<?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-8509145553199948867</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:58:42.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Series of Blonde Moments</title><subtitle type='html'>Uh...well, I'm a pretty normal young adult woman (if you take all the other women in my family into consideration, that is).  I work, I play, I love animals and life.  I, just like all of the girls in my immediate and throughout the entirety of my family, am a Petty Girl inside and out....just ask em'!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-2736690266841590096</id><published>2010-04-22T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T06:47:03.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Feature's at 5:20</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f-rZxYtZKug&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f-rZxYtZKug&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-2736690266841590096?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2736690266841590096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=2736690266841590096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/2736690266841590096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/2736690266841590096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-features-at-520.html' title='My Feature&apos;s at 5:20'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-7934019064415272717</id><published>2010-04-14T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:55:22.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Isn't a Good Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I figured that seeing as how this was kinda an off week, where I didn't really have anything "due" in school til NEXT week, that I'd have a nice breather...I was wrong. Found out that my finished product in one class wasn't finished after all, so I had to fix it, which had me at a video production lab til 10pm! Then, a slight misunderstanding takes the wind out of my sails on an otherwise AWESOME relaxing day! After this, I have to go to Karate and get thrown (we're doing Judo this week), then to Speech where I'll have to listen to other people give THEIRS cuz I gave mine last week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I haven't been able to sleep even in spite of being in bed at a decent hour...just totally had the wrong impression of this week before it even started!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-7934019064415272717?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7934019064415272717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=7934019064415272717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/7934019064415272717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/7934019064415272717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-isnt-good-week.html' title='This Isn&apos;t a Good Week...'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-5510115672817603110</id><published>2010-03-25T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T06:27:19.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling a George Carlin today: List of S%$T that Pisses Me Off</title><content type='html'>Yesterday and today have consisted of enough tiny frustrations that I simply have to vent. As the late George Carlin used to do, I'm gonna give you a list in rant form of SHIT THAT PISSES ME OFF. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, lets start out with what's on TV and Radio:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The Vice President's F-Bomb slip up. Get it right, people, it wasn't a "slip up." He meant to say it and meant what he said. The Health Care Bill and its passing IS a "big f%#$&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; deal!" We can't forget that though he's a soulless politician like the rest of them, he IS still somewhat human. Stop freaking out! It's not that deep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The craze of SEX ADDICTION that's hit Hollywood. Tiger Woods and Jesse James have been hailed as addicts of sex due to their several indiscretions outside of their marriages. Don't be fooled. Notice that the women that they've been "linked" to have all been model quality women. A REAL addict would sleep with meat grinder if it meant getting off when the urge strikes! These men aren't Sex Addicts, ladies and gentlemen, they're simply UNFAITHFUL DOGS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to real life stuff:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*When you're waiting for an elevator, and the door opens, and there's PEOPLE INSIDE...let them get out first before getting on! I don't care how big of a hurry you happen to be in, the time space continuum will collapse and the earth's crust won't displace if your fat ass isn't down in the cafeteria by 11:02 EXACTLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Do not sit down at a restaurant or go to a coffee bar and simply say, "What's good?" What's good...let's see here...Oh, I know: Time Management and Decisive Action! If you were REALLY that hungry/thirsty, you'd already be sifting through the menu for something that would make your mouth water instead of asking stupid questions to which the answer is either EVERYTHING or NOTHING. Ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's it for today. Enjoy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew, I feel better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-5510115672817603110?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5510115672817603110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=5510115672817603110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/5510115672817603110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/5510115672817603110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/pulling-george-carlin-today-list-of-st.html' title='Pulling a George Carlin today: List of S%$T that Pisses Me Off'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-4922148614113311660</id><published>2010-03-24T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:00:52.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrrr.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I growled at someone today...I will repeat that...I GROWLED at someone today. Now, just to make sure my grandma doesn't scold me on Blogspot, this person did not actually HEAR the growl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This person is a repeat offender of the constantly picky order, every day bad attitude, and no tip...EVER. I don't expect tips, just to throw it out there, but I enjoy them quite a bit. Let's just say I don't turn them down! However, I think it goes without saying, if I have to put up with this crotchity ol' doctor's Holier-Than-Thou complex and piss poor social skills, I SHOULD GET A LIL EXTRA ON THE SIDE FOR IT! They pay me to make drinks, take money, and smile...they don't pay me ENOUGH to deal with rabid doctors and nurses..of which there are many!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They're not that smart here either, and that scares me. I had a nurse the other day ask me if the items on my FRAPPE menu were the same as FRAPPACCINOS...yeah, I know..."are you Frappe's the same thing as Frappaccinos?" Hmmmm...I should have just messed with her and ask if she drinks them in from the cafe or the bottle! But, once again, I was being tolerant. Not a very Petty type trait more often than not, wouldn't you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The fact that that person has a needle and medications at her disposal should terrify even the most rugged of patients!