counted my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;[100] I've made fun of a classmate.&lt;br /&gt;[101] I've been on a date.&lt;br /&gt;[102] I've been on a date with someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;[103]i've been asked out by someone and I said no.&lt;br /&gt;[104]I've asked someone on a date and was turned down.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I've slapped someone in the face.&lt;br /&gt;[105]I've been skateboarding.&lt;br /&gt;[106]I've been backstabbed by someone I thought was a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[107]I've lied to someone to their face.&lt;br /&gt;[108]I've told a little white lie.&lt;br /&gt;[109]I've taken a day off from school just so I don't go insane.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've fainted.&lt;br /&gt;[110]I've had an argument with someone about whether-cheerleading is a sport or not.&lt;br /&gt;[111]I've pushed someone into a pool&lt;br /&gt;[112]I've fallen for someone who I can't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repost this saying "I have survived (number)/160 things"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-116185261956451817?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/116185261956451817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=116185261956451817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116185261956451817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116185261956451817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-i-do-surviveapparantly-lot-of.html' title='Well I do survive...apparantly a lot of things'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-116027629866167784</id><published>2006-10-07T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:58:18.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where were you when....</title><content type='html'>Two years ago today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old were you? 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go to school? Thompson Direct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you work? City of (*removed) and Landmark Theatres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you live? Same place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you hang out? At work mostly then Maxwell's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your hair style? Shaved then growing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wear glasses? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were your close friends? same as now mostly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your regular-person crush?: Str8 chick..but it was under control. Cultivated a boy's crush on me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many tattoos did you have?: same as now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many piercings did you have?: same as now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What car did you drive? 97 GMC Sierra 1500 with the leather interior, running boards, cargo lights... the works. Also had a convertible, 66 Mustang and 6 motorcycles back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your worst fear? Being Single forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you drank yet?: very much so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you been arrested? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had your heart broken? Hmmm, I guess I'll say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter? Single and feeling ready to look around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**HA HA HA!!! LETS SEE WHAT YOU ARE NOW !!!!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you?: 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you work? For the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?: In the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you hang out? the 19! and Chatterbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glasses? Still No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hairstyle? Shaved again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best friend(s)? That's changed for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still talk to any of your old friends? yeah of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you drank yet? still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your current interest? Whatever cutie is walking by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many piercings? same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many tattoos?: same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car do you have? NONE!! =) And that's a good thing. Still 5 motorcycles tho, and the Mustang. Anyone wanna classic car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear? Needing surgery on my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been arrested since? If so how many times total? Still No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has your heart been broken? Not anymore than previously. I'd say quite a bit more healed in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter: Taken but suddenly unsure of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-116027629866167784?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/116027629866167784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=116027629866167784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116027629866167784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116027629866167784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-were-you-when.html' title='Where were you when....'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-116012633569864145</id><published>2006-10-06T04:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T04:18:55.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh and my excuse is....</title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting much again... this time my excuse is that I'm on restrictions for a Repetitive Stress Injury. Drugs, physical thearapy, the whole kabob. So there. Be patient, and I love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-116012633569864145?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/116012633569864145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=116012633569864145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116012633569864145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116012633569864145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-and-my-excuse-is.html' title='Oh and my excuse is....'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-116012625560659850</id><published>2006-10-06T04:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T04:17:35.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating is fun! (for others - not me)</title><content type='html'>And so is being the Yenta for other lovely women in the Twin Cities area. Lately I have hosted a singles picnic (in the rain) a rescheduled singles picnic (in the rain but not as much and had some cloudless time before the precipitation). Went to a dance on Friday night and had two current members come in and pick out some women and two new signups. And on saturday went to a Casino dance party and had two and a half new people sign up. Would have had more if I had more profiles. I ran out! Then I had to carry the heaviest box to the bus stop to get it back to the coffee shop where we keep them. Of course the scheduled volunteer didn't show up! GRRR. So I had to sit there... not like that was the worst thing but it was a pain in the tuckus. Another two members came in to update thier profiles and two more to look at the books. Seems like people are getting ready to snuggle in for the winter hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My snuggling is still going okay. Tomorrow I have to meet the "BEST FRIEND"... (play suspensful music) we'll see how that test goes. Hey, I passed the parent test with flying colors so there's still hope for me yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have other friends getting married next weekend. I have high hopes for that to be a pleasant experience. Plus the girlfriend can pass the "Overprotective Brother" test. That should be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-116012625560659850?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/116012625560659850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=116012625560659850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116012625560659850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/116012625560659850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/10/dating-is-fun-for-others-not-me.html' title='Dating is fun! (for others - not me)'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115873112031072149</id><published>2006-09-20T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T00:51:46.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All things considered...</title><content type='html'>Yep, I've been vacationing, socializing, planning events (singles picnic redux this saturday!!) and reconnecting with my Bolder Options girl. And not posting. I got the city inspector off my back once again. The dogs are well. I've been bike riding a ton, and not posting. Chicka is well, and I'm busy trying to get her addicted to Gilmore Girls the way that I am. Would sure make our combined loitering a lot easier! Speaking of which the new season starts next Tuesday! I'm so very excited about that. It's the little things. Speaking of little things, I have officially used the G word to introduce my galpal to some old friends and it was well recieved on her end. So some progress even though we're still so different we have a miscommunication of a semi-severe magnatude about once a week. I guess I never thought about what kind of assumptions people make about each other based on the littlest things from the past. Nothing severe, just city mouse country mouse kinda things. There's still hope I think. After all we did just accidently sail past three months of official which is kind of a record for me. Aprroaching a year ago that I met her. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue, the &lt;a href="http://www.bolderoptions.org/dash.html"&gt;big bike ride &lt;/a&gt;for Bolder Options is this saturday morning. I apparantly don't get to sleep that day, or at least just in little fits and starts. But I'm excited to being doing it nonetheless. Hopefully it won't be too cold or rainy like last year. And dad doesn't work so I can borrow the car to pick her and the bikes up and bring to the starting line. Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115873112031072149?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115873112031072149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115873112031072149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115873112031072149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115873112031072149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-things-considered.html' title='All things considered...'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115872948983238746</id><published>2006-09-20T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T00:18:09.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Maven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4446/883/1600/Crank-2%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4446/883/320/Crank-2%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Sunshine has so much going on in this fantastic movie that I don't even know what to focus on! There's a strange family that's doing everything they can to keep together and support each other's odd and yet endearing lives. The cast, including Steve Cavell (40YO Virgin, American version of "The Office"), Greg Kinnear (As Good as it Gets), and some relative newcomers, does a great job so you'll have a vested interest in the outcome. Not for small children as there is plenty of swearing and some drug use. Thumbs WAY UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg Kinnear is also in the second movie getting a thumbs up today, Invincible, although this time it's just a supporting role to the rapper Marky Mark. I'm so glad he gave up the rapping as he's a much better actor! Although some of our staff was not around in 1976, you'll still enjoy this movie about a local yokel that makes good when the odds are stacked against him. It's Disney so all ages could attend, although very small children might get squirming at the 104 minute length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Crank. If you're going just for the action you might be disappointed with the attempts to throw a plot into this movie about a professional hit man's bad day. Some of the ideas, stunts and chase scenes are brand new which is very nice but the overall feel is that you've seen this movie before, or it's a sequel since this actor has played the same type of charactor before. Adults only for male nudity, drug abuse, severe violence. Thumbs still up overall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115872948983238746?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115872948983238746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115872948983238746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115872948983238746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115872948983238746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/09/movie-maven.html' title='Movie Maven'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115661223668932017</id><published>2006-08-26T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:10:36.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay week</title><content type='html'>So it's been my own Gay Pride week.. doing all things queer and wonderful. The Big Gay Bakesale Fundraiser for the Flaming Film Festival was last Saturday. Went to see the Homocore bands on Thursday, April Electra last night and today, yes people it's finally happening.... I'm getting my hair cut! Ten minutes with the ol' gang and I was ready for the clippers. hahah. In between Gay Ol Times I've been spending time with K and disscussing how incompatible we are overall and how she just can't allow herself to get serious with me. I thought we were past that but it likes to keep resurfacing just when I'm feeling cozy. It's kinda funny cause for a change I'm not the Shane, or wait, I am but I'm dating myself? Anywho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news all around, the person that bought my convertible sold her other vehicle so I got paid today! It's nice to be flush with cash when I need it. I was supposed to get off my butt and sell some of my other transportation but that hasn't happened and it's almost winter upon us. Sad to admit... I wonder if I could sell the Mustang to someone who wants to work on it all winter and have a stylin' vehicle for the spring? That would involve some motivation, and I already have a top priority on the list (another letter from the city inspector GRRRR) so I've got some gardening to do first and foremost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica is out of town so time to enjoy a bachelor evening! Vacation is wonderful....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115661223668932017?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115661223668932017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115661223668932017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115661223668932017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115661223668932017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/08/gay-week.html' title='Gay week'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115615937297915010</id><published>2006-08-21T06:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T06:22:52.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happpy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>So I just had my birthday featuring Costco sushi and lots of sake. My new gal came over and helped decorate and gave me one of the best gifts ever. I like handmade items, especially artistic. It was her birthday the week before and I made one of her gifts too... I made a cheesy sign for her classroom and got her a Gay Games rainbow bear when I was in Chicago. Of course there were small gag gifts too. Matching chopsticks (cause it's funny when bobos that have been dating awhile having matching everything), and a used jigsaw puzzle. Sometimes it's nice to have a private joke hahaha. A couple of the Sunday night str8 peeps came over and also my neighbor and his girlfriend. The neighbor couple and K and I went out dancing at the Townhouse. It was very interesting to say the least.... I have high hopes for them (as a couple) but it is not a widely held view I found out later. Weird. Maybe my basis for comparision is so skewed that they seem normal to me. I dunno. Overall a success even though I bought way more sushi than I could finish in the days following the party! A rousing success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115615937297915010?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115615937297915010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115615937297915010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115615937297915010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115615937297915010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/08/happpy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happpy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115588276130851075</id><published>2006-08-18T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:32:41.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance and things...</title><content type='html'>So this week was the first time there was some sort of issue between me and my new lady... seems with a little communication we've cleared the hurdle. And overall things still going very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reconnected with my Little Brother after my trip, we went and played at the Park on the jungle gym and ran around like crazy monkeys.  And I also talked to my Bolder Options mentee on the phone, she's finally back from out of town visiting her uncle. They close on their new house on Monday. Sucky part is that it's further away, but we'll work something out somehow. Only eight months left in the program anyways, so just have to tough it out and borrow vehicles and learn the bus route between my house and hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pulling it all together and trying to only do the things that are important to me and let the rest take care of itself!! Keeping that New Year's Resolution to stop overbooking my life with the trivial and mundane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115588276130851075?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115588276130851075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115588276130851075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115588276130851075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115588276130851075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/08/romance-and-things.html' title='Romance and things...'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115585462358726878</id><published>2006-08-17T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T17:43:43.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Conference</title><content type='html'>It's good to be home. I was surprised I wasn't more entertained in Chicago the supposedly 3rd largest city in the nation. I did check out Navy Pier and the gift shop at the Chicago Musuem of Art. And just did a lot of walking around in general looking at the buildings and things. The conference was good and inspiring, with great speakers like Barack Obama and Hillary Rodham Clinton. Plus really good conversations with my chicka. The one time I don't think cell phones are a scourge on the planet. FREE LONG DISTANCE!! hahah. And of course the orange alert did not make my flight home any easier, but compared to my flight there (under supposedly normal conditions) we left two hours late. Super sucky. I did a lot of train and bus riding, including to the parties on Thursday night. Brought home some souveniers and big ideas at least. Now to pass them on to my stewards!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115585462358726878?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115585462358726878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115585462358726878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115585462358726878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115585462358726878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/08/chicago-conference.html' title='Chicago Conference'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115389766420034061</id><published>2006-07-26T02:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:07:44.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizorama</title><content type='html'>1. Who's bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who were you with?&lt;br /&gt;Just the dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who are you with?&lt;br /&gt;no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Did you kiss or hug anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Look at your cell phone, who is the forth missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;no cellphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who sent you the last text message?&lt;br /&gt;no cellphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What about the third one down in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;allegra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you love anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;too early to tell...plus i'm about to learn about new defination, so maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have a crush on anybody?&lt;br /&gt;jIt's nice to have a crush on someone you're already seeing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PAST round&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever told anyone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14... And not meant it?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How old were you when you had your first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;tweener maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16... Felt someone up?&lt;br /&gt;How old? oy later teen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever been caught doing something you shouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Ever been beaten up?&lt;br /&gt;been in a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When were you last drunk?&lt;br /&gt;last summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Ever had a one night stand?&lt;br /&gt;that I never saw again no... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Ever flashed anyone?