<?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-6192763</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:49:30.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Thing Called Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Regret nothing, learn from everything</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-109307422546580105</id><published>2004-08-21T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T00:43:45.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the end of the line... I know you hate good byes as much as I doIt has definentely been one of those years as all of you know, from divorce to guys, to life in general. But just in case any of you had any doubts, yes i am still here, and thriving. Since my last post, i have started my new job, had interesting new and old encounters, and am now but days away from starting a life on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/109307422546580105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=109307422546580105' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/109307422546580105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/109307422546580105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-is-end-of-line.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108688679372793430</id><published>2004-06-10T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T09:59:53.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!I got a Job!I got a phone call yesterday from Ron (manager of Mount Hood Medical Center Admitting), and he told me I was hired! Yay! Joy! Rapture! I start training next week, which is really exciting, and of course since this is an office environment, I need to go shopping for clothes. *snaps fingers*I wanted to surprise everyone in admitting on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108688679372793430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108688679372793430' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108688679372793430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108688679372793430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/06/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108628804181243314</id><published>2004-06-03T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T11:40:41.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleep...Beautiful Sleep...I finally got a full nights sleep the other night. I felt so refreshed. Unfortunately i wasn't as lucky last night. Oh well, I still got more sleep than usual last night.It looks like I am going down to Miami this summer to go see my family. Two weeks of rest in the sun. I'll probably be as red as a cherry by the time I get back, but it'll be worth it. I miss my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108628804181243314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108628804181243314' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108628804181243314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108628804181243314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/06/sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108587296377136454</id><published>2004-05-29T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T16:22:43.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And a Time to Every Purpose Under Heaven...-Turn! Turn Turn! by the ByrdsLife has been getting harder and harder lately. I just found out that I didn't get into Radiography, just like I had a feeling I wouldn't. I placed 91 out of 229 (originally 260). I am going to try one more time next year, but then I am going to move on, and find another way to live.I am still hoping on some really thin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108587296377136454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108587296377136454' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108587296377136454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108587296377136454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/05/and-time-to-every-purpose-under-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108533960429146592</id><published>2004-05-23T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T12:13:24.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some R&amp;Rdid you hear that...i didn't think soAfter a really busy week, I am finally going to get some well deserved R&amp;R. Brad you would be proud of me :)It has been one of those up and down, turn me up side down and inside out rollar coaster rides. On the up side for the past week legacy has been contacting my references and doing a back ground check for possible hire...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108533960429146592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108533960429146592' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108533960429146592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108533960429146592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/05/some-rr-did-you-hear-that.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108508177704601365</id><published>2004-05-20T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T12:36:17.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sad Good byes to a Good FriendYesterday, I was switching users to talk to Peter. Before i logged back on, my dog, Marley, was going bonkers in the garage. So, since I was the only one in the house that could really control him, I went in there to settle him down. Apparently Mom and Becky were in there trying to get some things out of the garage, but Marley wasn't to happy about that, and was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108508177704601365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108508177704601365' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108508177704601365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108508177704601365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/05/sad-good-byes-to-good-friend-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108464450608175824</id><published>2004-05-15T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T11:08:45.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Pain of Commitmenthow I loath theeWell, it looks like I get to update my "what I'm about" column. After last night I am officially single. I am already going through the steps of breaking up (grieving, anger depression, acceptance). I went through the anger and grieving stage when i was going out with him (knowing that it would all come to an end), so right now I am in the depression stage</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108464450608175824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108464450608175824' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108464450608175824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108464450608175824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/05/pain-of-commitment-how-i-loath-thee.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108441570331175024</id><published>2004-05-12T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T19:35:22.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Story TimeWell, now that I am no longer going to be working at Mikasa, i am going to put my free time to good use. I plan to complete rough draft of my story by the end of this month. Keep an eye out on the story progress, because i am going to be updating it frequently.In other news, I am still waiting to hear about radiography. I find out by the beginning of June. Oh the torture!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108441570331175024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108441570331175024' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108441570331175024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108441570331175024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/05/story-time-well-now-that-i-am-no.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108362722892356546</id><published>2004-05-03T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T16:37:54.