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh well, just another day in paradise! Ugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-4922148614113311660?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4922148614113311660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=4922148614113311660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/4922148614113311660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/4922148614113311660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/grrrrrrr.html' title='Grrrrrrr.....'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-2690659804890802908</id><published>2010-03-22T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:02:13.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIKINI SEASON APPROACHES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's right, I said it! BIKINI SEASON.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If that doesn't strike angst into the heart of every woman, I don't know what would...other than tax season. It's a time when women unite in their struggle to get rid of the fluff that has developed over the last two seasons of gorging and gluttony. There are some who go the au natural approach and just start free running the sidewalks. I would do this, but ask any doctor and they'll say it's hell on your knees. Then there's the all too infamous GYM MEMBERSHIP...expensive and inconveniently optional. Why go out of my way to work out with a bunch of other gluttons whom I've never met when I could be sitting at home practicing my religion of preference: March Madness? I also simply just don't have the money. I also no longer have the treadmill! Why does this keep going down hill? So, THIS is my solution: from now on, with the exception of my cheat day (problem will be keeping it to ONE), I will only consume fresh or freshly cooked chicken/turkey/lean beef and veggies. My desserts will be replaced by fruits. Can I possibly enforce how much this is going to suck?! I think I have! Water, protein, fruits and veggies...ugh. The working out will consist of Karate, Softball, and a little running in the woods if possible...oh yeah, and weights and Pilates at home. As you can see, I'm just bursting out of the seams with excitement! It will be worth it again, I hope. Anyone got a treadmill I can have? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-2690659804890802908?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2690659804890802908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=2690659804890802908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/2690659804890802908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/2690659804890802908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/bikini-season-approaches.html' title='BIKINI SEASON APPROACHES!!!!'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-1909230344468970662</id><published>2010-03-21T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:28:27.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare moment of clarity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know, it doesn't happen too often, cuz I'm a dreamer, but it CAN! I realized in the middle of this semester, which has kicked my ass by the way, that I am just spinning my wheels here! I am not really GOING anywhere. So, I came to the conclusion that I needed to just bite the bullet and go for an actual degree...a degree in business, so that way I have that AND still do what I want to do. Some may know that I actually WRITE. I write screenplays. I would love to see them on screen one day, but I need to be realistic enough to know that I need to survive in case that doesn't pan out or doesn't work til much later in life. It would surprise most to know that I'm good with numbers...so, business and accounting wouldn't actually KILL me. I wouldn't LIKE it, but who DOES like what they do all the time? It'll be a means to make money WHILE I do what I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It means that my social life will have to go on hold for a while, but it will be worth it and they'll understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't WANT to grow up, but that doesn't really seem like an option so much as a MUST. :( Sigh...I'll just have to be young at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-1909230344468970662?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1909230344468970662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=1909230344468970662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/1909230344468970662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/1909230344468970662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/rare-moment-of-clarity.html' title='Rare moment of clarity...'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-388631640969905071</id><published>2009-06-18T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:45:18.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As most of you know, Jenn and I don't see much of each other! In spite of the fact that we live in the same house and eat the same food, we just don't catch one another. To remedy this, we decided last week (among boycotting TV) to have a Wednesday night dinner for two as often as we can. I'm trying to learn to cook new and interesting things. Last week, we threw some Ribeye, Zucchini, Potatoes, and Squash on the grill. Last night, was MY night. I made brown sugar tariyaki steak with a vegetable stir fry (Red Peppers, snow peas, broccoli, cashews, and shitaki mushrooms). Jenn helped me with the stir fry for this was my first time cooking in a wok! It turned out pretty good. So, I still may not seriously like mushrooms, but I CAN eat them...still not too willingly. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-388631640969905071?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/388631640969905071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=388631640969905071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/388631640969905071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/388631640969905071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2009/06/dinner-night.html' title='Dinner night'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-464515676235572077</id><published>2009-04-09T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:25:01.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>River Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/Sd51hWf_0VI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2-WF8UvgPyg/s1600-h/river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/Sd51hWf_0VI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2-WF8UvgPyg/s320/river.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322821025434423634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/Sd51XCd4yxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fHnskJ4f3rI/s1600-h/river.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;River dog is doin' alright!  She's chillin like a villian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-464515676235572077?