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Ever thrown up in public?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What about passed out because of alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's on your mind RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;lunch is almost over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the FUTURE round&lt;br /&gt;25. Wanna get married?&lt;br /&gt;I think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is he/she your current boy/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;too early to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;whatever we decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What sex?&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Would you make a good mom/dad?&lt;br /&gt;I've been told I would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Would you take a bullet for anyone?&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where would you like to live?&lt;br /&gt;I already live there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What kind of home would you like?&lt;br /&gt;already own it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;already doing what I love...maybe another career later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;Same great life, just 5 years olders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;more of the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you plan on telling your boss to shove it any time soon?&lt;br /&gt;I try that often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the MYSPACE round&lt;br /&gt;37. Look at your top 8... who is number one?&lt;br /&gt;super chum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Why is he/she number one?&lt;br /&gt;see above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Ever kissed anyone on your myspace friends list?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Ever seen any of them naked?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so...not intentionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person to leave you a comment?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Shawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you good friends with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;she's really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. How often do you log in to myspace?&lt;br /&gt;weekly..sometimes a little more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you get excited by new comments/picture comments.&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you have any celebrities on your friends list?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I would say local celebrity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115389766420034061?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115389766420034061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115389766420034061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115389766420034061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115389766420034061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/07/quizorama.html' title='Quizorama'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115359934302697445</id><published>2006-07-22T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:15:43.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueberry Morning</title><content type='html'>Got some fresh blueberries from the Midtown Global Market... I just love that place, there's no way around it. And can I just say the irony has not been lost on me that the minute I'm dating someone officially the dating business is taking off? Maybe me being more comfortable has somehow improved the mood of the local singles scene? I was apparantly bringing everyone down hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a co-workers housewarming party last night and had a great time. Wish new chicka could have come with but she was attending her ten year high school reunion. Yes I'm robbing the cradle but just a little bit and she's within the decade rule so just back off ! And I somehow managed to get ketchup on my blueberries. Well not somehow, I know it's from my afterparty breakdown stop at a pale medival housing (r) establishment for french fries and my excited ketchup squirting got a little out of control. I'm paying for the krinkle fries today, but somehow it was worth the grease. Besides a little downfall helps me dig in the long haul of healthy eating. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Speaking of that phrase that I've been using for almost thirty years of excuses to parents/guardians/authority figures/engaged audiences.... Can I just say that I'm still irratated that some stupid actor boy made it poopular (sic) on SNL? How irratating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go watch some netflix that I been harboring. Take care of yourself... and each other!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115359934302697445?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115359934302697445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115359934302697445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115359934302697445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115359934302697445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/07/blueberry-morning.html' title='Blueberry Morning'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115359845678801484</id><published>2006-07-22T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:00:56.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom-chicka-boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A0CDFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stripper Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E1FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/dancer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/stat?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=99176&amp;type=3&amp;subid=0&amp;tmpid=1826&amp;RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fphobos.apple.com%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewAlbum%253FselectedItemId%253D28210780%2526playListId%253D28211057%2526s%253D143441%26partnerId%3D30"&gt;Toxic&lt;/a&gt; by Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With the taste of your lips&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a ride&lt;br /&gt;You're toxic I'm slippin' under"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may dance for someone - but only to weaken their defenses.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/"&gt;What Song Should You Strip To?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115359845678801484?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115359845678801484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115359845678801484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115359845678801484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115359845678801484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/07/boom-chicka-boom.html' title='Boom-chicka-boom'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115303343662034403</id><published>2006-07-16T02:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T02:12:53.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my day! Worship me.</title><content type='html'>Sunday night friends tomorrow (or today after I sleep I guess) and sadly one of my best friend's email bounced... from his work. Very strange. Luckily I can fix that because.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="2" cellpadding="10" bg border="0" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;quiz_id=1252"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#505a84;"&gt;Are you the Messiah??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#505a84;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are the messiah! &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;amp;quiz_id=1252"&gt;&lt;img alt="Personality Test Results" src="http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/quiz1252outcome1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;amp;quiz_id=1252"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;YouThink.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quizzes and personality tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="2" cellpadding="10" border="0"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=" quiz_id="1252"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115303343662034403?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115303343662034403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115303343662034403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115303343662034403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115303343662034403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-my-day-worship-me.html' title='It&apos;s my day! Worship me.'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115294834499879838</id><published>2006-07-15T02:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T02:25:45.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meat Madness</title><content type='html'>So one of the reasons I was trying to avoid meat for the most part and avoid fast food totally was the most excellant book "Fast Food Nation" which is amazing and eye opening. It's now being made into a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/share?v=X99n9BveKns&amp;embed=1"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; and here's a preview. It looks divine and it's been made into a (sick, sad) dark comedy which I happen to think is a wise move vs. the documentary it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like one of my friends on myspace.... his photo is a slideshow that says "Going to McDonalds for a salad is like going to a crackhouse for vitamins" So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115294834499879838?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115294834499879838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115294834499879838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115294834499879838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115294834499879838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/07/meat-madness.html' title='Meat Madness'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115287449331574809</id><published>2006-07-14T05:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T05:54:53.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Juvenile Crime</title><content type='html'>Here's a decent &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/printedition/news/20060713/a_juvicrime_side13.art.htm"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about the upswing in Juvenile crime in Minneapolis and the why. I hope I'm part of the solution by being a mentor for &lt;a href="http://www.bbbstwincities.org"&gt;Big Brother Big Sister &lt;/a&gt;and for &lt;a href="http://www.bolderoptions.org"&gt;Bolder Options &lt;/a&gt;programs. So hopefully these kids aren't turning to a life of more serious crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can I just say I love the Farmer's Market? I got some tasty, just picked veggies that I used in making some supper with K tonight (last night for those of you who are stickler for that midnight switchover) sitting out on the porch, enjoying the sudden rainstorm that broke the heatwave for a few minutes. Bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115287449331574809?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115287449331574809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115287449331574809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115287449331574809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115287449331574809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/07/juvenile-crime.html' title='Juvenile Crime'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115277773340833249</id><published>2006-07-13T02:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T03:02:13.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Junky survey</title><content type='html'>Best1.&lt;br /&gt;Male Friend: dave...no spencer...I dunno&lt;br /&gt;2. Female friend: kelly/shawna&lt;br /&gt;3. Vacation: Australia was nice... anytime away from work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst&lt;br /&gt;1. Time of day: noon&lt;br /&gt;2. Day of the Week: No worst&lt;br /&gt;3. Food: liver&lt;br /&gt;4. Memory: Family in hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last&lt;br /&gt;1. Person you saw: coworkers right now&lt;br /&gt;2. Talked to on the phone: SGT logging back on&lt;br /&gt;3. IM: oh geez, probably Demonic Unicorn&lt;br /&gt;5. Messaged over myspace: Shaun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you doing now: working&lt;br /&gt;2. Wearing: t-shirt &amp;amp; denim shorts, sandals&lt;br /&gt;3. Better than yesterday: no way, I had a date yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;1. Is: already here but doesn't count until I sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Got any plans: Coffee in the evening before work&lt;br /&gt;3. Dislikes about tomorrow: I have to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite&lt;br /&gt;1. Number: huh?&lt;br /&gt;2. Song: Luv Luv Luv by Pansy Division&lt;br /&gt;3. Season: fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently&lt;br /&gt;1. Missing someone: Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;2. Wanting: some girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True or False&lt;br /&gt;I am a cuddler: true&lt;br /&gt;I am a morning person: not at all&lt;br /&gt;I am a perfectionist: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in my pajamas: nope&lt;br /&gt;I am currently single: true kinda&lt;br /&gt;I am currently suffering from a broken heart: false&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to myspace: false&lt;br /&gt;I am online 24/7: false&lt;br /&gt;I am very shy around the opposite gender: false&lt;br /&gt;I can be paranoid at times: at times true&lt;br /&gt;I currently regret something that I have done: false&lt;br /&gt;When I get mad, I curse frequently: false&lt;br /&gt;enjoy country music: false, well not usually&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy jazz music: true&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy smoothies: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time paying attention at school: not in school&lt;br /&gt;I have a hidden talent: only hidden if I don't know ya&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal: false&lt;br /&gt;I have a tendency to fall for the "wrong" girl/guy: true&lt;br /&gt;I have all my grandparents: false&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one brother and/or sister: true&lt;br /&gt;I have broken a bone: false&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper: true&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a lot over the past year: true&lt;br /&gt;I have done something illegal: true&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color? false&lt;br /&gt;I have had major/minor surgery: false&lt;br /&gt;I have killed another person: false&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115277773340833249?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115277773340833249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115277773340833249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115277773340833249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115277773340833249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/07/junky-survey.html' title='Junky survey'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115277895213613013</id><published>2006-07-12T03:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T03:22:32.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw another good movie last night called "The Heart of the Game" about a high school basketball team in Seattle Washington. Documentuary, quite good. Saw it with K of course. Supper afterwards. Talked about my level of guilt keeping her awake late when she has school early in the morning, even though it's completly her decision to stay up. Oh well. She went to meet the Sunday night str8 friends this week and seemed to get on well. At least I know they didn't accidently chase this one away hahhaha. She was specifically invited next week, I wasn't but hopefully I can assume... and it's an hour earlier (nice!) and at one of my favorite places to visit, the Chatterbox. Super YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched an excellant movie called "Night Watch" a lovely russian vampire film. Even if you hate subtitles you will get the most enjoyment from watching the Russian version with English subtitles. The book author overtitles are excellant as well as the director's commentary. Yes I watched it twice in a row. I'm that dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a kind of cool story if you have the time to peruse a bunch of photos. &lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/h2hheroes/herotohero/entries/2038"&gt;This bear &lt;/a&gt;travels around the nation "visiting" police and fire stations. Cute, if you're into that. There's a back story somewhere too. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115277895213613013?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115277895213613013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115277895213613013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115277895213613013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115277895213613013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/07/saw-another-good-movie-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115235104088641124</id><published>2006-07-08T04:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T04:30:40.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids in my life</title><content type='html'>So I'm still a Big Sister for fifteen months now with same little boy, I'm also a mentor for &lt;a href="http://www.bolderoptions.org"&gt;BolderOptions&lt;/a&gt; biking program, second year but different girl. I took my Little to my friend's child's birthday party. Adorable the whole brood. I still wonder if I want a child as a part of my life on a more permanant basis. And if so, how. Research ensues. I've also been to all these events recently for Police Athletic League. Summer is a busy time for them since the kids are out of school for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took a survey for a grad student about volunteering and there were an awful lot of questions about whether volunteering is used to boost my own self-esteem and make myself feel better as a guise for helping these poor underpriveledged children. Maybe it was just the mood but it seems like I do. It's almost boasting when I talk about my volunteer work... I dunno. Maybe it's time for a haircut for Locks of Love. Or just to ignore the world and be introspective for awhile....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115235104088641124?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115235104088641124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115235104088641124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115235104088641124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115235104088641124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/07/kids-in-my-life.html' title='Kids in my life'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115235165669220987</id><published>2006-07-06T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T04:40:56.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Independance Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>Friday Saturday nothing special work work. Sunday slept, woke up felt ill, slept, dragged myself to see a friend that I had previously planned, knew life was going to be no good, called in ill to work, went home and slept *FOR FOURTEEN HOURS*. Monday evening finally woke up for more than a trip to consume or expel more water and went to work. Tuesday worked overtime from 1430-1830 went home saw dad and had supper, took some digital photos of the fireworks on the way back to work 2230-0230. Wednesday saw the cutie for a floor picnic in her new brownstone condo and sipping some wine in her back yard. Off of work so I slept some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115235165669220987?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115235165669220987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115235165669220987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115235165669220987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115235165669220987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/07/independance-day-weekend.html' title='Independance Day Weekend'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115235051974146372</id><published>2006-06-27T04:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T04:21:59.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>Friday my friends never called (gawd I hate that... not first time for this duo either) so I stayed home and was a good girl. That seemed sad since it's supposed to be such a big weekend but I didn't feel like venturing out to super crowds by myself. Saturday went to my friend's dance at the Ramada. Nasty location but it's the closest to the park and makes sense if you're that type... overall it was very good, saw a bunch of people I haven't seen lately, got tipsy which has been months since that happened. The funniest part was afterwards, I was walking home (cause I'm stubborn that way) and it started to rain - ruining my determination so I flagged a cab and took it to the grocery store. Got some snacks and started walking home (it of course stopped raining while I was inside). So walking down the street a bunch of squads go flying by and one is my mom's squad but I can't see who's inside. Same squad comes back the other direction stopped facing westbound Lake St at Lyndale Av and I go running up and bang on the windows. The truck I had to pass to get there thought I was nuts and freaked out hahahha. So I rode around with mom for awhile and helped her pick out calls to go to and then she dropped me off at home. Short nap before I got up and decided that I was going to followthrough with an appearance at the park. I went to get the profile books for my dating service (oh did I mention I'm the boss now cause the other person flaked out??) and of course the coffee shop was closed.  To me it doesn't make sense to not be open for coffee in the morning. And of course no posted hours so I didn't know when to come back. I was of course disheartened and still dog tired so I decided to skip the park altogether. Sunday evening was great, one of my Sunday night friends cousin is in a band that was playing at the Eagle so I stopped by and hung out with her (comped admission!) and I liked the band so much I bought a CD and Tshirt. Had to go right to work, luckily it's not far. Wish I could have hung out longer, they all seemed nice and it was a great wrap-up for Pride weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115235051974146372?