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work sucks! I know... Blink 182Well, I am finally going to do it. I am quiting Mikasa. I can understand that they have been having sales difficulties, but I have money issues, and am looking at a very possible gloomy future here. This coming week I have 8 hours of work on a $7.50 pay. Next week, I have four hours. Let me repeat that...Four Hours. FOUR Freaken Hours! I do some of the best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108362722892356546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108362722892356546' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108362722892356546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108362722892356546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/05/work-sucks-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108353385306121302</id><published>2004-05-02T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T14:44:41.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every Body Dance Now! Da dada dada dada dada....you get the ideaI got to ride a limo! And I ate all the chocolate that was provided :)Also went to prom, got to dance, dance, dance, dance, dance ,dance, dance. Phiew. Peter has a good sum of it all. I got to dance by my self most of the time, because i hooked him up with my neighbor Sara (heheheh). Mike says that if I were a guy, I would be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108353385306121302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108353385306121302' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108353385306121302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108353385306121302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/05/every-body-dance-now-da-dada-dada-dada.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108336300157378771</id><published>2004-04-30T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T15:14:20.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Operation: BradicusTomorrow is prom. And I am ready to go. Get to ride the limo, get down, and then afterwards, I get to kidnap brad, and take him to my place *wink wink*From there I get to hatch my top secret scheme with Peter, Mike, and Tiff, involving a tube sock, the internet, and pie :)Shhhhh...don't tell Brad, it's a secret.By the way. Lot's of thanks to Brad. You are a great friend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108336300157378771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108336300157378771' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108336300157378771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108336300157378771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/04/operation-bradicus-tomorrow-is-prom.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108309631331457012</id><published>2004-04-27T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T13:09:28.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No GoI feel so horrible. i didn't get the job, and I am fearing for radiography right now. I am a little disappointed, so I'm going to go get some things done to get my mind off of it. i wish that patrick would call, I need someone to talk to. But I have a feeling that he won't. I feel like everything is losing grip again. need to go...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108309631331457012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108309631331457012' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108309631331457012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108309631331457012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/04/no-go-i-feel-so-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108294898873840621</id><published>2004-04-25T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T20:14:13.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No!*eye twitches*My sister is eight years old, and she doesn't know how to ride a bike...yeah, that's what I thought.So today I decided to take her out so she could learn. She actually told me no, I don wanna. She went riding... no child under my authority tells me no. Just because she gets away with it when it comes to my mother, doesn't mean she's going to get away with it when it comes to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108294898873840621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108294898873840621' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108294898873840621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108294898873840621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/04/no-eye-twitches-my-sister-is-eight.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108261790133366916</id><published>2004-04-22T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T00:18:36.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rasmataz!You're right lyns, it is time for an update.I did my job shadow and interview today, and both went very well, especially the job shadow. I really hope I get into that program. As for the job interview, it didn't go quite as well as the job shadow, but it still went well enough. I even made Ron (the guy who was interviewing me) laugh once or twice, so it's nice to see that he's a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108261790133366916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108261790133366916' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108261790133366916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108261790133366916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/04/rasmataz-youre-right-lyns-it-is-time.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108249697679927274</id><published>2004-04-20T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T14:40:34.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fick DichI just wanted to say that... Let's see who knows what it means :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108249697679927274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108249697679927274' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108249697679927274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108249697679927274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/04/fick-dich-i-just-wanted-to-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108244368740293828</id><published>2004-04-19T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T00:26:35.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a bad womanLyns is on the verge of cutting my head off and putting it on a pike...lol. It's like a flash back to Lord of the Flies.To make things short. I endded up talking to lyns on chat, and the convo of Brad came up. Because of my blunt personality, I asked her do you like him, and a shorten version of what she said it was yes. So i asked her if she wanted me to hook her up. Again in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108244368740293828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108244368740293828' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108244368740293828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108244368740293828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-am-bad-woman-lyns-is-on-verge-of.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108239735003760543</id><published>2004-04-19T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T10:59:52.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>InterviewOMG!Well, I have my interview set for Wednesday at 1pm after my job shadow which ends at 12pm. I figure why not kill two birds with one stone. After all I'm going to be dressed for an interview, so I don't have to worry about getting ready and prepared by 1pm.I just have to drive there, and have my resume and everything ready to go :)For those of you who don't know, I have an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108239735003760543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108239735003760543' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108239735003760543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108239735003760543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/04/interview-omg-well-i-have-my-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108215018657548541</id><published>2004-04-16T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T14:20:26.