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/464515676235572077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=464515676235572077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/464515676235572077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/464515676235572077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2009/04/river-dog.html' title='River Dog'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/Sd51hWf_0VI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2-WF8UvgPyg/s72-c/river.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-4126330236455626206</id><published>2009-03-24T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:21:56.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE NEW BISCUITS!!!</title><content type='html'>YOU MAY NOT BE ABLE TO TEACH AN OL' DOG NEW TRICKS, BUT YOU CAN'T EVER CHANGE IT'S DIET!!!  CAME HOME YESTERDAY TO NEW BISCUITS IN THE DOG'S JAR AT HOME.  SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER FROM PREVIOUSLY FAILED ATTEMPTS NOT TO GIVE THEM TO THEM (IT'S IN MY OLDER BLOGS...SCROLL DOWN IF YOU'RE BRAVE ENOUGH FOR A RACAP)!  I JUST SPENT THE LAST HOUR (IT'S 2 AM, IT WAS 1 WHEN I STARTED) TRYING NOT TO VOMIT ON MYSELF WHILE SOPPING/WIPING/ FLUSHING/SANITIZING/MOPPING/DEODORIZING THIS MESS.  NOW, DUE TO THE REMEDY I USED LAST TIME, IT SMELLS OF CHOCOLATE AND SHIT IN MY ROOM FOR THE SECOND TIME...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-4126330236455626206?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4126330236455626206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=4126330236455626206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/4126330236455626206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/4126330236455626206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-more-new-biscuits.html' title='NO MORE NEW BISCUITS!!!'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-3569006946830315849</id><published>2009-03-03T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:22:50.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor starving boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm house sitting for Aunt Carrie, as most of you know, but I'm also keeping down the fort and feeding the hungry 16 year old son of hers'!  Man, that kid can eat, I've seen it.  However, Carrie, bless her heart, left food she knew he could fix for himself.  For example: Frozen Pizza, Easy Mac, Chili in a can...you get the idea.  Now, I'm staying there too and asked only for sandwich stuff (she left just chicken and some vermont chedder).  I decided that that simply wouldn't do.  I grabbed all kinds of stuff at the grocery store.  I got stuff to make Alfredo sauce (homemade), some red sauce for spaghetti, and a bunch of stuff for Mexican food night, which was tonight.  While I showed him how to brown beef, I asked him to open the can of refried beans.  He proceeded to attempt using an automatic opener, but failed.  "what do I do?" he asked.  I told him to get a hand crank one, to which he replied, "what's that?"  So, I found one for him (it was REALLY old school).  "What do I do with THIS?"  I laughed and opened it for him and instructed him to empty it into glass wear for microwaving.  He stood there and shook the hell outta that can, but nothing came out.  I laughed so hard I cried.  I told him to poke a hole in the bottom of the can...HE GRABS A HUGE KNIFE..."Give me that"  I screetched.  I poked a tiny hole with it..."what's THAT going to do?"  I told him to shake it again...it came out.  The look on his face was hilarious!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-size: 18px;"&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going to teach him how to cook NOODLES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-size: 18px;"&gt;Poor starving boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-3569006946830315849?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3569006946830315849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=3569006946830315849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/3569006946830315849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/3569006946830315849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2009/03/poor-starving-boy.html' title='Poor starving boy!'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-2443611874644394344</id><published>2009-02-16T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:41:07.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remembered the Trash today...</title><content type='html'>I actually remembered to take the trash out this morning, which, as many of you know, is a HUGE feat!  Whenever my house master works on Mondays, it becomes MY responsibility to roll the can to the street for pick up before I leave in the morning.  9/10 times, I don't remember to do it (I'm ashamed).  However, yesterday, when I returned home from Lawrence, I'm happy to say that I put away the dishes (she has new glass wear I noticed), took out the trash, and...well...just chilled all day with the 20 pound cat of mine.  Forget about the chilling part and focus on the BIG PICTURE people:  I TOOK OUT THE TRASH!!!  :)  Now, all I gotta do is remember to scoop the cat box today when I get home after a 13 hour work day!  Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-2443611874644394344?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2443611874644394344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=2443611874644394344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/2443611874644394344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/2443611874644394344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-remembered-trash-today.html' title='I remembered the Trash today...'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-6603754631204706446</id><published>2009-02-16T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:33:36.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a case of the Lazzies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;For about 2 weeks, I had simply decided that I had no interest in ANYTING I was doing in life...save for one thing: My screenplay.  I've been working a couple 13 hour shifts at work lately (we're short handed), and going to school--taking a subject that, at the moment, just escapes me (Biology: Cellular Respiration).  I've been writing the screenplay for over a decade...I will repeat that...over a decade.  I've found the conviction to finish it recently as I approached the FINAL SCENES!!!  With the help of my house master (Jenn), we've figured out why my case of the Lazzies was so severe.  I was only interested in being ONE thing when I grew up and I was TOTALLY not heading there the way I was going.  Yes, I need something/someway to make money until I pitch my story and hopefully succeed in Producing it...so, we've decided that I'll have to suck it up and finish schooling to be, I don't know, a Pharmacy Tech or something, while I'm finishing my screenplay.  I have plan A and B.  Either one will make me good money...just one will make me WAY more money, that's all.  So, ever since we had this conversation, my motivation has increased and I'm kinda back to whatever kind of normal my Petty ass can achieve.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-6603754631204706446?