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115235051974146372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115235051974146372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115235051974146372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115235051974146372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/06/crazy-weekend.html' title='Crazy Weekend'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115234788262779724</id><published>2006-06-21T03:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T03:38:02.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pride Twin Cities!</title><content type='html'>So the big weekend is coming up and honestly I don't know what to do. I have managed to get some days off but I just don't know if I feel like going to the park. It's been a crazy spring and the dating service that I help run is being dropped in my lap and I just don't feel like doing it all by myself.  Friday there is a big dance/weekend kickoff party that my friends invited me to be their third wheel, which is okay cause they're nice peeps. There are two conflicting women's dances on Saturday and they both are a little spendy but one is being hosted by my friend and the other is in a big club which I don't know if I'm really feeling up for..... Sunday if I can drag myself out of bed at a decent hour the parade might be nice and a quick run through the park. Dunno. We'll have to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115234788262779724?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115234788262779724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115234788262779724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115234788262779724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115234788262779724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-pride-twin-cities.html' title='Happy Pride Twin Cities!'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115234950393632996</id><published>2006-06-20T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T04:05:03.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Body World</title><content type='html'>Got to see it for free at the Science Museum with the Police Athletic League. Sometimes I love being a volunteer! The show is absolutely amazing especially for science nerds like me. I highly recomend getting there if you can. During the day is best I hear the crowds are bad in evenings and impossible on the weekends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115234950393632996?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115234950393632996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115234950393632996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115234950393632996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115234950393632996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/06/body-world.html' title='Body World'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115234916487320764</id><published>2006-06-19T03:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T04:00:21.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of nerves of steel....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4446/883/1600/superamanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4446/883/320/superamanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a sneak preview of Superman Returns today. Happy Father's day. I took my dad and a friend (not that friend just a regular friend). I do love Kevin Spacey he stole some key scenes... although I didn't feel much spark between Lois Lane and Superman. The special effects are wonderful and the overall feel of the movie is very much like the earlier films if you can ignore the timeline not matching real life. Overall thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;I alos highly recommend National Geographic Channels' show "The Science of Superman" after the movie if suspension of disbelief in the film is important to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115234916487320764?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115234916487320764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115234916487320764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115234916487320764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115234916487320764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/06/speaking-of-nerves-of-steel.html' title='Speaking of nerves of steel....'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115234979338662010</id><published>2006-06-12T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T04:09:53.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I musta said something right!</title><content type='html'>She was out of town over the weekend dropping off her cats at her parents for babysitting for a big trip she's going on... during dinner I had said I'll see you when you're back from the big trip. But I musta said something right cause she called me Sunday (had to be mere moments after getting home) and asked if we could hang out before she leaves... wow, you bet. Wait, don't seem too anxious... don't be too goofy... oh forget it, if she don't like who I am already then too bad, gee I hope she likes me too ::sigh::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115234979338662010?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115234979338662010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115234979338662010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115234979338662010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115234979338662010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-musta-said-something-right.html' title='I musta said something right!'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115234871711208463</id><published>2006-06-10T04:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T03:51:57.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerves of steel</title><content type='html'>Wish I had 'em. Tonigh I had a first date... well I think it's a date anyways. It's not the first time I've hung out with this person but this is definately an escalation of the type of hanging out we've done in the past (coffee, winter bike rides). And I had offered to have dinner before but she has been nowhere to be found for months... I think it went well... she was late but not enough to irratate me and we shared a tasty bottle of Greek wine and talked until the restaraunt was almost empty... I floated home on a cloud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115234871711208463?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115234871711208463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115234871711208463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115234871711208463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115234871711208463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/06/nerves-of-steel.html' title='Nerves of steel'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-115234842511616003</id><published>2006-06-08T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T03:47:05.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank heaven....</title><content type='html'>...for little girls. Just for mentoring purposes of course! Get your mind out of the gutter! I've been matched with a new young person through Bolder Options biking program and so far it's been going well.... She hasn't been on a bike for years but we did almost seven miles today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm so proud of her! Impending problem tho: her parents are trying to buy a house in SHAKOPEE!! And for those of you unfamiliar that ain't remotely close to Minneapolis when you have no motorized vehicles. Oh yeah, I've sold all my enclosed vehicles people! I'm a bicycle hippie 100%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-115234842511616003?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/115234842511616003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=115234842511616003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115234842511616003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/115234842511616003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-heaven.html' title='Thank heaven....'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-114840095527518611</id><published>2006-05-20T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T11:19:52.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*I pity the* Cookie Monster you fool</title><content type='html'>I highly recommend a trip to &lt;a href="http://thesneeze.com"&gt;thesneeze&lt;/a&gt; if you're not already a regular visitor. They had some blessed events lately in regards to ridiculous cookie jars and they just posted a followup video with one of said jars of Mr. T which I consider a must see. (Also track back to original posts, very much worth a look and laugh FYI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you'd have me dead to rights by saying that I'm not posting much. But I'm not dead, just busy as...wait a minute, ever notice that most of those "busy as a..." idioms are now so overused as to be ineffective or just cuturally insensitive nowawdays? Anywho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-114840095527518611?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/114840095527518611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=114840095527518611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114840095527518611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114840095527518611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-pity-cookie-monster-you-fool.html' title='*I pity the* Cookie Monster you fool'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-114700776221405060</id><published>2006-05-07T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T08:16:02.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minnesota IronWoMan</title><content type='html'>So it was last weekend. It was freezing and windy and never stopped raining for a second. I did make it 50 miles before I got a flat tire, sadly ending my trip since I had no way to pay the mobile bike repair dude. =(  It was also kind of a blessing in disguise, my odometer that has been broken all winter magically started working at the same time, and I was getting pretty effin tired. So I took the sag wagon back to the starting point, picked up my package of junk I ordered and walked a mile back to the place I stayed overnight before the race to hop in the shower. All I can say is I'm glad I did it, I know I could have gone a little further, and I can't wait to do it again. After a very lengthy rest of course =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-114700776221405060?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/114700776221405060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=114700776221405060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114700776221405060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114700776221405060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/05/minnesota-ironwoman.html' title='Minnesota IronWoMan'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-114700752909709918</id><published>2006-05-07T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T08:12:09.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XMen and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1121742931gambit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Gambit&lt;/b&gt;. Gambit is another loner character.  He loves Rogue.  He has a very cool deboner personality.  He's done things in his past that he's not proud of but he atones for his actions by fighting for peace with the X-Men.  His weapon of choice is the playing card.  Powers: Charges objects with kinetic energy by touching them, then they explode like grenades.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Gambit&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='85' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;85%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Jean Grey&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='80' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;80%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Rogue&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table 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Frost&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Iceman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Colossus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Beast&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Storm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Nightcrawler&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' 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I think they take the trivial and make it completly ridiculous. However the majority of mind candy, brain dead lemmings here in America apparantly disagree because a new version pops up all the time pandering to the lowest common demoninator. I even tried to get into shows that were attempting to bring in more educated viewers and/or members of groups that would appeal to me. I did catch a couple of episodes of 1900 house, Top Chef and a healthy chunk of Boy meets Boy. But the one I just saw advertised actually turned my stomach with digust. And on a supposedly highbrow channel.... A&amp;E's new show is called "God or the Girl". That's right, they're taking the very few young men they could find and shack them up with a woman and try to get them to give up their devotion. Seemingly forever casting this woman in the harlot's light of making a man give up his faith and become a sinner. Bad Eve. No apple for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to find the silver lining in this, there's less males every year applying for the priesthood... might eventually make them change their mind about women priests but that's another topic. Or maybe making a mockery of the celebacy vow will allow them to let it go thereby giving an outlet for sexual repression and reducing molestation cases. Going back to be to dream of peace on earth and good will to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-114441695811569921?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/114441695811569921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=114441695811569921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114441695811569921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114441695811569921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-afraid-i-must-protest.html' title='I&apos;m afraid I must protest!'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-114424239278293628</id><published>2006-04-05T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T08:06:32.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One is the loneliest</title><content type='html'>Body: Y O U | C A N | O N L Y | T Y P E | O N E | W O R D ! ! ! &lt;br /&gt;N O | E X P L A N A T I O N S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Word Survey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yourself: changing&lt;br /&gt;2. Your Lover: imaginary&lt;br /&gt;3. Your Hair: itching&lt;br /&gt;4. Your Mother: exasperating&lt;br /&gt;5. Your Father: ronin&lt;br /&gt;6. Your Favorite Item: dogs&lt;br /&gt;7. Your Dream Last Night: freakish&lt;br /&gt;8. Your Favorite Drink: yes&lt;br /&gt;9. Your Dream Home: here&lt;br /&gt;10. The Room You Are In: apse&lt;br /&gt;11. Your Pet: cozy&lt;br /&gt;12. Who You Are Now: available&lt;br /&gt;13. Who You Want to be in Ten Years: relaxed&lt;br /&gt;14. What You Want to be in Ten Years: sated&lt;br /&gt;15. What You're Not: scrawny&lt;br /&gt;16. Your Best Friend: clueless&lt;br /&gt;17. One of Your Wish list Items: remodeling&lt;br /&gt;18. Your Gender: female&lt;br /&gt;19. The Last Thing You Did: fed&lt;br /&gt;20. What You Are Wearing: jammies&lt;br /&gt;21. Your Favorite Weather: crisp&lt;br /&gt;22. Your Favorite Book: interesting&lt;br /&gt;23. The Last Thing You Ate: salad&lt;br /&gt;24. Your Life: messy&lt;br /&gt;25. Your Mood: remembering&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-114424239278293628?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/114424239278293628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=114424239278293628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114424239278293628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114424239278293628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-is-loneliest.html' title='One is the loneliest'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-114346708677263630</id><published>2006-03-27T07:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T07:44:46.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekender</title><content type='html'>More busy weekend junk. Saturday I went out with some coworkers and got my drink on. It's been a long time since I was out of the house and not at work. Had Little TJ's for "breakfast" and walked home from there. Also got approached by three different guys during my stroll. Glad to know I still look hookerific! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I missed the tropical fish show I wanted to go to with a friend. Big pout. Dad finally bought his Mac-mini since I wasn't there to deter him. So I now get this Piece for my personal use. Saw my Sunday Nite Str8 friends at a new location. Not that much further, there's actually some available parking for all of them and it's super easy to get to work from there, which is nice. I voted for a permanant change since the old place doesn't really suit us anymore and they don't have drink specials on Sundays anymore which is one of the big reasons the gang went there in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it wrong that I want to go to &lt;a href="http://www.smm.org/36hours/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;  at the Science Musuem? I guess I'm still a nerdy learnin' girl at heart. Nitey-nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-114346708677263630?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/114346708677263630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=114346708677263630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114346708677263630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114346708677263630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekender.html' title='The Weekender'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-114314201264226701</id><published>2006-03-23T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:26:52.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew I felt a youthful spirit this week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFF0" 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;strong&gt;You Are 23 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&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/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-114314201264226701?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/114314201264226701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=114314201264226701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114314201264226701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114314201264226701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-knew-i-felt-youthful-spirit-this.html' title='I knew I felt a youthful spirit this week!'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-114253440667348926</id><published>2006-03-16T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:40:06.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you, uh, Lesbionick?</title><content type='html'>Okay that's the slogan created for me when I put in my name in the &lt;a href="www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi"&gt;automatic slogan generator&lt;/a&gt;. I've had fun playing with that this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm training at work so I'm stressed. And naturally no end in immediate future.&lt;br /&gt;The snow is making traveling difficult. I've had to do three mini-tuneups on my bike in the past ten days. That's lame. And haven't been able to take a big ride in the same amount of time. Also tres lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a tenant for the first floor. Wasn't looking, said maybe to a friend, then he said would have to think about it and that it probably wasn't going to happen due to costs, and then said he'd take it cause there just wasn't anything remotely in the same range value-wise. So now I have some paperwork to get ready to go. But YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime. *Yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-114253440667348926?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/114253440667348926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=114253440667348926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114253440667348926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114253440667348926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/03/do-you-uh-lesbionick.html' title='Do you, uh, Lesbionick?'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-114199984336618165</id><published>2006-03-10T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T08:10:43.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>As I sit here hemming and hawing about new tenants I of course read yet another &lt;a href="http://home.peoplepc.com/psp/newsstory.asp?cat=news&amp;referrer=welcome&amp;amp;id=20060309/440fb650_3ca6_1552620060309-315427835"&gt;horror story &lt;/a&gt;about tenants trashing the place. Just not what I needed this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm teaching some dispatcher trainee's, and for the most part it went well except for the fact that once again they don't value the training process and we got pulled out of class to hit the floor for staffing shortages. GRRR. Add that to the fact that they had already wanted me to work overtime until 0645 when I had been downtown for meetings since 1645. I love 14 hour shifts. Hopefully tonight will go better. I somehow doubt it, especially since it's Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime for bobo's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-114199984336618165?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/114199984336618165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=114199984336618165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114199984336618165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114199984336618165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/03/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-114165161195301555</id><published>2006-03-06T07:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T07:36:37.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well that's a fine howdoyoudo!