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I talked to a god!Or something like it...I emailed Ramon Perez of Butter Nut Squash and got a reply. I swoon men from all over the country. Damn I'm good! *snickers*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108215018657548541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108215018657548541' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108215018657548541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108215018657548541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-talked-to-god-or-something-like-it.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108198289983306929</id><published>2004-04-14T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T15:52:16.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Aniversary!(1 month)- love Patricksigh I gave patrick his birthday present which was a really well done painting (by yours truely) of the cloumbia gorge. He liked it so i didn't have to resort to plan b (dinner). After i gave him the painting we got back in the car and he gave me a card. i told him it wasn't mybirthday for another week. He told me to open it, so I did, and it said "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108198289983306929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108198289983306929' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108198289983306929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108198289983306929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/04/happy-aniversary-1-month-love-patrick.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108174634678191806</id><published>2004-04-11T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T22:12:20.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tattoo!!!!I'm getting my tattoo...joy (said stimpy style)I'm going to Vertigo Tattoo with my dad, who's going to hold my hand while I get it done (I'm such a weakling- I know)It's going to be of a Celtic cross and it's going on my foot (the most sensitive of all places). Because it's going on my foot it may need touch ups later, but it's going on there. So there Brad! Brad doesn't believe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108174634678191806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108174634678191806' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108174634678191806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108174634678191806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/04/tattoo-im-getting-my-tattoo.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108156497555403009</id><published>2004-04-09T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T19:46:45.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love and BasketballI have just played three hours of basketball. I am hurting so badly...and I love it!Now I understand why Patrick loves it so much. I even met some cool people, including a guy who went to reynolds and graduated two years before me. Deandre I think. All in all it was a great three hours of basketball, and to think, I wasn't that bad :)However, just because I liked basket </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108156497555403009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108156497555403009' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108156497555403009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108156497555403009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/04/love-and-basketball-i-have-just-played.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108120944801502989</id><published>2004-04-05T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T17:01:12.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, wow, look at the time!Time sure flies when you're having funWell, it finally happened...Legacy Called me about a job! I still don't know if I'm going to get it or not, but at least I got a phone call saying that I was qualified for the position. I'm waiting for a phone call about getting an interview, and I really hope I get the job at Mount Hood Medical Center, but if I get one of the two</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108120944801502989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108120944801502989' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108120944801502989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108120944801502989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/04/oh-wow-look-at-time-time-sure-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108076515856410524</id><published>2004-03-31T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T12:36:47.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a sign! Thank you GodWell, after lots of praying, and listening, it looks like Patrick and I are "official". Thank you God. I really like the guy, and have been catching my self saying "where have you been all my life?" Then I mentally kick my self to get my self back on track. Brad was right though, he really is smooth. Heheheh. Just how I like them.For those of you who don't know me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108076515856410524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108076515856410524' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108076515856410524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108076515856410524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/03/its-sign-thank-you-god-well-after-lots.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108060995536652911</id><published>2004-03-29T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T17:36:36.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Mommy  says Dad has brown eyes because he's so full of sh...yeah... about thatI watched The Jersey Girl last night with you know who (wink wink). It was a really bad movie, with very few funny parts (like the little quote above), but as i have said before, the company made it worth it. My friend Diana calls Patrick "a friend with benefits". yeah... :)While we were at the theaters, I guess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108060995536652911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108060995536652911' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108060995536652911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108060995536652911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-mommy-says-dad-has-brown-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108037314025968049</id><published>2004-03-26T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T23:43:36.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are bad...WTF?I just got two viruses set to me. One of them said "you are bad". Yeah, that's what I thought. I deleted them so they wouldn't infect my computer. I got together with my friend Diana today and we did a girls night out. It was fun and the food was great, that is until I came across a pendejo in my food. For those of you who are not fluent in spanish, pendejo means short hairs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108037314025968049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108037314025968049' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108037314025968049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108037314025968049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-are-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108027639434735906</id><published>2004-03-25T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T20:50:03.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look at What I can do!Isn't yoga fun :)yeah, wouldn't you like to know what position I'm doing. I'm sure you're drooling already.The new yoga teacher at Balley's is great. She does a power yoga that really makes you sweat...it's great. There's this new pose that we learned where you have you're knees on the ground, and you reach back doing a wheel. It's so fun :)You know, a real man is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108027639434735906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108027639434735906' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108027639434735906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108027639434735906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/03/look-at-what-i-can-do-isnt-yoga-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-108000877637726340</id><published>2004-03-22T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T18:35:31.