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6603754631204706446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=6603754631204706446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/6603754631204706446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/6603754631204706446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2009/02/had-case-of-lazzies.html' title='Had a case of the Lazzies...'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-3236224372280324226</id><published>2009-01-09T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:01:05.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fall of an empire...well, a cousin anyway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Last night, Jenn made an awsome dinner. She was in the kitchen and I was in the living room on the couch...I had just finished and was letting the mashed taters settle (great taters!!!). The phone rings. I see on the TV Caller ID (very nifty, by the way) that it's Kim. I yell to Jenn that it's her sister, so she heads towards the phone with mashed taters in hand and next thing I know, she's taking a HUGE dive to the floor! She'd tripped over Maggie! The phone was still ringing, so she picked it up (still lying on the floor mind you) and just LAUGHED! All the while, her dogs, her loving doting dogs, aren't checking on her or licking her face in worry...no no, they're face deep in glorious mashed potatoes! Damn, and I was looking forward to those tomorrow for left overs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-3236224372280324226?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3236224372280324226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=3236224372280324226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/3236224372280324226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/3236224372280324226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2009/01/fall-of-empirewell-cousin-anyway.html' title='The fall of an empire...well, a cousin anyway.'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-7801553854957790681</id><published>2009-01-08T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:58:57.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I paid my tuition the other day!!!  All by myself!!!  For those of you who don't know, last semester, Jenn had to pry me out of the house and to the campus to enroll, cuz I wasn't doing it myself!!!  I had tests taken for reading and math skills (ask her for the story on that one, she tells it better), enroll, AND buy books (gag).  This go around, I enrolled (Jenn didn't know), I paid my tuition (She had no clue I had) ,  AND I bought my books (she found out later) ALL ON MY OWN!!!  Thank you to everyone for the money that was donated, I look forward to this semester with a morbid excitement (oddly).  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-7801553854957790681?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7801553854957790681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=7801553854957790681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/7801553854957790681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/7801553854957790681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-paid-my-tuition-other-day-all-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-2958146092324342283</id><published>2009-01-08T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:55:28.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12:00a.m....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;I wake up at 5 in the morning EVERY weekday.  So, I try to sleep as much as possible so that I survive it.  I have always woke up some what randomly throughout the nights for as long as I can remember.  In fact, I can't remember getting a FULL night's sleep in years!  Anyway, last night, I randomly woke up and didn't know why (as usual), so I tried to go back to sleep, but i smelt something foul.  See, when Jen (my slave driver) is away at work, the dogs sleep in MY room for the night.  The girls were in the room and let's just say they know how to clear one!  In their old age, it's not uncommon for them to smell like, well, death.  Back to the stench.  I just figured one of the girls had ripped one.  Then, I heard a very upsetting sound!  You know that gurgle in your stomach that you get when you're rushing to the bathroom and are afraid you're not going to make it?  THAT SOUND!  So, I turn on the light...bad idea!  Settled on my bamboo floor rug were two large (not solid) piles of...uck...you know what it was.  I cleaned what I could and sprayed ungodly amounts of "chocolate body mist" all over my room then went back to bed.  When I woke up, the smell was back to being foul and I felt like a tired mess.  All in a day's life I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-2958146092324342283?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2958146092324342283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=2958146092324342283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/2958146092324342283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/2958146092324342283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2009/01/1200am.html' title='12:00a.m....'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-2837376346356402705</id><published>2008-10-14T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:02:40.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at my Pumpkin!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SPVAcA0bTiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sqUj4RzSag0/s1600-h/battyII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257178990025330210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SPVAcA0bTiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sqUj4RzSag0/s320/battyII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look at my pumpkin&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?!  I made him for a challange at work.  Ain't he cute?  Made him with me bare hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-2837376346356402705?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2837376346356402705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=2837376346356402705' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/2837376346356402705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/2837376346356402705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-at-my-pumpkin.html' title='Look at my Pumpkin!!!'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SPVAcA0bTiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sqUj4RzSag0/s72-c/battyII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-6387378463089894668</id><published>2008-09-17T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:35:13.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissed a Bartender...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SNGSKeIUr8I/AAAAAAAAADs/hG5o2vCkGSY/s1600-h/partybusXII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247135749447659458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SNGSKeIUr8I/AAAAAAAAADs/hG5o2vCkGSY/s320/partybusXII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Okay...so, here's how the whole thing went down.  Keep in mind: I don't drink much or often.  