</title><content type='html'>What's good for the &lt;a href="http://articles.news.aol.com/news/article.adp?id=20060305193109990001&amp;ncid=NWS00010000000001"&gt;Bonobo's&lt;/a&gt; is good for the Bobo's? I think that kind of greeting would cause extinction for me if you greeted the wrong person. Then again you sure would have foreknowledge of results of foreplay. Food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was broomball party for team 1 at friend's house. Was also my monthly poker party. I had plans to do both until I started watching this movie on TV which I thought fit right into my schedule but turned out to be FOUR HOURS LONG. Making the point at which I arrived at one party the time I had planned to leave for party #2. So I ended up missing poker. It's hell being social. At least poker is again next month, broomball party is annual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last broomball game was yesterday. Well it's going to be warm and rainy most of this week so that means no ice. I guess there could be some mudball but it just doesn't sound as fun, especially since I'm bad at keeping up with laundry in the first place. OTL with 2 of my teammates at one of my favorite places (Tea House in Plymouth) then home again. And of course during the drive was a Violent Femmes song which had all three of us singing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday nite Str8 friends defected to a place called Eli's. Twas spendy and yet delish! I did hug my prego friend but I hadn't yet learned about the Bonobo greeting. I kinda think it would have creeped us all out just a little bit. Then to biked the rest of the way to work in the misty mountain hops. Ok, no hops. Just mist. Seriously now, gimme a freakin break here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-114165161195301555?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/114165161195301555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=114165161195301555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114165161195301555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114165161195301555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-thats-fine-howdoyoudo.html' title='Well that&apos;s a fine howdoyoudo!'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-114107859329425709</id><published>2006-02-27T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:16:33.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little 69 action</title><content type='html'>69 Odd Questions.&lt;br /&gt;1) Are your parents married or divorced?never married. 2) Vegetarian?trying&lt;br /&gt;3) Heaven?snuggling on the couch w/cutie watching movies, eating take out&lt;br /&gt;4) Come close to dying?Couple risky moves on motorcycle that I freaked myself out about later but I think I could have just been crippled, well, as long as someone found me before I starved to death.&lt;br /&gt;5) What jewelry do you wear 24/7?3 of my earrings never come out. Tongue stud.&lt;br /&gt;6) Are you eating?not currently but dad's getting ready to go&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you eat the stems of broccoli?yes of course&lt;br /&gt;8) Makeup?not in a long time&lt;br /&gt;9) Were you the dumper or the dumpee in your past relationship?Dumper.  10) Would you ever have plastic surgery?hmmmm... I've thought about it, but actually doing it? Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;11) What do you wear to bed?depnds on the night...whos in the bed...what the temperature is like... I just woke up so currently is long sleeved shirt under long sleeved flannel jammie top and boxer shorts, (not flannel) pajama pants under lined track pants. (It was effen cold this a.m.)&lt;br /&gt;12) Have you ever done anything illegal?ya&lt;br /&gt;13) Can you roll your tongue?ya&lt;br /&gt;14) Tweeze your eyebrows?no&lt;br /&gt;15) What kind of watch(es)?I got tons, currently it's the super sports watch/timer/alarm/pace dohickey one that I got from the Resolution Run.&lt;br /&gt;16) Abortion?Oh gawd, some states make me sick right not. Rights being repealed all over. I can't believe that something that seemed so obvious when I was growing up is on the chopping block.&lt;br /&gt;17) Hair color?brown (grey's are doinked out-ha!)&lt;br /&gt;18) Future child's name?no clue. Will worry about that after I decide if I'm actually gonna have kids and if so HOW!!???&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you snore?gawd yes. Except my last sleepover she said no, which really really surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;20) If you could go anywhere in the world on a vacation, where would you go?The list is endless but lately I've been thinking about Poland again, and still the big trip here that I did in Australia&lt;br /&gt;21) Do you sleep with stuffed animals?Well they did eat right before bed so I hope they're at least sated if not stuffed ;)&lt;br /&gt;22) If you won the lottery, what would you do first?Call an accountant. Call donate a car service to get rid of all the vehicles and extra bikes, or heck give em to needy peeps.&lt;br /&gt;23) Gold or silver?Silver&lt;br /&gt;24) Hamburger or hot dog?veggie burger&lt;br /&gt;25) If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?something salty!&lt;br /&gt;26) Beach, city, or country?city&lt;br /&gt;27) What was the last thing you touched?other than keyboard - doggies&lt;br /&gt;28) Where do you eat?everywhere I can&lt;br /&gt;29) When's the last time you cried?Really can't remember&lt;br /&gt;30) Have you read blogs?well of course&lt;br /&gt;31) Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex?I have. I've been in girl drag too.&lt;br /&gt;32) Ever been involved with the police?Hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;34) Do you talk in your sleep?Hmmm...that one I don't know about&lt;br /&gt;35) Beach or pool?I guess beach&lt;br /&gt;36)What's your favorite song at the moment?oh geez...I can't pick one&lt;br /&gt;38) Window seat or aisle?window&lt;br /&gt;39) Ever met any famous bands/singers?accidently or friend of a friend yes.&lt;br /&gt;40) Do you feel that you've ever had a truly successful relationship? successful is a weird term.&lt;br /&gt;41) Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?twirl&lt;br /&gt;42) Rickie Lake or Oprah Winfrey?RICKIE! Is she she on tho?&lt;br /&gt;43) Basketball or Football?basketball&lt;br /&gt;Playing or Watching?playing football&lt;br /&gt;44) How long do your showers last?Depends on what activity I'm washing off/preparing for&lt;br /&gt;45) Do you drive a stick?yes&lt;br /&gt;46) Cake or ice cream?cake (no frosting)&lt;br /&gt;47) Self-conscious?often&lt;br /&gt;48) What time do you get up?about 2pm&lt;br /&gt;49) Have you ever given money to a bum?yes&lt;br /&gt;50. When was your first crush?I know I had a "wife" in preschool. I hope I actually like her hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;51) Where do you wish you were?right here is fine :)&lt;br /&gt;52) Have you ever broken someone's heart?dunno, I don't get damage reports really.&lt;br /&gt;53) Have you ever rode in an ambulance?yes but not for me or anyone I knew personally&lt;br /&gt;55) Last gift you received?Someone just bought me dinner last night.&lt;br /&gt;56) Last sport you played?broomball yesterday&lt;br /&gt;57). Things you spend a lot of money on?food, junk, stuff, items, toys, clothes.&lt;br /&gt;58) Where do you live?South Central&lt;br /&gt;59) High School you attend(ed)?Regina (private all girls) and North Minneapolis (public co-ed)&lt;br /&gt;60) Last wedding attended?Last summer. Angie and Joel.&lt;br /&gt;61) Favorite fast food restaurant?dont do fast food&lt;br /&gt;62) Where do you work?911&lt;br /&gt;63) Most hated food:fast food... nasty sugarness&lt;br /&gt;65) Can you sing?Do I? yes. Can I? I was never booed, but that don't mean I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;66) Last kiss?December something.&lt;br /&gt;68) Favorite drink?water...booze&lt;br /&gt;69) Current Crush?lalalalalalalal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-114107859329425709?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/114107859329425709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=114107859329425709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114107859329425709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114107859329425709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-69-action.html' title='A little 69 action'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-114100336329689464</id><published>2006-02-26T19:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:22:43.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee whiz I'm tired</title><content type='html'>Played some pickup broomball against a really good team. I had to carry all my teams extra equipment on my back in a duffle on my bicycle. I'm hardcore. It just is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Man in Black. That was actually a good movie. Joaquin and Reese actually did their own singing for their portrayals which is the part I found truly amazing. A really good soundtrack. He's my only county man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was good dinner at the Chatterbox. First time I've been back there since the fateful night I broke up with S. Felt good. Like vindication/reclamation. I was there first. Since before the current owners back when it was a nasty little dive (vs. the current mod/retro dive with excellant food choices). Also caught a movie with my mom. It was her birthday. I bought her ticket. The afternoon was... hmmm... calm with an undercurrent of irratation on my side. She comes over while I'm in my jammies and wants to go OTL. So I race around to get dressed, secure the dogs, etc and she's what? Playing video games and we never leave. So no food. I was starving by the time we got to the theatre making me break down and eat nachos. I've been trying to be so good too. It happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get ready to see my Sunday night str8 peeps and then off to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-114100336329689464?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/114100336329689464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=114100336329689464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114100336329689464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114100336329689464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/02/gee-whiz-im-tired.html' title='Gee whiz I&apos;m tired'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-114064103221432091</id><published>2006-02-22T14:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:43:52.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Happy Birthdays</title><content type='html'>George Washington - Prez&lt;br /&gt;Edna St Vincent Millay - Pullitzer Prize winning poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad it's warmer today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and up far too late.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is sick with what I had over the weekend, except he's a really crabby sick person, which is bothersome since I tried to be so nice. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;Sushi is delish. NFI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-114064103221432091?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/114064103221432091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=114064103221432091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114064103221432091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114064103221432091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-happy-birthdays.html' title='More Happy Birthdays'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-114053157148402420</id><published>2006-02-21T08:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T08:19:31.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Layer Cake</title><content type='html'>Body: 10 LAYERS OF ME...&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;Name: Panda Bear&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: August 12&lt;br /&gt;Birth Place: Minneapolis, MN&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: same&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: pale blue&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: brown&lt;br /&gt;righty or Lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: leo&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: Polish, Jewish and some blended eurotrash&lt;br /&gt;Your fears: boredom, everyone hates me.&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: pretty lady!&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: green olive and onion (non-date night of course)&lt;br /&gt;Goal you'd like to achieve: Rent out first floor apartment&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW:&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: Why am I sick again!?!? Wah!&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: hair, eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: 0700 if I'm being good&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: halcyon dating&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK:&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: neither&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: neither&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: either. as long as it's clear it's a date&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Converse&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea: TEEBA&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: ugh&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: Capp&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: no&lt;br /&gt;Cuss: yes&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower: depends on how hard I biked to work&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: too many&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love: nope&lt;br /&gt;Love is Blind- Must be, I haven't seen it. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: eventually&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: of course&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: inside of hot cars&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: wish I could be&lt;br /&gt; ---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH&lt;br /&gt;Drank : yes&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: yes&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: yes&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi: yes about 3 hours ago!&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped: no (I was dumper this time)&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: yes! Rollergarden rules!&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: no&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game: yes&lt;br /&gt;Gotten beaten up: been in a fight with no clear winner&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: no&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLDER&lt;br /&gt;Age you hoping to be married: ? silly&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to die: pass away in sleep then eaten by my dogs&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: IN A GIRL/GUY&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color: doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color: doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;1 MINUTE AGO: filling this out&lt;br /&gt;1 HOUR AGO: working&lt;br /&gt;1 YEAR AGO : buying mom bday gift&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: my dogs, my family.&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: lack of soup&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL: sick to my stomach&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: cellphone drivers who almost hit me&lt;br /&gt;I HIDE: emotions&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: Grandpa, Shawna Faith*&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: time to sleep and relax&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW: a little a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: to find a partner who likes me for me&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS..&lt;br /&gt;First piercing: ears&lt;br /&gt;First credit card: Target card?&lt;br /&gt;First musician: I liked? I heard? rather vague&lt;br /&gt;Last big car ride: Mpls to Duluth and back&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen in thearters: Freedomland, Firewall&lt;br /&gt;Last food consumed: sushi&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: Street Department&lt;br /&gt;LasT CD played: Missippi John Hurt&lt;br /&gt;Last drink drank: water&lt;br /&gt;Last time scolded: I scolded someone a few hours ago. Or do you mean me?&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES..&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER: but this one goes up to 11&lt;br /&gt;COLOR: black and hunter green&lt;br /&gt;MONTH: the month I'm on vacation&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 2 DAYS, HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;CRIED?: no&lt;br /&gt;HELPED SOMEONE?: yes, everyday&lt;br /&gt;GOTTEN SICK?: grrr, yes&lt;br /&gt;GONE TO THE MOVIES?: yes&lt;br /&gt;SAID 'i love you'?: no&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN A REAL LETTER: I'm my mind but haven't penned it yet&lt;br /&gt;TALKED/ FAUGHT TO AN EX?: nope&lt;br /&gt;MISSED AN EX?: just earlier in this bullentin&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN IN A DIARY?: no&lt;br /&gt;HAD A SERIOUS TALK? no&lt;br /&gt;HUGGED SOMEONE?: no&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: ARE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;TIRED: yes&lt;br /&gt;HUNGRY: yes&lt;br /&gt;LISTENING TO MUSIC: no&lt;br /&gt;TALKING ON THE PHONE: no&lt;br /&gt;DOING ANYTHING INTERESTING: Getting ready for bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-114053157148402420?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/114053157148402420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=114053157148402420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114053157148402420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114053157148402420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/02/layer-cake.html' title='Layer Cake'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-114053161679459946</id><published>2006-02-20T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T08:22:42.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Ansel Adams. I was going to find a picture but I ran out of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-114053161679459946?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/114053161679459946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=114053161679459946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114053161679459946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114053161679459946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-114038099585735590</id><published>2006-02-19T14:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T14:29:55.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Sporting</title><content type='html'>I had the flu yesterday and threw up all morning but went to work last night anyways. I'm that hardcore! Well today was our last official broomball game. Rescheduled during this frigid weekend after being cancelled three weeks ago due to thin ice during a nice weekend. SO that's what's been hogging up my weekends for the past six weeks. Now just pickup games on Thursday evenings and Sunday afternoons as long as the ice lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is hectic as usual, contract negotiations are in mediation and finally about to go to arbitration so that's freeing up some time. And now I'm on the Labor Management committee. So more of dealing with the same people I've been arguing with for four months, but I have to let that go and just be a team player. We'll see how that goes. So now technically I'm reduced to two mandatory monthly meetings with 2-3 others scheduled in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm teaching a class for two days coming up and then taking one of those students under my wing in a coaching phase for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And increasing my weekly biking mileage in preperation for the Ironman Bike Ride in April.&lt;br /&gt;In addition to having a mini-crush on someone new and trying to hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-114038099585735590?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/114038099585735590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=114038099585735590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114038099585735590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/114038099585735590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/02/winter-sporting.html' title='Winter Sporting'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-113802678859818555</id><published>2006-01-23T08:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T08:33:08.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverend Hellya!</title><content type='html'>There's a church in my neighborhood with that minister. Sure the spelling was different but it just seems so appropos. So things are shaping up well in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got rid of the unworthy excess baggage!&lt;br /&gt;Checking out some new stuff that's gonna like me for me.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting overcommitments have calmed down a bit... mostly because....&lt;br /&gt;Contract negotiations went belly up on Thursday so we're cancelling future meetings and filing for mediation with the State board.&lt;br /&gt;Back on track with Little Brother and hangin' out regularly. Still have to find out if he's really doing all his homework before we hang out or fibbin' just so we do fun things instead.&lt;br /&gt;Playing broomball goalie like a mad fiend.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to have a family meeting with my Bolder Options mentee to refocus our efforts and see if she wants to complete the program or drop out.&lt;br /&gt;Work is crazy but the amount of overtime has dropped with the colder weather.&lt;br /&gt;And social life a little more active now that I'm on regular overnites and can hang out with my peeps before work almost every evening.&lt;br /&gt;Finished a couple of crafty projects.&lt;br /&gt;And still riding my bicycle 4-5 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-113802678859818555?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/113802678859818555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=113802678859818555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113802678859818555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113802678859818555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/01/reverend-hellya.html' title='Reverend Hellya!'