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Now, are you a Mexi-can, or a Mexi-can't?"hehehehPatrick and I went to his friend's house again, and watched Once Upon a Time in Mexico. Good times, good times. We finished the movie like 10-ish, and then we talked until 3am. He said that was definently a first for him, and now that I think about it, it was a first for me too.I was so comfortable, and so happy just sitting there, that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/108000877637726340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=108000877637726340' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108000877637726340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/108000877637726340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/03/now-are-you-mexi-can-or-mexi-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107981832091184523</id><published>2004-03-20T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T13:36:44.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in heavensigh amoreWell I called him up, and I am so glad that I did :)We went to the movies yesterday, and watched Dawn of the Dead. That was the sickest movie I have ever seen. I was shaking the whole time, and I jumped several times. *shivers* But it was worth it; besides I really enjoyed the company (which is what counts the most). Then afterwards he took me home, and said he'd call </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107981832091184523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107981832091184523' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107981832091184523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107981832091184523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/03/im-in-heaven-sigh-amore-well-i-called.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107965768491482531</id><published>2004-03-18T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T16:58:05.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Phone calls, ugh!It's always nice, that first cup of coffee (and slice of pizza in my case), but what I hate is that phone call afterwards. Should I call first, or wait for him? This is the only thing that I haven't quite figured out yet. What do you guys think?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107965768491482531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107965768491482531' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107965768491482531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107965768491482531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/03/phone-calls-ugh-its-always-nice-that.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107957467180304420</id><published>2004-03-17T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T17:55:03.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess Where I got pierced? HehehehehNot there, you perverts, I was talking about my ears!Actually I saw that as a bumper sticker. I laughed, it was cool :)Well, I had a fun day today :)I went out for coffee, with Patrick. Nice guy, and his birthday is on...April, just like every other guy I've been with. Weird. Brad, I guess you were right.Anyway! He's funny, has the same believes, very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107957467180304420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107957467180304420' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107957467180304420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107957467180304420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/03/guess-where-i-got-pierced-heheheheh.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107937216968194545</id><published>2004-03-15T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T09:41:06.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the roadThe tires are the things on your car that make contact with the roadThe tires are the things on your car that make contact with the roadThe car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abodeI've been around you, Brad, for two and a half years too long! heheheh.On Saturday I went ot work and then took off... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107937216968194545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107937216968194545' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107937216968194545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107937216968194545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/03/tires-are-things-on-your-car-that-make.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107896515910121603</id><published>2004-03-10T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T16:35:57.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAN Party at my House!While I was cleaning the hot tub, I was thinking about how my mom is going to be heading out this summer for a few days... :)And for some odd reason i was thinking, why not throw a LAN party for you guys? No one but my sister (if even her) will be here. No worries about waking anyone up, all the food we can bring, and no garages to stay in. Plus, There are three TVs in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107896515910121603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107896515910121603' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107896515910121603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107896515910121603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/03/lan-party-at-my-house-while-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107894992468426548</id><published>2004-03-10T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T12:22:29.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Cow Brad!I think Brad has brought up the most controversial subject known to us. I have never seen such a response, and so many strong opinions. I have already made my opinions known about the movie Passion   (click here to view them- and everyone else's) and the believe that supports it.I guess what it comes down to is a matter of faith. Either you believe it or you don't. I do.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107894992468426548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107894992468426548' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107894992468426548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107894992468426548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/03/holy-cow-brad-i-think-brad-has-brought.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107882083371857187</id><published>2004-03-09T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T00:30:20.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is FinishedI knew it was coming and it did. After six months, Sean and I broke up. I feel more empathy if anything, but I don't regret going out, or breaking up with him. He's going to start looking for a new place to live; I'm not cruel enough to throw him out. Still even though I let him down a lightly as possible, I still feel like a complete bitch.I think I'm going to take a break from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107882083371857187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107882083371857187' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107882083371857187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107882083371857187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/03/it-is-finished-i-knew-it-was-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107855743328411431</id><published>2004-03-05T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T23:24:26.