However, as you can see from the picture, I had drank...enough. My friend, Sarah, had her bachelorette party the weekend before last. There were hard hats, caution tape, and a party bus involved...oh yeah, and a crap load of BEER.  I had fun, from what I can remember.  I ended up home in one piece!  Well, not but a week later, I notice a number in my phone that I did not recognize.  Come to find out that the number belongs to a bartender (ahem, a HOT bartender) at one of the places we visited while on the party bus.  As I have heard it, I kissed him too.  Nothing crazy, just a peck.  I think, considering that I don't remember it, it must not have been that great...or I was drunk, pick one.  Case and point: I KISSED A HOT BARTENDER!!!  Not a bad way to go, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-6387378463089894668?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6387378463089894668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=6387378463089894668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/6387378463089894668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/6387378463089894668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/kissed-bartender.html' title='Kissed a Bartender...'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SNGSKeIUr8I/AAAAAAAAADs/hG5o2vCkGSY/s72-c/partybusXII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-4550428159505428656</id><published>2008-07-21T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:40:26.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUPPIES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SNGVWsaRiMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2nqjg-iaNVg/s1600-h/pup3weeksVIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247139257974360258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SNGVWsaRiMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2nqjg-iaNVg/s320/pup3weeksVIII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SNGVIhfxn0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/O_arwQ7UKK0/s1600-h/pup3weeksXIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247139014526476098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SNGVIhfxn0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/O_arwQ7UKK0/s320/pup3weeksXIII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SNGU_sBcgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/secQSbDU59w/s1600-h/pup3weeksXII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247138862733230866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SNGU_sBcgxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/secQSbDU59w/s320/pup3weeksXII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SNGU1MMmp3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/IWGRj76y6wI/s1600-h/pup3weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247138682391406450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SNGU1MMmp3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/IWGRj76y6wI/s320/pup3weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My dog, Valkyrie had her puppies yesterday!!! She started having them at 11pm and continued on into today!!! There's 9 total, all in perfect health! I'm so excited! I HAVE GRANDPUPPIES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-4550428159505428656?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4550428159505428656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=4550428159505428656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/4550428159505428656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/4550428159505428656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/puppies.html' title='PUPPIES!!!'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SNGVWsaRiMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2nqjg-iaNVg/s72-c/pup3weeksVIII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-3500799554918821761</id><published>2008-06-29T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:58:11.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, I went with my mother to to theatre and we saw the much anticipated Wanted.  It was AMAZING!!!    I can honestly say that this movie was the best this summer has to offer.  So, it was gorry at times and quite violent, but it's well worth it to see the unpredictable twist at the end!  The acting and dialogue was wonderful and the action is something that just blows you away!  When the Matrix came out, it was a materpiece and completely out of this world....this blows it out of the ball park!  Obviously, I wouldn't take small children to see it, but if my mom (who only watches cheeky comedies and love stories) enjoyed every second of it and laughed as hard as I did, then even people who hate action will love this film!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-3500799554918821761?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3500799554918821761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=3500799554918821761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/3500799554918821761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/3500799554918821761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/06/wanted.html' title='Wanted'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-3821948953014812244</id><published>2008-06-16T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:04:36.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcbIHscbPI/AAAAAAAAADE/OVGZxeKveyg/s1600-h/amandabeachIItheII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212664920023002354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcbIHscbPI/AAAAAAAAADE/OVGZxeKveyg/s320/amandabeachIItheII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea and I&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcbIVcaBLI/AAAAAAAAADM/4FYRum--YRc/s1600-h/amandaandreaV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212664923713832114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcbIVcaBLI/AAAAAAAAADM/4FYRum--YRc/s320/amandaandreaV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcbITLbcRI/AAAAAAAAADU/Zg_nkIVFh-k/s1600-h/bigassturtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212664923105751314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcbITLbcRI/AAAAAAAAADU/Zg_nkIVFh-k/s320/bigassturtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcaG0PQIEI/AAAAAAAAACo/hs4bTvNdbZg/s1600-h/pygmyhippoIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212663798108790850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcaG0PQIEI/AAAAAAAAACo/hs4bTvNdbZg/s320/pygmyhippoIII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcaG0DUy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/1YTjNiBWYwA/s1600-h/polarbearII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212663798058765138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcaG0DUy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/1YTjNiBWYwA/s320/polarbearII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcaHNS1vvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vfgn96TurE0/s1600-h/pandaII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212663804834725618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcaHNS1vvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vfgn96TurE0/s320/pandaII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so the polar bear is on there twice...