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-113632952120583879</id><published>2006-01-03T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:05:21.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you wondered...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/melanoma-tan.gif" height="28" width="250"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/"&gt;What Rejected Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-113632952120583879?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/113632952120583879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=113632952120583879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113632952120583879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113632952120583879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-case-you-wondered.html' title='In case you wondered...'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-113627602499259567</id><published>2006-01-03T02:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:13:45.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy bees</title><content type='html'>Seriously now. What happened this month that everyone has all these activities planned and it's been dead for two-three months. Oh, wait. Maybe I was just laying low during that time. Yeah, I'll buy that for a dollar. I'll just do what I can with the three events scheduled every day. And sleep less. Any maybe, just maybe get forced outta my funky mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with snowtubing with P.A.L. on Wednesday when I should be sleeping. 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Who has time for these?</title><content type='html'>(Lame, I have time heheh)&lt;br /&gt;1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?One on my lower lip is from a ice skate to the face. "Skate to the face" is now common terminology in my life.&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?Decopaged with movie,ad and personal postcards and stickers&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE?Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?all kinds - not really into country&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?During the afternoon. Mom had to finish work first (!)&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?I yearn hard for nothing...inklings of many small things.&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?Granpa and gramma and uncle craig&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION/S?I'm still in love with my new bicycle even tho I'm thinking of trading it in on something even more coveted&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?No but agrophobic sometimes&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?naw&lt;br /&gt;12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?My mother. Almost always my mother.&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOGNE / PERFUME?CKbe&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX? No preference. Back when I pretended to care about boys they mostly had brown hair.&lt;br /&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO?Previous proposals were lame. I dunno if I see it happening again.&lt;br /&gt;16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK?Usually Coffee but I've done the energy drink&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?Green Olive&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU CAN EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?A vegitarian steak that had the right taste and texture. Then I would be free at last free at last.&lt;br /&gt;19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?My mom (again)&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT IS THE SONG YOU WOULD WANT TO BE PLAYED AT YOUR FUNERAL? I have a list. It would be a party tho. Nick Drake: Pale Blue Eyes. Cake: Never There and then start rockin out.&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU?can't remember&lt;br /&gt;22. DO YOU LIKE ANYBODY?"LIKE" like anybody? Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?nope&lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?none&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM CAR?Already own it. Trying to sell it.&lt;br /&gt;26.DO YOU HAVE A BONER RIGHT NOW?In a drawer maybe, I think it went away tho.&lt;br /&gt;27. HOW BIG IS YOUR BONER?see 26&lt;br /&gt;28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?That could happen. If I fell in love I'm sure it was be star-crossed and unsustainable in some freaky way.&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?it's best to show them&lt;br /&gt;30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDREDit seems like the rest of this question has disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?I've liked both. Usually brunette.&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT IS THE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN?Downstairs cause I'm too cozy in bed to walk down.&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?Lately tardiness and indifference.&lt;br /&gt;34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE USA?yep&lt;br /&gt;35. YOUR WEAKNESSES?Salt. Chips.&lt;br /&gt;37. FIRST JOB?Office assistant at the Phillips Neighborhood Improvement Assoc.&lt;br /&gt;38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?yep as lame as it is or was...i was a kid&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED THIS OUT?Filling out a different one and posting it on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;40. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?Tummy tuck.&lt;br /&gt;41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?Cause I'm lame like that. And it's the only way I share things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?my hair (it's long again)&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?Be sober. Or drink with the cops all the confiscated stuff like I used to do when I was a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?That's too far away.&lt;br /&gt;45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?I waffle back and forth between zero and two&lt;br /&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?Nope.&lt;br /&gt;47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?I haven't lately. Maybe I should start again.&lt;br /&gt;48. WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE?huh?&lt;br /&gt;49. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?I think Christmas/First Eve of Hannakah one squeeked out&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?sure&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?snoked turkey&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?Eating chips in bed&lt;br /&gt;53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF?Mariah Carey christmas album (it doesn't burn!)&lt;br /&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?I dunno, I'm kind of an ass sometimes. I might date me tho. It's nice to be doted on.&lt;br /&gt;55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL?Not intentionally (I missed the sworn to secrecy part during someone else's into to gossip - and I went and told the person she was talking smack about....so I still feel justified)&lt;br /&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?Everyone likes to say they don't but c'mon, seriously now.&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?Playing with the dogs. Just segue into something else really.&lt;br /&gt;58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?The house I own (I'm at work the most)&lt;br /&gt;59. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?no and that's a sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?My Tonka Truck that I got right from the factory. And I had books and puzzles galore.&lt;br /&gt;61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?No cellphone&lt;br /&gt;62. DO YOU USE SARCASM?Often&lt;br /&gt;63. EVER BEEN ARRESTED?not by the police&lt;br /&gt;64. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?yes&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?That they like me, active both mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?Mander, KITTTTIEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;68. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?Unless I'm exhausted and can't do it, yes. Most of my lace up shoes you can't get off w/o untying (big stompin boots)&lt;br /&gt;70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?Ish. But twice annually PMS loves Cherry Garcia, or Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLORS?Black and Hunter Green&lt;br /&gt;73. WHO/WHAT DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW?It's funny my gram just died but that's only making me miss my grandpa and the super close time I had with my aunt there.&lt;br /&gt;74. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?All there.&lt;br /&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE(same) SEX?Smile, figure and how they move it&lt;br /&gt;80. FAVORITE THOUGHT PROVOKING SONG?THought provoking for who? The things that make me think are not necessarily politial or important to others.&lt;br /&gt;81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE?I hate hate.&lt;br /&gt;83. FAVORITE ZODIAC SIGN:For what? To party with? To date? C'mon peeps.&lt;br /&gt;84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?Aussie rules football.&lt;br /&gt;85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?brown&lt;br /&gt;87. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES?Other than sunglasses no.&lt;br /&gt;88. SIBLINGS?Two younger half sisters...and my "brother" cousin... and my BigBrother BigSister little brother.&lt;br /&gt;89. FAVORITE MONTH?May...getting warmer and for sure ridden motorcycle by then and still have many riding days ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;90. YOU LIKE SUSHI?Love it. Had it two days in a row last week.&lt;br /&gt;91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?My CAD screen changing.&lt;br /&gt;94. SUMMER OR WINTER?They both have their benefits. But summer I guess.&lt;br /&gt;95. KISSES OR HUGS?both&lt;br /&gt;97. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT?Sugar wafers from the vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;98. DID YOU WORK YESTERDAY?I work dang near everyday&lt;br /&gt;99. WERE YOU STILL HUNGOVER YESTERDAY?Naw I was pretty good on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;100. NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS?Be a good person, don't accept substandard relationships. Those are both huge and far reaching so I'll stop there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-113624522270410058?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/113624522270410058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=113624522270410058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113624522270410058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113624522270410058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/01/100-ques-who-has-time-for-these.html' title='100 Ques?!? Who has time for these?'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-113624241915408418</id><published>2006-01-02T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:53:39.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year peeps</title><content type='html'>1. Who was the first person u talked to in 06?Lisa was standing closest when clock struck&lt;br /&gt;2. The first person you hugged?Lisa again&lt;br /&gt;3. The first person you called?OMG, I haven't made any outgoing calls yet!&lt;br /&gt;4. The first person you texted?i don't text.&lt;br /&gt;5. The first drink you drank?Had champagne in hand.&lt;br /&gt;6. The first person that called you?&lt;br /&gt;My Little Brother's family has woken me up three times today.&lt;br /&gt;7. The first person that texted you?n/a&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you talked to all of your top 8 yet?via comments or email all except 1 he wasn't at the NYE party&lt;br /&gt;9. Any of your top 8?see 8&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the 1st person to hang up on you?Squad 207 but it wasn't intentional&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the first thing you watched on TV?Dick Clark was on but I had my back to the TV...last night I watched Law and Order:CI&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was the first person you thought of?My imaginary girlfriend (where the hell is she?!?)&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the first thing you ate?Vegtable Frittata&lt;br /&gt;14. What were you wearing at midnight?Grey shirt, maroon and grey tie, black pants, leopard print shoes and my new year's Resolution Run watch. One of those rubber bracelets that says "I am important in the life of a child"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-113624241915408418?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/113624241915408418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=113624241915408418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113624241915408418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113624241915408418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-peeps.html' title='Happy New Year peeps'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-113602792877592797</id><published>2005-12-31T05:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T05:18:48.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my baby New Year. Drive safe peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/92/3781/1024/mykindofprayer.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/92/3781/320/mykindofprayer.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-113602792877592797?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/113602792877592797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=113602792877592797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113602792877592797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113602792877592797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-my-baby-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-113526109762629044</id><published>2005-12-22T08:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T08:18:17.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do-see-do</title><content type='html'>Swing your partner, round and round. I think I'm going to move to Canada and open a "bawdy house" since the &lt;a href="http://articles.news.aol.com/news/article.adp?id=20051221124309990014&amp;amp;ncid=NWS00010000000001"&gt;Canadian government just ruled &lt;/a&gt;that swingers clubs are AOK and pose no threat to society. It's amazing how some place so close to where I live could be so liberal and just that much further ahead in their thinking. Course I met an awful lot of pot smokers too. And I could get married there. Maybe meet a cute RCMP to cuddle with at night. Things to think about. Nite-nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-113526109762629044?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/113526109762629044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=113526109762629044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113526109762629044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113526109762629044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/12/do-see-do.html' title='Do-see-do'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-113507897080481497</id><published>2005-12-20T05:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T05:42:50.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, of sorts. Did some socializing and energy sapping from friends. Watched bad movie on Friday with good friends. Bonded with causal aquaintance, actually became friends this week. Goofy door prizes for winning trivia contests are set to be regifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  Had breakfast with the person I'm faux dating and did some trinket shopping for gifts since I can't get big things for peeps. I decided I liked the trinkets better than anything I would have spent big bucks on. I know I enjoyed them more, and I'm less vested in whether they think they're fab or flop. I think I'm going to have major financial crunches before every big holiday season just as an excuse to get things I like and that aren't really returnable. Bought holiday cards that I probably will not mail/deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpooling is nice, save the planet and all. Waiting outside in the bitch ass cold for someone to show up in their Beamer is not. But it was better than waiting for the bus I guess. And decided to definately keep that person in the aquaintance file. Ever have someone say something that just makes your stomach turn? Even if it's supposed to be a joke, especially if you don't know if they're trying to be funny. It was weird. And when said same thing for the fifth time, I knew the gloss was off the bowling bowl. Anywho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-113507897080481497?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/113507897080481497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=113507897080481497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113507897080481497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113507897080481497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-weekend.html' title='Good weekend'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-113476608955699923</id><published>2005-12-16T14:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:48:09.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been a bad girl...</title><content type='html'>So I was accidently watching a show called "Freddy" and apparantly only depressed people write blogs. And my dad called me depressed a couple of weeks ago. Before I hooked up with possible new friend. But now new friend on the rocks (yes already, shut up) and although I've been low (November was a rough month emotionally and financially) I hardly thought that was depression until..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I have done some ill advised things and missed appointments/chances that were important to me, but somehow just letting them slide was okay at the time. I had more details but I had to delete it. Cause if you don't know me you'd think I was a crappy person and if you do know me (both of you) you'd think I was crappier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my Myers-Brigg test results have changed to ENTJ. Just FYI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-113476608955699923?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/113476608955699923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=113476608955699923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113476608955699923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113476608955699923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-been-bad-girl.html' title='I&apos;ve been a bad girl...'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-113389184154517766</id><published>2005-12-06T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T11:57:21.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so cold today....</title><content type='html'>I just need the Match Game audience to yell out "How cold is it?" gee that was a good show.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's so cold today that my smoke detector is going off and of course it's hardwired into the electrical system so it's not like there's a battery I can pull out and still get some sleep today. Kinda peeving me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday nite I didn't want to leave the house. And one of my best chums applied some well directed peer pressure to come out, so I did cause I haven't seen him lately and thought it was going to be just us. But it wasn't. I didn't call everyone asking if they were coming out. M and his girlfriend S were there. It seemed to me just to show off the ring he bought her. They're engaged. At least I don't have to listen to him whine about being single anymore as he disparages all women everywhere because they don't like him. Plus when making conversation about anything he might know about he redirects his focus to talk more than the person you're listening to. Oh well, he's still good peeps, and I actually like his fiancee a bunch so the irriatation level was fairly mild. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bundle up kids! I need a mini blankie for my smoke detector. I'll start knitting now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-113389184154517766?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/113389184154517766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=113389184154517766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113389184154517766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113389184154517766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-so-cold-today.html' title='It&apos;s so cold today....'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-113329598160834043</id><published>2005-11-29T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:26:21.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LIfe or lack thereof</title><content type='html'>Well Gramma finally had some followthrough too. 33 hours after my Uncle. My mother in screaming match with Cremation Society rep in front of entire family, freaking everyone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boiler for the second floor is completly non-functional. After many sleepless days and many quotes finally found people who only need hand and leg from me vs. arm and leg. Making due with space heaters but 2nd floor tenant is crabby. I'm having a hard time giving a shit tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a weird Sunday Nite Str8 event with only one other person about a week ago. It was actually very interesting to talk to him since he's not normally one of the people I chat with much and he's fairly infrequent attendee. Twas cool. Also learned new word - skitch. Anyone else familiar with this term? It's totally part of my vernacular now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with new chicka progressingly nicely. Made her breakfast on Thursday before she went to her parents for the holiday. (only cause the restaraunt we were meeting at was closed) So we had a car picnic. Major points for me. Hung out Sunday had breakfast at the joint we were supposed to eat at Thursday, she loved it. Went to a couple of estate sales, groovy cool bargains. Had a break from each other, then watched a movie at her house. Brought over one of my dogs and we snuggled on the couch with some popcorn and clear malt beverage. Work last night and tonight but we have plans tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And asbestos abatement dude comes tomorrow to pull out old boiler. New boiler and supplies being brought in and if time installed tomorrow night or Thursday morning. Finally real heat again. The space heaters are lame and cold if you're more than six inches from them in this big old house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-113329598160834043?