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Weak!!!!Oops, I did it againAfter I lectured my self on purchasing another cat, I did it any way. He is an eight week old blue point persian mix, and he's coming home tomorrow. I couldn't help it! I was just going to check on Orion's certificate to get him vaccinated for rabies, and I decided to wonder in. And they showed the kitten and his sisters to me, and I melted all over again, with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107855743328411431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107855743328411431' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107855743328411431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107855743328411431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/03/im-weak-oops-i-did-it-again-after-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107851655444078065</id><published>2004-03-05T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T12:01:18.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Role Playing...hehehehehIf you know me, you know I am not fond of play rpgs for this reason. It's just not my thing. However, Brad is going to restart the campaign that he did last summer (the Darkstryder) which was the only campaign I truely enjoyed; because I got to play a defel and sneak up on people, and be all intimidating and stuff. It was cool. So even I am not that into it, I'll give it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107851655444078065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107851655444078065' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107851655444078065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107851655444078065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/03/role-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107845427440437636</id><published>2004-03-04T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T18:42:16.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Horribly TrueI hate  retail!Idiots.Need I say more?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107845427440437636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107845427440437636' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107845427440437636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107845427440437636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-horribly-true-i-hate-retail-idiots.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107834815535033622</id><published>2004-03-03T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T13:12:14.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the cats just keep on comin'Why me?I feel so weak. I got yet another cat making a total of four furry felines running a muck in my house! To add to the problem he is sick with a bad URI and he hates medication. He is my mom's cat, but I am taking care of him, my sister's cat, my two cats, and the dog that I am starting to feel really bad for. When I move from here I am will be glad to take</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107834815535033622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107834815535033622' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107834815535033622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107834815535033622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/03/and-cats-just-keep-on-comin-why-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107731537654101002</id><published>2004-02-20T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T14:18:59.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joy! Rapture! It's Coming! It's coming! At long last I can get me beloved Star Wars Trililogy  on DVD. Well actually it's not beloved, but still, how exciting. In the words of Stimpson J. Cat "I'm so happy I can hardly contain my self!"       Now I can transfer all of my video's to DVD. This is very good since my VCR and Sean's VCR are broken.In other news I made the Dean's List...again :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107731537654101002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107731537654101002' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107731537654101002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107731537654101002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/02/joy-rapture-its-coming-its-coming-at.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107717943866051753</id><published>2004-02-19T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T00:33:19.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate computers!I hate computers. I have been trying to get those links up at the side bar of my site, and finally succeeded, but it still looks sloppy and I can't fix it. I hate computers. grrrrr...hiss...If any of you can fix it tell me please.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107717943866051753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107717943866051753' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107717943866051753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107717943866051753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-hate-computers-i-hate-computers.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107717694556253164</id><published>2004-02-18T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T23:55:59.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm...What to say, what to sayWell, this week has been fairly interesting. I had a great valentines with my boy friend :)We went to my favorite resturante El Tapatio, and then we caught a double feature over at the Mt. hood theater. All in all it was a great night.      However this does not mean I have developed a soft spot for Valentines. I still have a heart for those that are less </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107717694556253164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107717694556253164' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107717694556253164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107717694556253164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/02/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107635883352818050</id><published>2004-02-09T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T12:39:26.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>50 to 500Well, there was something wrong with the car, and what we thought would be a $50 fix, became a $500 fix...bleh. So we got it fixed, and now I am going to have a hole in my pocket because of it. Then Dad checked it out and said that we got duped because we didn't need new tires, and they put them on anyway...grrrrr! Oh well, this is a learning experience.I am working on my story more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107635883352818050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107635883352818050' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107635883352818050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107635883352818050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/02/50-to-500-well-there-was-something.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107508824502646582</id><published>2004-01-25T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T19:41:31.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Move Out, Move OnI know it is hard when some one leaves you, especially when you love the person with all you heart, and know you aren't suppost to be. So I understand what Mom is going through, since Dad has moved out. I remember when i broke up wiht my boy friend before Sean, I got sick to my stomach and couldn't eat for days at a time because my mind began to wonder and realize that he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107508824502646582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107508824502646582' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107508824502646582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107508824502646582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/01/move-out-move-on-i-know-it-is-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107498518539819031</id><published>2004-01-24T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T10:16:12.