&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcZx7iCe2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/YKoQG-8yG00/s1600-h/RosaritoIX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212663439289383778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcZx7iCe2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/YKoQG-8yG00/s320/RosaritoIX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcZx12hwdI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ch60Qs4JNQ8/s1600-h/RosaritoIV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212663437764706770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcZx12hwdI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ch60Qs4JNQ8/s320/RosaritoIV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcZyMhGUQI/AAAAAAAAACg/fXashI-c-CU/s1600-h/polarbearII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212663443848843522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcZyMhGUQI/AAAAAAAAACg/fXashI-c-CU/s320/polarbearII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riding horses on the beach in Rosarito Mexico!!!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcY1bhvHiI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDZ_qi2KaY4/s1600-h/amandaII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212662399906029090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcY1bhvHiI/AAAAAAAAABY/LDZ_qi2KaY4/s320/amandaII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcY1oRqLBI/AAAAAAAAABg/7gNBTeNPkbE/s1600-h/Birchaquarium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212662403328257042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcY1oRqLBI/AAAAAAAAABg/7gNBTeNPkbE/s320/Birchaquarium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun at Birch Aquarium!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcY2jFrXbI/AAAAAAAAABo/auPoJpw8xzQ/s1600-h/crocII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212662419115695538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcY2jFrXbI/AAAAAAAAABo/auPoJpw8xzQ/s320/crocII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcY22ZZZxI/AAAAAAAAABw/za58wjfhk3Y/s1600-h/giraffIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212662424298678034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcY22ZZZxI/AAAAAAAAABw/za58wjfhk3Y/s320/giraffIII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcY2xHXW7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/E_AE6iEOjTQ/s1600-h/LAsunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212662422880869298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcY2xHXW7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/E_AE6iEOjTQ/s320/LAsunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LA Sunset at Venice Beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-3821948953014812244?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3821948953014812244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=3821948953014812244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/3821948953014812244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/3821948953014812244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/06/andrea-and-i-okay-so-polar-bear-is-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SFcbIHscbPI/AAAAAAAAADE/OVGZxeKveyg/s72-c/amandabeachIItheII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-8735573193628743191</id><published>2008-05-27T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:28:44.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost ready for vacation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am more than ready to head out to San Diego, but I don't know if all my STUFF is ready to go.  I have to borrow a suitcase from Cousin Jen, but she doesn't get back from HER vacation til Wednesday (I think).  I even have all the rides to and from the airport worked out...I have been making a HUGE list of things I need to take and I'm really hoping not to forget anything (like I manage to do 90% of the time).  We shall see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Oh, I saw the Indiana Jones movie with my mom this past weekend and I was AWSOME!!!  Vintage Indy, but with a bizarre ending if you ask me.  Very well done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-8735573193628743191?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8735573193628743191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=8735573193628743191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/8735573193628743191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/8735573193628743191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/05/almost-ready-for-vacation.html' title='Almost ready for vacation...'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-8235374489858177151</id><published>2008-05-21T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:37:26.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the dog is farsighted...and she runs into some things every once in a while, but can see at farther distances...she's extremely happy otherwise and healthy on all other levels...so why would someone "not be doing that dog a favor by keeping it around?"  I think I've said enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me vent my frustrations...  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-8235374489858177151?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8235374489858177151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=8235374489858177151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/8235374489858177151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/8235374489858177151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-far-is-too-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-5548252740592673786</id><published>2008-05-08T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:35:40.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nurse's week at work...proof that the devil's really running the show here on Earth.  It's bad enough that the nurses in the hospital at which I work can DO and/or SAY whatever they want to whomever they choose, but now the hospital is honoring them by, you guessed it, giving them FREE COFFEE at my bar.  So, now I have to put up with ALL of the snooty nurses along with my nice ones who's company I actually enjoy!  This is going to be a long rest of the month...oh yeah, did I mention that the "don't call me BABE" lady is a nurse supervisor in Med Surg!  Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-5548252740592673786?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5548252740592673786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=5548252740592673786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/5548252740592673786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/5548252740592673786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/05/nurses-week-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-8513779966742494312</id><published>2008-05-07T04:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:03:45.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I KNOW the Boy Dylan and Bob Marley are just turning in their graves right now!  Just cuz Castro has dreads does not mean he can sing Marley...and he forgot the words to a BOB DYLAN song!!!  Nothing else needs be said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-8513779966742494312?