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/113329598160834043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=113329598160834043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113329598160834043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113329598160834043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-or-lack-thereof.html' title='LIfe or lack thereof'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-113270287244375279</id><published>2005-11-22T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T17:41:12.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>homily for the day</title><content type='html'>In case you haven't laughed while crying yet today check &lt;a href="http://aolsvc.news.aol.com/news/article.adp?id=20051122121809990005&amp;ncid=NWS00010000000001"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out. To add the the jammed packed schedule I've already had, my grandmother has been in the hospital for two weeks and they keep calling and waking everyone up saying "tonight's the night" crap and that the family better come in. Along the bad things come in threes line, my boiler is cracked and leaking water and of course can not be repaired. Although I'm getting more estimates tomorrow the one today said about $6000 to replace. And it can't be done until sometime next week of course. That's sooner than Minnegasco though, they're scheduling for a month out already. And then we got the call that my uncle-in-law took a turn for the worse. At least he had the decency to follow through and pass away this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I've been winning faux money playing poker, and trying to work out some romantic action with some new. Crap timing for her but things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go to work. *hugs* peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-113270287244375279?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113270287244375279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113270287244375279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/11/homily-for-day.html' title='homily for the day'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-113210047800894755</id><published>2005-11-15T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T18:24:11.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Dating</title><content type='html'>So I hosted Speed Dating on Friday night. It went well I think. And then I got a bulletin post on myspace.com about the color of your heart. So I took the test too for fun... And the coincidental timing has been making me think a bit since I've only been dating recently what I really want from a relationship. And truthfully I'm not sure anymore. But I'll be thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Heart Is Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/green.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love completes you, but that doesn't mean you seek it out.&lt;br /&gt;When love comes your way, you integrate it peacefully into the rest of you life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Laid back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Walking around aimlessly and talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both enthusiastic and calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Balance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-113210047800894755?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/113210047800894755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=113210047800894755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113210047800894755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113210047800894755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/11/speed-dating.html' title='Speed Dating'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-113201056055393350</id><published>2005-11-15T05:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:22:40.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>All right, so I haven't been posting. Cause I suck.&lt;br /&gt;And I've been so busy I can't see str8.&lt;br /&gt;And FYI it's not going to get better for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to working most of the hours y'all ask me to hang out, I'm sleeping the rest of those. And going to union meetings in the middle of my sleeping schedule. And getting voted as Executive Board Memeber only because there is no one else. Which is more meetings. And being the only union steward at work. And still a "Big Sister" and Bolder Options mentor. And trying to finish City Inspector's work orders before reinspection December 1st. And playing poker online. And visiting my gram in the hospital. And hosting Speed Dating. And trying to squeeze in a social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not working, and for that I'm sorry. I'll do what I can. Don't take it personally cause I still love and miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-113201056055393350?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/113201056055393350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=113201056055393350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113201056055393350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113201056055393350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/11/absence.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-113200999152331087</id><published>2005-11-14T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:13:11.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't we do some of these already tho?&lt;br /&gt;These are supposedly 26 questions that no one would ever think to ask...&lt;br /&gt;1. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what's the first thing you look at? face&lt;br /&gt;2. How much cash do you have on you?None right here but like 200 bucks in my wallet in my pants...yeah im a high roller&lt;br /&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "TEST"?best&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite plant?China Doll for some reason. Or anything I've grown in my garden.&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?No cellphone but land line caller ID says Nate from work.&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your main ring tone on your phone?Again, no cellphone&lt;br /&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing?green and blu plaid pajama top&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you "label" yourself, could you?I do, usually "dyke" but there was a time in my life when "Hoopa Cow" was all the rage. I'll tell you sometime.&lt;br /&gt;9 Name the brand of your shoes you're currently wearing?bare feet&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room?dark&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?She's a brilliant person who undercuts herself far too often for someone who's such a right on chicka!&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night?Telling a fire truck where to go&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?No cellphone, my last IM said "Sleep well, I won't see you tomorrow cause I have a test"&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you ever click on "Pop Ups" or Banners?nope&lt;br /&gt;16. What's a saying that you say a lot?fer fucks sake..effenheimer...seriously now...anywho....C'mon!&lt;br /&gt;17. Who told you they loved you last?my auntie patty&lt;br /&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched?Ok I was going to be naughty but I'll just say my dog&lt;br /&gt;19. How Many Drugs Have You Done In The Past three Days?If coffee, one. Booze, two.&lt;br /&gt;20. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?What's a roll of film? ;) I'm mostly digital these days&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far?I dunno, I'm having a really crappy week but living a good life for the most part so I'll say now. (33)&lt;br /&gt;22. Your worst enemy? Bacon. Love the taste, makes me sick tho cause I don't eat pork.&lt;br /&gt;23 What is your current desktop picture?Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone?Oh that was on the internet this morning (search for the two teens that killed girl's parents - in custody FYI)&lt;br /&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to change a major regret?The money. The regrets I have I work on correcting myself all the time for free.&lt;br /&gt;26. the last song you listened to?Nobody's Dirty Business - Mississippi John Hurt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-113200999152331087?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/113200999152331087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=113200999152331087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113200999152331087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113200999152331087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/11/didnt-we-do-some-of-these-already-tho.html' title=''/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-113018642008928352</id><published>2005-10-24T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T15:40:20.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm a convivial person...</title><content type='html'>I hosted a card party last night which means opening up my house to strangers. Luckily none of the strangers showed up, it was just people I already knew about. I dunno why the one person I planned the party around her schedule didn't show up. I haven't been even left a courtesy message saying sorry I missed it. Anywho, after everyone left I then went out and saw my str8 friends. Rode my bicycle to bar. It's getting cold out there peeps. I also went to a games party the night before and had a blast. I do like being around people. Almost all the time. Today, not so much. I don't want to go to work either. &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; I will of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-113018642008928352?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/113018642008928352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=113018642008928352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113018642008928352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113018642008928352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-think-im-convivial-person.html' title='I think I&apos;m a convivial person...'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-113000681776166405</id><published>2005-10-22T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T13:46:57.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's</title><content type='html'>working for the weekend. I've got this one off. And of course I'm sick. So I called out last night. Which provoked some guilt that I had to get over. Of course I've gotten emails at work chastising me for not posting more regularly which I consider a little censorious since I've seen her go four days without posting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my updates: coffee date is either non-starter or biggest lull after a big start I've ever experienced. And I'm not sure how I feel about that. I thought she understood about my schedule (she applied for my job about six months after I was hired) but I think it's going to be a bigger issue (if there's even anything to worry about) Luckily my schedule changes Jan 1st so I'll have all my evenings free. If not this chicka another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of my str8 friends say I was "hopeful" about my dating sitch.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll take that as a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;I need about four more hours of sleep. I hate being sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-113000681776166405?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/113000681776166405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=113000681776166405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113000681776166405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/113000681776166405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/10/everybodys.html' title='Everybody&apos;s'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112967001894791594</id><published>2005-10-18T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T16:13:38.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAY then.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;The conference was good. Better than I expected actually. Roommate was fine. She actually went the the women's dance with me. And then the band and some newly made friends and an old friend and myself went to a gay bar in the Superior and danced. I tried to be so quiet coming home and I didn't even wake up my roomie. I found a unique trinket while I was walking home in Duluth for the wedding and it was the perfect size to fit inside one of those chocolate tins for protection so it wouldn't break (hand painted Italian pottery item) I wasn't going to go to the reception but I got talked into it. There was free booze for the people in the wedding party and myself cause I'm just that nice. I called my brother to attend who didn't know about the wedding, that the bride was engaged, what happened to the previous boyfriend he knew about, how the groomen's had a baby or even his wedding (which he was supposed to be my date for) like two years ago. Well it was good to see him anyways and catch him up on the gossip. I've been working almost everyday since. Including overtime tonight. There might be a new gal on my horizon again, more details if something develops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112967001894791594?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112967001894791594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112967001894791594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112967001894791594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112967001894791594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-then.html' title='OKAY then.'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112861935130366331</id><published>2005-10-06T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T12:22:31.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sloth</title><content type='html'>I just can't seem to get going today. Maybe because I know it's the start of a long, strange and boring set of days and I'm just not excited about it. I have a meeting this evening. And right after that I leave town for a union conference in Duluth. I'm not sure why I agreed to go to this thing, and more the less I can't remember why I nominated myself as a delegate. So of course I have to share a room with another delegate who I don't know. Plus I want to party a little on Friday night but I don't want to come stumbling home and wake her up. Make her mad. And there is conference junk all morning on Saturday too. And then rush straight home to go to a straight wedding. Of course I haven't gotten them anything. Maybe I'll just do the lame Target gift certificate thing. Cause I never see her anymore and I've only met the groom once about a year or so ago. Blah. But I do love the weather. I haven't slept so well in a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112861935130366331?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112861935130366331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112861935130366331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112861935130366331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112861935130366331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/10/sloth.html' title='Sloth'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112853598997688077</id><published>2005-10-05T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:13:10.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado sirens</title><content type='html'>They're annoying. They wake me up. I'm going back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;But not before I tell you that today is Ray Kroc's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And that I haven't eaten at his chain of restaraunts since May 19, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;And I was punished for that Egg McMuffin later in the day by being hit by a car.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a scar.&lt;br /&gt;Then again I haven't really had any fast food except salads from Dave Thomas' place andexcept  I did have a chicken sandwich at Carl's JR when I was in California last summer. That's only cause they didn't have anything less nasty. Actually I thought of getting a bacon western cheeseburger but that would have caused sickness. But it would have tasted fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112853598997688077?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112853598997688077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112853598997688077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112853598997688077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112853598997688077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/10/tornado-sirens.html' title='Tornado sirens'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112842090715337817</id><published>2005-10-04T05:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T05:24:07.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a hugger-mugger</title><content type='html'>I once almost bought a 78rpm Victrola at an antique store in...dang I dunno the name of it even. Well I guess that will help keep it's location hugger-mugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something we all can know. Today in 1957 the Soviet Union launched Sputnik 1, the first manmade satellite officially beginning the Space Age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure they've been first at anything else since. Not even vodka consumption which I thought would be pretty high, but of course my own heritage country &lt;a href="http://www.indiana.edu/~engs/articles/polish.html"&gt;Poland beat out even the USA &lt;/a&gt;for amount of college students that use/abuse alcohol at least weekly at a whopping 91%! Pretty much if you ain't boozin' you aint breathing!  That's my kinda story. Kisskiss. Another vodka tonic please and thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112842090715337817?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112842090715337817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112842090715337817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112842090715337817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112842090715337817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-have-hugger-mugger.html' title='I have a hugger-mugger'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112828210562714573</id><published>2005-10-02T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:41:45.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Don McLean (1945) of the song American Pie, Groucho Marx (1890) of heavy eyebrows and original cigar toting fame, and Mohandas Ghandi (1869) of political and spiritual leader fame. And to mentally flow in a line Ben Kingsley played Ghandi in a movie about his life. And old ladies loved him. And Ben Kingsley played a mob boss in the movie "Sexy Beast" which is the movie that I received the most complaints about ever while I worked at the indie theatre. I'm not sure what those same old ladies were thinking his character would be about considering the title but they sure didn't like Ghandi swearing up a blue streak. Here they thought that "That Ben Kingsley is such a nice boy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112828210562714573?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112828210562714573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112828210562714573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112828210562714573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112828210562714573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/10/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112819323931818619</id><published>2005-10-01T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T14:00:39.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spam Comments</title><content type='html'>Sorry to make the change to the three people that actually comment on this blog that are actual friends but I've been getting more spam comments advertising for websites and crap then real ones. Forgive me loves. It was that or have to set up so only people I know can comment (Boo on that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112819323931818619?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112819323931818619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112819323931818619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112819323931818619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112819323931818619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/10/spam-comments.html' title='Spam Comments'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112819235810268891</id><published>2005-10-01T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T13:45:58.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait I didn't mean...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever gone to share something with someone, a few pieces from say a box with quantity thirty pieces inside and they take the whole box and say "Oh, thank you, and what a lovely tin in comes in" That just happened to me on the way to breakfast while passing a neighbor on their front porch. I know I only have myself to blame since I wasn't specific and to them it probably appeared like I had plenty to go around (since I was carrying three boxes total) but I guess I'm extra miffed at myself since these items were already in contention with the person that brought them to the country for me. Oh well, it's not like I can ask for some back or anything. Just suck it up. And look like a generous person vs. a stingy bitch. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112819235810268891?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112819235810268891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112819235810268891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112819235810268891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112819235810268891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/10/wait-i-didnt-mean.html' title='Wait I didn&apos;t mean...'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112819273956574288</id><published>2005-09-30T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T13:52:19.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy night tonight.