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Books, Books, and More Books!Joy...I went to powells today with my friend Brad. I meant to only get like one or two books, but i got nine instead. Now i have tons of reading to do. I just finished Stephen Baxter's Vacuum Diagrams, now I am going to read Carl Sagan's Contact, then LOTR, and then start cracking on the books that I bought today. Hopefully I'll be able to read through these rather </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107498518539819031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107498518539819031' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107498518539819031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107498518539819031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/01/books-books-and-more-books-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107470512459073595</id><published>2004-01-21T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T09:14:25.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>every body loves the dentist!except me. I hate the dentist with a passion, and yet I have to go tomorrow to get a cap- bleh. Today i get to visit my other favorite medical personnel the OBGYN doctor. Usually I really hate going to the doctors, but in this case i really don't mind it at all. Dr. Peterson is pretty good at what he does, and he hasn't failed me yet (unlike my previous doctor who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107470512459073595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107470512459073595' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107470512459073595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107470512459073595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/01/every-body-loves-dentist-except-me.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107412069068482136</id><published>2004-01-14T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T14:53:37.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well...What can I sayThe snow is melting...Yeah!I like the snow and all, but after a while, it get's dual. Also the snow kept me from my new little baby Kizzie, so I'm not very fawned of it right now. Still, it is fun to walk Marley in it :)Kizzie is home now. I was suppost to get her fixed today, but unfortunately she has an Upper Respitory Infection (aka a cold) so they sent her home with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107412069068482136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107412069068482136' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107412069068482136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107412069068482136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107349883373910719</id><published>2004-01-07T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T10:07:33.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stop the snow, stop the snow, stop the snow!I can't take it any more! This snow has kept me indoors for too long, and everytime I try to escape it locks me in. I have been able to get home. I was stuck at Sean's over night (not taht i minded that) but I was starting to go bonkers, and i missed my dog Marley. On top of that I haven't been able to visit Kizzie because I can't get down there. I am</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107349883373910719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107349883373910719' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107349883373910719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107349883373910719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/01/stop-snow-stop-snow-stop-snow-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107326060797550427</id><published>2004-01-04T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T15:57:06.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got a kitten!!!!!!!!!!!!I finally did it, I finally did it! I got a kitten! I am so excited, and the best part is- She is perfect! She may not be a calico, but she is a match made in heaven. She's a bicolored cat (black and white) with orange/yellow eyes. Her toes are white, and so are her back paws, and her chest. She is only about 3 1/2 months old, but she is really small. Since she doesn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107326060797550427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107326060797550427' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107326060797550427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107326060797550427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-got-kitten-i-finally-did-it-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107317284146557757</id><published>2004-01-03T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T15:34:19.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My blog is actting funny...I wonder if it is the system that is actting weird, or if there is something wrong wtih my template</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107317284146557757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107317284146557757' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107317284146557757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107317284146557757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2004/01/my-blog-is-actting-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107285571313011922</id><published>2003-12-30T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T23:28:50.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Getting a Kitty!!!!After years of hoping I am finally getting a cat. I have decided that if the cat has no stripe like markings I am going to name her Kzinti (after the feline alien species from the story Ring World), but if the cat has stripe like markings, then I am going to name her after a character that a friend of mine created- Tahar. Though I am hoping to get a calico, so it will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107285571313011922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107285571313011922' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107285571313011922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107285571313011922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2003/12/im-getting-kitty-after-years-of-hoping.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107264025415252205</id><published>2003-12-28T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T10:14:05.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's nothing Sexual...I swearIt really wasn't :)Yesterday i was talking with my friends Celia and Christine while we were at Olive Garden (hmmm raviolis :) ). I said how happy I was that Sean was back in town, but Celia and Christine took that the wrong way. So I went back to them "It's nothing sexual, I swear" and right as I said that the waiter had approached us, and then turned around and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107264025415252205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107264025415252205' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107264025415252205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107264025415252205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2003/12/its-nothing-sexual.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107234027182191219</id><published>2003-12-25T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T00:19:18.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PUT IT AWAY!!!!! Is that so hard?????A candle is not a picture frame, and a vase is not a dinner plate... Don't be lazy and put things back. Is that so hard. And no we can't give you a refund with out your receit, duh...Anyway...I got my pop up thing solved. I just don't have a home web page anymore. It is a little irritating that it had to come down to that, but it is better than having </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107234027182191219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107234027182191219' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107234027182191219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107234027182191219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2003/12/put-it-away-is-that-so-hard-candle-is.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107199635609113847</id><published>2003-12-21T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T00:48:54.