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8513779966742494312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=8513779966742494312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/8513779966742494312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/8513779966742494312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-know-boy-dylan-and-bob-marley-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-5592656942416540557</id><published>2008-04-29T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:34:34.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-5592656942416540557?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5592656942416540557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=5592656942416540557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/5592656942416540557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/5592656942416540557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/04/mmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-1483914645718215446</id><published>2008-04-26T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T08:59:59.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working out again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well, I started working out again...I have definately found, to my dismay, that running on a treadmill while watching TV is waaaaaaaaaaaaaay better and more effective than running outside in a park.  I tried running at Shawnee Mission park the other day and ended up only walking for about 10 miles...yesterday, I ran on a treadmill and watched CSI with a girlfriend of mine and ran non stop for a half hour...to top it off, I don't feel sore today.  So, I think I'll stick to the unnatural to get back in shape for softball and summer bikini season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-1483914645718215446?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1483914645718215446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=1483914645718215446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/1483914645718215446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/1483914645718215446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/04/working-out-again.html' title='Working out again...'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-1791362844187525780</id><published>2008-04-24T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T05:32:19.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Alright...now that Carly went home,  Jason Castro has one week to get off that show before I boycott!!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-1791362844187525780?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1791362844187525780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=1791362844187525780' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/1791362844187525780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/1791362844187525780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/04/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-5083712654839141954</id><published>2008-04-21T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T09:01:40.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just rants from another Petty family member...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;I hate bill collectors! I hate bill collectors almost as much as being SICK! In fact, I hate bill collectors AND being sick almost as much as running (which I ALSO plan on picking up again)! By the time April's over, I'll be broke, sore, and probably, considering MY luck, still sick!!! Grrrrrrrrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-5083712654839141954?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5083712654839141954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=5083712654839141954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/5083712654839141954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/5083712654839141954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-rants-from-another-petty-family.html' title='Just rants from another Petty family member...'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-6360941080478485957</id><published>2008-04-20T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:44:04.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SAvjHhmsmcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/c0e1UbMSjss/s1600-h/angrymanda08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191492713893894594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SAvjHhmsmcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/c0e1UbMSjss/s200/angrymanda08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Good Lord, are you happy? Now, my blog looks sissy-like and as not-quite-unique as I could make it! Enjoy... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'll have you know that this is the face I'm making at you RIGHT NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-6360941080478485957?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6360941080478485957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=6360941080478485957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/6360941080478485957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/6360941080478485957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-lord-are-you-happy-now-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SAvjHhmsmcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/c0e1UbMSjss/s72-c/angrymanda08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-6856696281490611406</id><published>2008-04-14T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:29:23.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ummm...ouch.  I just got home from playing my first softball game in nearly 5 years.  I hurt in places I've managed to forget I had!  After the game (which was in Lawrence) I drove the longest 45 minutes home I have ever driven!  I have grass and dirt stains on my knees, elbows, hands, and shoulder from sliding and diving and what not...God, I love this game!!!  I just figured I'd share this with you guys before I actually HAD to wake up in the morning with these aches and pains...then, I'm pretty sure, I'll HATE this game...that is, until I play the double header coming up next Monday   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-6856696281490611406?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6856696281490611406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=6856696281490611406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/6856696281490611406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/6856696281490611406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/04/ummm.html' title=''/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-3299543883126599263</id><published>2008-04-13T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T17:18:12.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of the PHOGG!!!  