</title><content type='html'>Going to a movie with my Dad. Saw "History of Violence" warning: very graphic. Like the kind of graphic that used to get rated X or NC17 before Pulp Fiction/NBK/Kill Bill kinda movies came out and ruined good storylines with more and more gore intending to repulse. I'm not saying it wasn't a good movie, cause it was. Just weak stomach be forewarned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then supper at a place I hate. If not for the company I would not have gone. At least I hooked up with a friend there and we stopped for one at the 19. And then to a women's dance at a place that I hate and doesn't appreciate our business. And threatening to stop accepting our business if there's not more of it. Oy vey, what a lot of bull. My friend wasn't vibing on it since this "dance" is supposed to be from 9-1am and the music didn't start until after 10:30pm. I sure hope they do kick us out so maybe it would force them to find someplace decent that actually wanted us there. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112819273956574288?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112819273956574288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112819273956574288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112819273956574288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112819273956574288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/09/busy-night-tonight.html' title='Busy night tonight.'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112758181903470269</id><published>2005-09-24T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T12:14:37.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold wet nose</title><content type='html'>Not that I don't love &lt;a href="http://www.bolderoptions.org"&gt;Bolder Options&lt;/a&gt;, cause I really really do, but every time there is a big group event it pours rain. I'm freezing right now. And because my mentee is a little less fit we couldn't even get going fast enough to warm up. Oh well. I'm a saint and that's all there is to it. We did six miles which is a little less than our normal loop but ten times the amount of hills she's used to. Hey I got new Tshirts too. How can you go wrong? Time to take a nap since I worked this morning and pretty much changed clothes and went to the ride. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112758181903470269?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112758181903470269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112758181903470269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112758181903470269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112758181903470269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/09/cold-wet-nose.html' title='Cold wet nose'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112754592080486204</id><published>2005-09-24T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T02:13:34.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>50 more things you didn't want to know anyways</title><content type='html'>.1-WHERE DO YOU LIVE?A: Minneapolis, MN&lt;br /&gt;2-SEX OR ICE-CREAM?A: sex&lt;br /&gt;3-When is the last time you shaved your legs?A: 1999&lt;br /&gt;4-WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW?A: On break at work&lt;br /&gt;5-WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU WENT OUT TO EAT WITH?A: My dad&lt;br /&gt;6-IF YOU WERE A TOY, WHAT WOULD YOU BE?:A: Tonka truck&lt;br /&gt;7-WHERE WOULD YOU WANT TO GO ON YOUR HONEYMOON?a: Hiking maybe. Get away from it all.&lt;br /&gt;8-WHATS YOUR RING TONE?A: No cellphone&lt;br /&gt;9-WHAT DO YOU THINK A TOBLERONE IS?A: French candy bar&lt;br /&gt;10-WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?A: shorts, St Paul Classic Tshirt, my shell toe Adidas&lt;br /&gt;11-DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?A: Nope 20/20&lt;br /&gt;12-WHAT WAS THE BEST ADVICE EVER GIVEN TO YOU?A: Don't eat that&lt;br /&gt;13-DO YOU OWN A VEHICLE?A: Own one yes, drive it in past 300 days - no&lt;br /&gt;14-WHAT ARE YOUR FUTURE PLANS?A: Make out a will so my "family" gets all my cool stuff instead of my relatives&lt;br /&gt;15-3 FAVE FILMS:A: Office Space, Labrynth, Not Another Teen Movie&lt;br /&gt;16-LAST FILM YOU SAW AT CINEMA?A: Just saw "The Baxter" brand new indie film.&lt;br /&gt;17-FAVE DAY OF THE YEAR?A: Days of fall when it's not too hot and not too cold yet.&lt;br /&gt;18-DO YOU LIKE TO DANCE?A: sure&lt;br /&gt;19-ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK ANYONE OUT?A: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;20- DO YOU SLEEP NAKED?A: Not usually&lt;br /&gt;21-CHRISTMAS OR EASTER?A: Neither... I guess Winter Solstice/Christimas my family doesn't celebrate Easter at all.&lt;br /&gt;22-LUST OR LOVE?A: What about em?&lt;br /&gt;23-KISSES OR HUGS?A: Kissy kissy&lt;br /&gt;24-WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?A: Caring what some jackass thinks and being embarassed. Then being more embarassed cause you realized you cared what they thought for a second. GRRR&lt;br /&gt;25-WORST SOUND?A: Some jerk's cellphone ringing during a movie&lt;br /&gt;26-WHATS THE FIRST THING YOU DO WHEN YOU WAKE UP?A: Take the dogs outside to pee. Or maybe me first (selfish bitch)&lt;br /&gt;27-ROLLER COASTER, SCARY OR EXCITING?A: Exciting at first, then nauseous after cheese on a stick&lt;br /&gt;28-HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU LET THE PHONE RING BEFORE YOU ANSWER?&lt;br /&gt;A: Whatever number of rings is right after I see the caller ID&lt;br /&gt;29-ZODIAC SIGN?A: Leo&lt;br /&gt;30-IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL?A: I drank it all.&lt;br /&gt;31-MOST IMPORTANT PHYSICAL FEATURE:A: Smile&lt;br /&gt;32-MILK.... CHOCOLATE OR WHITE?A: White for cereal/cooking/etc , chocolate to make my poorman mochas&lt;br /&gt;33-DAY OR NIGHT?A: Night&lt;br /&gt;34-SUMMER OR WINTER?A: Winter&lt;br /&gt;35-CAKE OR PIE?A: Potato chips&lt;br /&gt;36-DIAMONDS OR PEARLS?A: Neither... diamonds if forced. Pearls never.&lt;br /&gt;37-SUNRISE OR SUNSETS?A: Sunsets&lt;br /&gt;38-HAVE YOU BROKEN ANY BONES?A: No&lt;br /&gt;39-DO YOU HATE ANYONE?A: No&lt;br /&gt;40-DO YOU BELIEVE IN FIGHTING?A: No&lt;br /&gt;41-WHO DO YOU TURN TO FOR ADVICE?A: Myself&lt;br /&gt;42-IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SKILL IN LIFE WHAT WOULD IT BE?A: Better negotiator&lt;br /&gt;43-WHERE ARE YOUR FAVORITE PLACES TO SHOP?A: Savers&lt;br /&gt;44-WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WEBSITE?A: conceptispuzzles.com&lt;br /&gt;45-WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP?A: Vet&lt;br /&gt;46-HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE?A: I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;47-BMW OR MERCEDES?A: Beamer if forced to. I'm a two wheel kinda girl&lt;br /&gt;48-TATTOOS? AND DO YOU PREFER THE OPPOSITE SEX WITH OR WITHOUT THEM?A: Yes I have them. I don't care about the opposite sex at all.&lt;br /&gt;49-PARIS HILTON OR ANGELINA JOLIE? BRAD PITT OR BEN AFFLECk?A: Angelina &amp;amp; Jack Black&lt;br /&gt;50- WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU REPOSTED THIS FROM?A: Emerging personality is fantastic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112754592080486204?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112754592080486204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112754592080486204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112754592080486204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112754592080486204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/09/50-more-things-you-didnt-want-to-know.html' title='50 more things you didn&apos;t want to know anyways'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112743148603305069</id><published>2005-09-23T05:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:50:01.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the last 24 hours....</title><content type='html'>THIS IS THE NEW VERSION OF GETTING TO KNOW YOUR FRIENDS. YOU KNOW HOW THIS WORKS COPY &amp;amp; PASTE, ANSWER ALL THE QUESTIONS, BLAH BLAH BLAH.LET'S BE HONEST NOW!!****&lt;br /&gt;In the last 24 Hours have you... ****&lt;br /&gt;1. Had sex: nope.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bought something: Drinks for myself and chicka&lt;br /&gt;3. Gotten sick: no&lt;br /&gt;5. Been kissed: yes&lt;br /&gt;9. Piercing/Tattoos: no new ones no&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you drink: in the last 24 hours? Booze water and tea&lt;br /&gt;11. What are you most scared of right now: nada&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to get married: wherever she wants&lt;br /&gt;13. Who do you really hate: Nada - it's a happy day&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like being around people: yes&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like someone you don't have a chance with: I suddenly found out I had a chance!&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you cried: On tuesday... was watching Gilmore Girls season premere.&lt;br /&gt;17. Are you lonely right now: nope.&lt;br /&gt;18. Song that's stuck in your head: nothing right now, the blower at work is drowning out all thought.&lt;br /&gt;19. Been in love: nope&lt;br /&gt;20. Played strip poker: not recently&lt;br /&gt;21. Gotten beaten up: Into a fight yes, I wouldnt call it assualted&lt;br /&gt;22. Been on radio/TV: yes&lt;br /&gt;23. Been in a mosh-pit: Not recently&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any gay/lesbian friends: Yes of course&lt;br /&gt;25. Skinny dipped: Not in a decade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea what happened to 4, 6-8 either. They weren't there originally. I should just make something up... but I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112743148603305069?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112743148603305069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112743148603305069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112743148603305069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112743148603305069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-last-24-hours.html' title='In the last 24 hours....'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112743090255025345</id><published>2005-09-22T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T18:15:02.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crickets... the sound not ball game</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I'm a slacker. Do you really care? Did u even know I was gone?&lt;br /&gt;Some new things. Possible girl on the horizon. Met her attending the Speed Dating event I was hosting at a coffee shop last Saturday. Cheesy line apparantly worked. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biking like a madwomyn recently. St Paul Classic was awesome, even without water and the extra detours down and back up some monster hills. Hosted a bike to the movies event. Small but I still consider successful. Saw horrible movie that I had already seen but it gave me the opportunity to rip it further to shreds and find more flaws in the story/camera work/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biked last weekend with some friends. Big meeting with my Bolder Options chicka and our coordinator. Have bike ride with her this Saturday morning including volunteering before the ride at 0700 hours. Did I mention I have to work until 0430 hours? It's going to be a long morning. Then there is a Women Only Barn Dance hosted by a fellow OTB'er. It's a drive, mostly going to be country music and BYOB but my friends want to carpool and check it out. At least it starts early enough to come back to cities and go dancing or something. And Sunday morning is the Police Unity Bike Tour. 30 miles but supposed to be causal nothing hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course Sunday Nite Str8 friends. And the new chicka wants to go. We'll see how that works out. Our date last night was great. Picked her a bouquet of flowers from my front yard. Hard to beat that when you're trying to impress a French Candian. She loves to sing Karoke so we went somewhere she could do that, then played a couple games of pool and ended the night on a "pleasant note". Getcher mind out of the gutter, I'm a good girl! And so is she. KBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112743090255025345?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112743090255025345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112743090255025345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112743090255025345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112743090255025345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/09/crickets-sound-not-ball-game.html' title='Crickets... the sound not ball game'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112566853334630203</id><published>2005-09-02T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T08:42:13.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great MN Get Together</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I got two hours of sleep in the morning and then went to pick up my coworker at work at o'dark thirty. I wanted to go to use the Park and Ride at the U of M but little did I know he's deathly afraid of motorcycles. Which until I get tabs on my last car, all my transportation is two wheeled. So another coworker dropped him off at the park and ride and we went together. Stayed until about 10am and then took the shuttle back. Came home, tried to post for ya and my power went out. Took a nap, woke up and chatted with dad for awhile, then went back to the Fair for some supper. Home after another three hours, this time much more crowded GRRR but still fun. Got to see some things that coworker didn't want to bother with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some facts for you:&lt;br /&gt;Today in 1901 Vice President Theodore Roosevelt gave a speech at the MN State Fair. You might be familiar with it, "Speak softly and carry a big stick".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sticks there are 864 items on a stick at the Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday which was Senior Day/Thursday is traditionally the least attended day of the Fair. (No wonder I prefer it - plus I go during the day while the chumps are at work, anywho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one Peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112566853334630203?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112566853334630203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112566853334630203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112566853334630203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112566853334630203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/09/great-mn-get-together.html' title='Great MN Get Together'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112550519780288978</id><published>2005-08-31T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T11:19:57.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things...</title><content type='html'>I would like to complain about but I never get the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed Birthday party for me and a fellow birthday boy filled only with the hosts' friends and no one else we knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two chums that I used to hang out with have now gotten girlfriends and dropped off the face of the earth. At least only one thinks that I'm mad at them and not speaking to them for some other reason. I'm not saying if I was dating one of these chickas more seriously they wouldn't come first, but I don't believe I would ignore all the people that got me this far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Sunday Nite str8 folks suddenly got the idea that because our import from California likes racing cars and a different Sunday Nite boy's boss likes racing cars they should be hooked up in some way. Then again the new girlfriend is keeping California boy away all of a sudden so I don't think it matters really. I'm sure he'd just as soon let the car rust in the course of getting some since that's all he complained about the entire nine months he's lived here prior to girlfriend in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note I've been doing a lot of socializing and seeing movies on my vacation and just plain relaxing which is very nice. Although I am trying to fix my dad's computer and because of his low level of training he just keeps saying it's broke/get rid of it vs. saying well I can see the progress you're making for me, FOR FREE, instead of me having to buy a new computer. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112550519780288978?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112550519780288978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112550519780288978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112550519780288978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112550519780288978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-many-things.html' title='So many things...'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112488034204348645</id><published>2005-08-24T05:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T05:45:42.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple digits!</title><content type='html'>Oh, for cute! This is post number one hundred and one! Hope you're having a good day! Had to drive my dad to work so I could borrow the car to pick up lumber. Now a nap before "My Toy Store" opens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112488034204348645?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112488034204348645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112488034204348645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112488034204348645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112488034204348645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/08/triple-digits.html' title='Triple digits!'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112487946661526407</id><published>2005-08-23T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T05:31:06.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Upset that I'm not posting enough? Well, Screw you, I'm on vacation. Actually I worked almost every day for the last three weeks leading up to vacation and have really just eaten and slept during my single off day per week. And now I'm catching up on all the crap I've been putting off for a long time. Like the work that I bitched about earlier that was mandated by the city inspector. Not really good things to ignore. Those fines and threats of jail time &lt;shiver&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a funny story. I sold my truck a month ago and the new owners had the chutzpah to call and ask me to pay half the bill to repair the tranmission that just broke down in Nebraska on the way to Mexico. At first I actually considered sending them some small token cause they were really nice and have a special needs child etc, then I'm like, wait a cottonpickin' minute here. I haven't even seen this vehicle in a month, hasn't even been in the same county as me, I told them about all the tiny, surface things that I knew about. So why should I be responsible for them making sure this vehicle was ready/able for a thousand plus mile road trip? How can you predict that a transmission is about to go out when there were not obvious signs when I drove it to BFE* to deliver it a month ago? Anywho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112487946661526407?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112487946661526407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112487946661526407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112487946661526407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112487946661526407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/08/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112322465141206264</id><published>2005-08-05T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T01:50:51.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>25 Questions You'd Never Think to Ask. (but I've asked similiar!)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;1. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what's the first thing you look at? I don't look in mirrors much... I check for chin hair growth&lt;br /&gt;2. How much cash do you have on you? $207&lt;br /&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "TEST"?Best&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite plant?China Doll. But I can never keep one alive. My garden is awesome tho!&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your phone?Credit Direct Mortgage or some other lame ass solicitor&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your main ring tone on your phone? My Targhetto phone has a regular old ring.&lt;br /&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing?Black tank with red graphic&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you "label" yourself?um no...but when asked I say "active fatty" or "long haired butch"&lt;br /&gt;9. Name brand of your shoes currently wearing?Adidas&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room?Dark&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? (kinda moot on a blog really...anywho)&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever "spilled the beans"?um yeah&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night?Working&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message you recieved on your cell phone say?I have no cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you ever click on "Pop Ups" or Banners?heck no!&lt;br /&gt;16.What's a saying that you say a lot?Good Times. Still a classic&lt;br /&gt;17. Who told you they loved you last?My dad.&lt;br /&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched?One of the dogs as kicking out of bed cause it was too hot&lt;br /&gt;19. How many hours a week do you work?About 60ish. Depends on what else I got happening socially&lt;br /&gt;20. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?Zero&lt;br /&gt;21.Favorite age you have been so far?My current. Looking forward to new numbers next week tho&lt;br /&gt;22. Your worst enemy?dont have one.&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your current desk top picture?Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone?BRB&lt;br /&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to erase all of your regrets, what would you choose? The cash. I have few regrets ever, and none are current.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112322465141206264?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112322465141206264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112322465141206264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112322465141206264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112322465141206264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/08/25-questions-youd-never-think-to-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112268907070368058</id><published>2005-07-29T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T21:04:30.