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pop Ups- Grrrrrrrrrr!My internet is not keeping my home page and then i get this annoying pop up that opens my cd slots. I can't stop them. Can some one help me????Well, the last few days have been a little busy. Lots of work, movies, parties, and stuff like that :)I saw LOTR III but it wasn't as good was the last two. It was good, but just not that good. I like Reload more.Also I partied </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107199635609113847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107199635609113847' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107199635609113847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107199635609113847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2003/12/pop-ups-grrrrrrrrrr-my-internet-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107173365489411649</id><published>2003-12-17T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T23:50:12.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Peole are so RudeToday was just one of those days where everyone that steps foot through the retail doors are just jerks. I was finding misplaced items ever where because people never put the items back, and they were just not patient. I mean come on! A minute isn't going to kill you, and you aren't the only customer there.  Also put thing back where you find them, is that so freakin' hard?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107173365489411649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107173365489411649' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107173365489411649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107173365489411649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2003/12/peole-are-so-rude-today-was-just-one.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107164319495981559</id><published>2003-12-16T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T22:43:48.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Must rest, Must sleep...I'm tired, I feel like my eyes are going to fall out of my sockets. Out of my whole day I only had an hour break (in between volunteering and work). Tomorrow, though, i get to sleep in. *Sigh* :)It is really weird, (an really irritating too). Mom says she is letting go of the marriage, but at the same time she is looking at sites on the internet about saving the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107164319495981559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107164319495981559' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107164319495981559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107164319495981559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2003/12/must-rest-must-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107156257418434331</id><published>2003-12-16T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T00:17:31.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every Body Smile!I went to my Church today, completely absent minded on what I was going to do at the banquet that they sey up. It turns out that one of their photographers didn't show up, so I took their place, and shot a bunch of pictures for them. It was very amusing working with all the bashful children. I just hope the pictures turn out well.Also while I was there, I met a guy who was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107156257418434331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107156257418434331' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107156257418434331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107156257418434331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2003/12/every-body-smile-i-went-to-my-church.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107139412446777722</id><published>2003-12-14T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T01:36:17.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to Know if You're a Redneck Jedi   (from www.jokes.com)1. Your Jedi robe is a camouflage color. 2. You have used your light saber to open and cook a can of pork and beans. 3. You think the best use of your light saber is picking your teeth. 4. At least one wing of your X-Wing fighter is primer-colored. 5. There is a blaster rack in the back of your landspeeder. 6. You have bantha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107139412446777722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107139412446777722' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107139412446777722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107139412446777722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2003/12/how-to-know-if-youre-redneck-jedi-from.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107139111824475754</id><published>2003-12-14T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T00:38:51.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tom Cruise...Need I say moreActually, he did really well in The Last Samuri. Drama, swords (war fighting, old fashion machine guns, blood),... and muscles. Hehehe :)I give it 4 1/2 starsOn top of the movie, operation Get Micheal Out of the House was a success. Now next is operation Get Micheal a Girl Friend. I found out that I am being kicked out of the house for four days (around Christmas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107139111824475754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107139111824475754' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107139111824475754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107139111824475754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2003/12/tom-cruise.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107128474856468059</id><published>2003-12-12T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T19:06:01.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a hole in my pocket! Noooooo!!!The curse of Christmas shopping. Oh well, it was worth it. I love being able to get presents for people, seeing the look on their face when they open them :) Well, that is one of the only thing I enjoy about Christmas, the rest....ugh. Everything has become too commercialized in our time, and the true meaning of Christmas is lost. In fact people try to bury</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107128474856468059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107128474856468059' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107128474856468059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107128474856468059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-have-hole-in-my-pocket-noooooo-curse.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107121955891459315</id><published>2003-12-12T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T14:13:01.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Men need livesWell, it's true. Sorry boys, but playing video games all day long, and reading doesn't count as a life. You need to get out more, like go to a dance club, pick up a girl, and get laid. You know who I'm talking about :)Tomorrow, my friend, Celia, and I are going to take a friend of ours out on a night on the town. He is one of those guys who works, play video games, and basically</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107121955891459315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107121955891459315' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107121955891459315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107121955891459315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2003/12/men-need-lives-well-its-true.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192763.post-107112420039138591</id><published>2003-12-10T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T22:30:12.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is a test of the emergency broadcast system... beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/feeds/107112420039138591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6192763&amp;postID=107112420039138591' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107112420039138591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192763/posts/default/107112420039138591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outsandabouts.blogspot.com/2003/12/this-is-test-of-emergency-broadcast.html' title=''/><author><name>stash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15877961594546942527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