2008 NCAA Champs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SAKiaJuJ1FI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FHUL5ZfnYic/s1600-h/jayhawk08X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188888290854032466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SAKiaJuJ1FI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FHUL5ZfnYic/s320/jayhawk08X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SAKiaJuJ1GI/AAAAAAAAAAo/UdYOq-cxfzg/s1600-h/jayhawk08VI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188888290854032482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SAKiaJuJ1GI/AAAAAAAAAAo/UdYOq-cxfzg/s320/jayhawk08VI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SAKiapuJ1HI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iFeY_Niun44/s1600-h/jayhawk08III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188888299443967090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SAKiapuJ1HI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iFeY_Niun44/s320/jayhawk08III.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SAKibJuJ1II/AAAAAAAAAA4/YOGOM_2XeoI/s1600-h/jayhawk08V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188888308033901698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SAKibJuJ1II/AAAAAAAAAA4/YOGOM_2XeoI/s320/jayhawk08V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SAKibJuJ1JI/AAAAAAAAABA/_jdJEmgLMdM/s1600-h/jayhawk08VIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188888308033901714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SAKibJuJ1JI/AAAAAAAAABA/_jdJEmgLMdM/s320/jayhawk08VIII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-3299543883126599263?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3299543883126599263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=3299543883126599263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/3299543883126599263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/3299543883126599263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/04/beware-of-phogg-2008-ncaa-champs.html' title='Beware of the PHOGG!!!  2008 NCAA Champs!'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/SAKiaJuJ1FI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FHUL5ZfnYic/s72-c/jayhawk08X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-9139986621236091425</id><published>2008-04-09T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:25:45.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone else's blonde moments...</title><content type='html'>Three men are sitting upon a large steel post high above the city (just like that painting of the working men in the Depression on a sky scraper construction site).  They start opening their lunch boxes to see what's to eat.  The Latino puts his head in his hands, "If that woman makes me burritos one more time, I'm jumping to my death!"  The Asian man to his left laughs then opens his pail to dismay, "AHHH, eggrolls again!  I can't take it anymore!  I'll jump with you, man!"  The blonde man to their left giggles to himself as he opens his brown bag.  He pulls out a ham and cheese sandwhich.  "That's it!  No more ham and cheese or I'll jump too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day arrives and the three friends sit down together for lunch.  The Latino open his lunch box and screams, "Burritos?  Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!"  He then proceeds to plumit to his death.  The Asian man lifts the lid and yells, "Eggrolls!  Shit!!!"  With nothing else to say, he jumps off the post and falls to his death.  The blonde opens his brown bag, and without saying a word, pushes himself off the post aswell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the funeral, the wives of the three dead workers, with tears in their eyes, discuss the tragedy.  The Latina wimpers, "If I'd only known that he hated burritos, I would have never made them for him!"  The Asian woman cries, " I didn't know if I made him eggrolls he would kill himself...I'd have never fed them to him had I known!"  The both turn to the blonde man's wife for her words of remorse.  With a suprised expression on her face, she says, "Don't look at me, guys, he made his own lunch!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-9139986621236091425?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9139986621236091425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=9139986621236091425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/9139986621236091425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/9139986621236091425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/04/someone-elses-blonde-moments.html' title='Someone else&apos;s blonde moments...'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-2833052732922502126</id><published>2008-04-03T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:33:15.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't call me "babe"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I had a lady (customer) come into today. She asked for a small coffee. She ALWAYS asks for a small coffee, and she's always been nice about it. She's a doctor...and in her late 40's I'd imagine. I gave her her coffee then asked her (As I ALWAYS do) how she was going to pay (you know, with cash or whatever)...I suppose I called her "babe" when I asked cuz she lit on FIRE!!! "Don't call me babe." She huffed. "I'm too old to be called, 'babe.' In fact, I'd recommend not call ANYONE 'babe.'" In the back of my head, I heard the hissing of a very ugly, mangled cat, but she was a blonde lady in scrubs...I guess there's just something about 8 years of Medical School that can make an ASSHOLE outta anyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-2833052732922502126?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2833052732922502126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=2833052732922502126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/2833052732922502126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/2833052732922502126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-call-me-babe.html' title='Don&apos;t call me &quot;babe&quot;'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509145553199948867.post-8369425500611685229</id><published>2008-04-01T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:58:20.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown spotted hoodie...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so Manda found out today how difficult it is to REALLY clean up coffee grounds  :P  It's damn near impossible!  I was wearing my nice, fleece Old Navy hoodie to work (which is a bad choice for your future reference), and without missing a beat, I proceeded to dump freshly ground Espresso on myself!  I can't honestly tell you what came out of my mouth, but luckily for me, the customer was a good friend of mine.  Just think of it this way:  Her only response was, "Oh, Manda, is THAT coffee talk?"  God, I love my job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509145553199948867-8369425500611685229?l=myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8369425500611685229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8509145553199948867&amp;postID=8369425500611685229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/8369425500611685229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509145553199948867/posts/default/8369425500611685229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myseriesofblondemoments.blogspot.com/2008/04/brown-spotted-hoodie.html' title='Brown spotted hoodie...'/><author><name>Manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06176007861089102252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u_KMZOCv-1w/R_ArxLUHUSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUUqmHVWZ1Y/S220/mandacrazy08III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