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzz</title><content type='html'>Today was fantastic. After working late for a little overtime I slept the entire day away. Right through all the nasty sales calls and my mother. Some much needed rest after being hung over yesterday. And I'm not working any overtime on these next too off days. It's getting a little crazy at work becuase yet another person turned in their notice and their last night is Sunday. Just in case I thought the three temps we have were going to help relieve the pressure. Oy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112268907070368058?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112268907070368058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112268907070368058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112268907070368058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112268907070368058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/07/zzzz.html' title='Zzzz'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112262947271499155</id><published>2005-07-29T04:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T04:31:12.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>Finally my mentee from &lt;a href="http://bolderoptions.com"&gt;Bolder Options &lt;/a&gt;had her Phase I graduation ceremony tonight. Was nice, they even bumped it up to the "Gold Medal" as long as she attends two more youth meetings and her mom/gramma someone goes to the parent's meeting. Which means she gets to keep the bike she's been riding. It was a little comical loading my dad, her parent's and her little sister all into the Toyota Matrix. I mean it's a station wagon, but not like the big old wood panel versions from the 70's hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the concert Sunday is this lovely &lt;a href="http://www.julieloyd.com"&gt;chicka&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out. 4pm. Invite Only. And after the concert I go to Maxwell's. Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112262947271499155?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112262947271499155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112262947271499155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112262947271499155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112262947271499155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/07/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112245038323520153</id><published>2005-07-27T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T02:46:23.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sunday!</title><content type='html'>Anyone local want to go to this house concert? Chick with guitar action. I guess they haven't been as well attended during the summer months lately and thinking of not doing it anymore. Even though it's a little Lite Rock for my tastes I would certainly like them to continue helping up and coming folks. Only ten of your hard earned bucks. Oh course after the concert I have to hang out with my Str8 friends. You're welcome to come help me overtake the tyranny of the masses on that front as well. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112245038323520153?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112245038323520153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112245038323520153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112245038323520153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112245038323520153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-sunday.html' title='This Sunday!'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-111961992497441746</id><published>2005-07-27T02:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T02:41:27.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey 4</title><content type='html'>(x) Slept all night in a bed with a person of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) Slept all night in a bed with a person of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) Slept for more than 12 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) Missed a week of school or more&lt;br /&gt;( ) Put chapstick on more than 5 times in an 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kissed more than one person in a day&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kissed more than two people in a day&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten a gummy worm&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped on a trampoline&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ridden a unicycle.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done something special for someone else&lt;br /&gt;( ) Stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant&lt;br /&gt;( ) Paid more than $50 for food at a fast food restaurant&lt;br /&gt;( ) Got caught for cheating&lt;br /&gt;( ) Talked on the phone while going to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;( ) Brushed your teeth while on the phone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worked at a fast food place&lt;br /&gt;(x) Written a poem&lt;br /&gt;( ) Randomly called people out of a phone book ...instead I'll add a new one below&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gotten a wrong number but talked to them anyways&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been on a yacht&lt;br /&gt;(x) Put bananas in your cheerios&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lied to a friend to make them feel better&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dated someone more than 4 years older than you&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eaten frosting out of the original container&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had a dream about a MySpace friend...at least I think it was her&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fallen in public.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had your pants rip&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently had a PB&amp;amp;J sandwich&lt;br /&gt;(x) Killed an animal, insects dont count&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been prescribed to 3 or more medications by a doctor at once&lt;br /&gt;( ) Wished you were an only child&lt;br /&gt;( ) Used your friends razor...think gradeschool&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been unproud of a decision you made&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worked for a family member&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been told you were too young&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made out in a car&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kissed a friend, then their best friend&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gotten away with a lie to your parents&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been dumped the night before a dance and left with out a date&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone out with a person one of your parents set you up with&lt;br /&gt;( x) Hate to admit you are wrong&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ridden in a shopping cart in the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;( x) Break danced in a Mini Mart&lt;br /&gt;( ) Went into a mini mart in socks...drop bottom pj's is another story&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn a tiara....silver plastic with hearts I found at the parade&lt;br /&gt;(x)Gone to church more than 3 times in a week&lt;br /&gt;( ) Copied more than 30 CD's in a day&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made a movie ...claymation. Cause I'm awesome&lt;br /&gt;(x)Dressed gothic&lt;br /&gt;( ) Worn 5 or more layers of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had a stalker&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been to California&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lived on a house boat&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swam in clear blue water. but I put a toe in while in Australia&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sat in a doctors office with a friend&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ran across 6 lanes of traffic&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hit on a waiter/waitress&lt;br /&gt;(x) Taken pictures with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) Stayed in a hotel room with 3 other school mates.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made a public speech&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been on cable television.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been on regular television&lt;br /&gt;( ) Put straws up your nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) Choreographed a dance&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt used&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made a smoothie or milkshake&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had fun at work/school&lt;br /&gt;( ) Watched Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;( ) Watched a movie so often you could quote every word&lt;br /&gt;(x) picked bellybutton and smelled it&lt;br /&gt;( ) Listened to an old NSYNC or Backstreet Boys CD more than&lt;br /&gt;once.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kept something from a past relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) Given someone else flowers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Taken a foreign language&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gotten to school at 6:15 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;(x) Not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed for no apparent reason&lt;br /&gt;( ) Spent more than 10 minutes on this survey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-111961992497441746?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/111961992497441746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=111961992497441746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/111961992497441746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/111961992497441746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/07/survey-4.html' title='Survey 4'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112218057604619620</id><published>2005-07-23T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:49:36.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The heat's unbearable</title><content type='html'>One of the few times I've been glad for working so much. Someone else can pay to keep me cool. I also went to Women's Happening dance last night. Was supposed to have like ten people that I knew going and one went. I saw a lot of other people I knew but didn't know they were going to be there. Worked the Aquatennial Triathalon last weekend and seeing some of those people go by... I know I can do it now. Anyone wanna teach me to swim better tho? A mile is a really long way. Hanging with Little Bro of course (who finally got a phone YAY!), and trying to get Bolder Options chick to accomplish some overdue tasks so that she can graduate from probation on time but it aint working out that way. I guess there's a reason one of their slogans is "All it takes is all you've got".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112218057604619620?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112218057604619620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112218057604619620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112218057604619620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112218057604619620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/07/heats-unbearable.html' title='The heat&apos;s unbearable'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-111962015623700326</id><published>2005-07-16T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T02:12:34.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey 3</title><content type='html'>(x)I have been drunk&lt;br /&gt;( )I have beed stoned&lt;br /&gt;( x)I have driven while intoxicated (once a long time ago)&lt;br /&gt;(x) I have kissed a member of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;(x)I have kissed a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;( )I crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;(x)I rode in a taxi&lt;br /&gt;( )I have been in love....yeah, I'm not sure about this one..infatuation lots of times but love?&lt;br /&gt;(x)I've had sex&lt;br /&gt;(x)I've had sex in public&lt;br /&gt;(x)I've shoplifted (and I got caught, I was like 5)&lt;br /&gt;(x)I have been fired&lt;br /&gt;( )I have cut myself on purpose&lt;br /&gt;(x)I have been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;(x)I've snuck out of my parent's house&lt;br /&gt;( )I have been arrested&lt;br /&gt;(x)I've made out with a stranger......but not in DAYS!!&lt;br /&gt;( )I've played Beer Pong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( )I've walked around NYC&lt;br /&gt;(x)I've stolen something from my job&lt;br /&gt;( )I've celebrated New Year's in Time Square&lt;br /&gt;(x )I've gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;( )I've had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( )I've celebrated Mardi-Gras in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;( )I have been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;(x)I've been sick on a major holiday&lt;br /&gt;(  )I've worn a hoodie to hide my dialated pupils from my parents&lt;br /&gt;(x)I've seen/heard a ghost or other supernatural entity&lt;br /&gt;(x)I've skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( )I have thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;( x)I have eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;( x)I have been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;(x)I have been happy with myself&lt;br /&gt;( x)I have met a movie star&lt;br /&gt;( )I've punched myself in the face&lt;br /&gt;(x)I went to a prom&lt;br /&gt;( )I've bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;(x)I have been to a pop concert&lt;br /&gt;( )I've witnessed the miracle of birth&lt;br /&gt;(x)I have dated someone for over a year&lt;br /&gt;( x)I've puked because of stress&lt;br /&gt;(x )I've gone a whole day without food&lt;br /&gt;( )I've gone to class stoned&lt;br /&gt;( )I've broken a promise to someone I really love ...wait, did I *really* ever love someone?&lt;br /&gt;( x)I've tried to punch a hole through a solid wall and busted my knuckle open instead&lt;br /&gt;( )I've cheated to get accepted into college&lt;br /&gt;( )I've cheated to help someone else get accepted into college&lt;br /&gt;( )I've cheated on a national standardized test&lt;br /&gt;(x)I have been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;(x)I have slept in the nude&lt;br /&gt;(x)I've eaten cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;(x )I've been to a rave&lt;br /&gt;(x)I've been skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;( )I've had jury duty&lt;br /&gt;(x)I've hated someone without knowing them...hate's a pretty strong word...let's say strongly disliked someone.&lt;br /&gt;(x )I've vandalized government property...define government property&lt;br /&gt;( )I've done spray-paint graffiti&lt;br /&gt;(x )I've shot a real gun&lt;br /&gt;(x )I've ran around with my trousers around my ankles&lt;br /&gt;(x )I've gotten my butt kicked&lt;br /&gt;(x)I've been caught smoking&lt;br /&gt;(x )I've milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;( )I've hocked a loogie at someone&lt;br /&gt;(x)I've got in a verbal fight with a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( )I've cheated on someone&lt;br /&gt;( x)I've blatantly and unabashedly stared at an extremely ugly person&lt;br /&gt;( )Lied one time in this survey&lt;br /&gt;( )Lied more than once in this survey&lt;br /&gt;( )Threw a party at a friends house when they were gone&lt;br /&gt;( )Partied every weekend for the last month&lt;br /&gt;( )Sniffed markers to get high&lt;br /&gt;( )I've done hallucinogenic drugs&lt;br /&gt;(x)Slept for more than 15 hours at a time&lt;br /&gt;( )Petted a live tiger&lt;br /&gt;(x )Kissed someone in the snow&lt;br /&gt;( )Found a four leaf clover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-111962015623700326?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/111962015623700326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=111962015623700326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/111962015623700326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/111962015623700326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/07/survey-3.html' title='Survey 3'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112111378478768987</id><published>2005-07-11T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T15:29:44.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So friday night was my big card party for &lt;a href="http://www.outtobrunch.org"&gt;OTB &lt;/a&gt;and although small it was a rousing success I feel. Then a few of us went to the &lt;a href="http://www.twilightgirl.com"&gt;Twilight Dance &lt;/a&gt;at the Kitty Cat Club. I even invited a str8 boy. One injury to someone I don't know but might change future dances. I also had fun in spite of rescue and ambulance attending, and I got to flirt with a lot of girls inviting them to the Qmatch Speed Dating we were having on saturday night at the Blue Moon Coffee Shop. Also small but successful. Only one person (who came for a few minutes and left) didn't match anyone else about making new friends or setting up on a date! I'm wondering if it could be a monthly thing. Every two weeks didn't seem to adversly affect anything. Although that's too much for me to do all the time once a month seems feasible. Well got to go get my Little Brother, we're going to paint his name on the bicycle that we got for free on Saturday from the Rosemount police department and Big Brother Big Sister. We had to do some repairs which was fun and got to teach him how to work on his bike a little bit. It was cool. His dad even hung out with us too. Nice guy. And then work after that. Whew. Busy girl again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112111378478768987?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112111378478768987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112111378478768987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112111378478768987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112111378478768987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-friday-night-was-my-big-card-party.html' title=''/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11074362.post-112111308048812235</id><published>2005-07-11T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T15:18:00.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi Political Semi Personal</title><content type='html'>&gt; FROM THE SPANISH PRIME MINISTER'S SPEECH ON GAY MARRIAGE&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; PRIME MINISTER JOSE LUIS RODRIGUEZ ZAPATERO - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not legislating, honorable members, for people far away and not known by us. We are enlarging the opportunity for happiness to our neighbors, our co-workers, our friends and, our families: at the same time we are making a more decent society, because a decent society is one that does not humiliate its members. . .&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Today, the Spanish society answers to a group of people who, during many years have been humiliated, whose rights have been ignored, whose dignity has been offended, their identity denied, and their liberty oppressed. Today the Spanish society grants them the respect they deserve, recognizes their rights, restores their dignity, affirms their identity, and restores their liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; It is true that they are only a minority, but their triumph is&lt;br /&gt;&gt; everyone's triumph. It is also the triumph of those who oppose this law, even though they do not know this yet:  because it is the triumph of liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Their victory makes all of us (even those who oppose the law) better&lt;br /&gt;&gt; people, it makes our society better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Honorable members, there is no damage to marriage or to the concept of family in allowing two people of the same sex to get married. To the contrary, what happens is this class of Spanish citizens get the potential to organize their lives with the rights and privileges of marriage and family. There is no danger to the institution of marriage, but precisely the opposite: this law enhances and respects marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Today, conscious that some people and institutions are in a profound&lt;br /&gt;&gt; disagreement with this change in our civil law, I wish to express that, like other reforms to the marriage code that preceded this one, this law will generate no evil, that its only consequence will be the avoiding of senseless suffering of decent human beings. A society that avoids senseless suffering of decent human beings is a better society.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; With the approval of this bill, our country takes another step in the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; path of liberty and tolerance that was begun by the democratic change of government. Our children will look at us incredulously if we tell them that many years ago, our mothers had less rights than our fathers, or if we tell them that people had to stay married against their will even though they were unable to share their lives. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Today we can offer them a beautiful lesson: every right gained, each access to liberty, has been the result of the struggle and sacrifice of many people that deserve our recognition and praise.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11074362-112111308048812235?l=lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/feeds/112111308048812235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11074362&amp;postID=112111308048812235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112111308048812235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11074362/posts/default/112111308048812235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesbionicklessons.blogspot.com/2005/07/semi-political-semi-personal.html' title='Semi Political Semi Personal'/><author><name>-=a=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01876582837832401379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.zubenubi.com/WorkChickMagnet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
