<?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-8760479</id><updated>2011-08-29T18:06:59.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixilated Lips</title><subtitle type='html'>Main Entry: pix·i·lat·ed 
Variant(s): or pix·il·lat·ed  /'pik-s&amp;-"lA-t&amp;d/
Function: adjective
Etymology: irregular from pixie
1 : somewhat unbalanced mentally; also : BEMUSED
2 : WHIMSICAL
- pix·i·la·tion  /"pik-s&amp;-'lA-sh&amp;n/ noun</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-115401512353796869</id><published>2006-07-27T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T08:45:23.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>I'm a bad blogger.  I sit at a computer all day, do my work, come home, watch tv, eat dinner, go to bed... I'm sooo exciting.  Thus, not much really to report.  However, the little stuff that has happened, I will relay in case anyone is still checking this and cares to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job is getting better.  Mainly I think it's my crazy pills, and the fact that I just don't care when they get all crazy and uptight here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric has a new job!  This is extremely exciting news.  He's now a lab assistant for Beckton Dickinson.  He works in a clean room with petri dishes and scientifical things.  It's third shift, so I don't get to see him as much, even though we live together, but it pays really well and it makes him happy, so I'm a-ok with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our evil female cat who pees on EVERYTHING is getting fixed in a couple weeks.  THANkfully.  I'm hoping this will stop the whole mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister should be having her baby any day now, she's already dialated and dropped, and given this is her third, it shouldn't be too much longer, so hopefully soon I'll have a post about my new baby niece or nephew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is pretty much the same... Nothing terribly exciting going on.  Today is an "I don't want to work" day.  Not that anyone WANTS to work, unless you're one of those rare people who absolutely love what you do.  Which, I have to say, I don't think anyone that reads this is one of those people, so yeah.  I should probably do some actual work now... Though I have been doing my database entries between paragraphs.  I'm such a goodie goodie.  I can't even slack off properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my update.  Woo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-115401512353796869?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/115401512353796869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=115401512353796869&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/115401512353796869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/115401512353796869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/07/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-115055572154108018</id><published>2006-06-17T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T07:48:41.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bah</title><content type='html'>So work has been not so much pleasant lately and I feel disconnected from the few social ties that I actually have in this town.  I did get to have dinner and a lovely chat with Fox Thurs. night, which was good, I just wish it was more frequent.  I've just always been surrounded by so many people at school, even in London, but here, I'm not.  I mean, I know people here, but either people don't call me or don't return my calls.  I'm starting to take it personally.  I know everyone has busy lives, but we always did.  I guess I'm just whiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the cats pissed in the chair.  I don't know which one is doing it, but anytime there is, gee, ANYTHING on the floor, it gets coated in piss.  I'm seriously contemplating chucking them both out.  It's so frustrating.  I put something down and bam, the house reeks of ammonia and my clothes/bag/fill in the blank with something i USE is ruined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sure this is riveting for anyone who bothers to read this, I will stop cause I feel worse whining about it in cyberspace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-115055572154108018?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/115055572154108018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=115055572154108018&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/115055572154108018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/115055572154108018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/06/bah.html' title='bah'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-114990941246894829</id><published>2006-06-09T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:16:52.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive, kinda sorta</title><content type='html'>I'm here, really I am.  I don't do a whole lot other than work, but I'm here.  People at work suck.  A lot.  They apparently think I'm magical and can extend the hours in the day in order to complete their completely insane 'projects'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't done laundry in way too long and the fact that we haven't run out yet is disturbing.  I moved things around in our giant closet to make room for our huge pile of clothes.  It's sad when I have to clean the house to make room to actually be able to even sort the clothes.  I'm thinking I might be sad and pathetic and see if I can take a truckload over to my parents house.  They have 2 sets of washers and dryers.  We just have way too much stuff for this apartment.  It was full with my stuff, and now with Eric's it's worse.  Really, I'm a huge packrat and I seriously need to take a few days and just go through everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric's working tonight until, well, now, but he's not home yet.  I thought I would enjoy having time to myself to just... be, I guess, without someone else in the house.  Um, NO.  It made me clean up, which was good, but I really just want him to be home.  And I really really want a magic fairy to come and clean and organize my apartment.  A lot.  OOh and a job that actually requires me to do something I like...or at least am remotely qualified for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, time to stop wallowing:)  Later taters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-114990941246894829?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/114990941246894829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=114990941246894829&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114990941246894829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114990941246894829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-alive-kinda-sorta.html' title='I&apos;m alive, kinda sorta'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-114677062478238878</id><published>2006-05-04T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T12:23:44.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shh...</title><content type='html'>I'm at work... Don't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I've been through my wedding pics, which are...interesting at times, given A-bomb ran around with my camera most of the night.  Some are rather good though.  The best though was that I taught him how to use the video function on the camera... Which he took with him... to the men's locker room...during the highly disruptive Tri-Hi.  And it's all on video...with sound.  IT ROCKS.  Hooray for little people!  I went through all the pics in order to fix the direction and whatnot, but I still need to run them through the photoshoppy deal to fix some lighting issues and red-eye.  I'll try and have them up either this weekend or early next week.  The videos are the best though.  There were 23!!!  I don't know how to post those though... Anyone have any ideas?  Let me know, cause there are definitely some good ones:)  One of my favourites is C spinning in her fairy princess dress on the dancefloor.  It's completely dark, but you get these awesome flashes from whenever someone took a picture.  It's pretty snazzy.  Or at least I got a kick out of it.  The ones from the men's locker room are pretty funny... All the guys practicing for the Sweetheart song, and bomber singing along.  It's adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I had an amazing weekend.  The Cubs game on Friday rocked, seeing everyone again is always the best thing EVER.  So good to see M&amp;L before they run away to Europe! *sighs* Happy times...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work... bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-114677062478238878?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/114677062478238878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=114677062478238878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114677062478238878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114677062478238878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/05/shh.html' title='Shh...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-114600519466711936</id><published>2006-04-25T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:46:34.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WoOt!</title><content type='html'>It's almost time for the wedding!  WOOHOO!  I am SO looking forward to it.  It's going to be SO much fun.  I love seeing everyone!  Can you tell I'm excited?!  Should I use some more exclamation points?!  YES!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-114600519466711936?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/114600519466711936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=114600519466711936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114600519466711936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114600519466711936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/04/woot.html' title='WoOt!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-114488299042242007</id><published>2006-04-12T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:03:10.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>525,600 Minutes</title><content type='html'>Last night was RENT!  It was an amazing show and my sister got us fabulous seats.  We were on the left section of seats, 2 in, 6th row.  It was a small theatre anyway, so we were super close.  They gave me a half day at work, so I came home, had a little snack, a little nap, and then we headed to Chicago.  Chicago is not so much close when you move away from Illinois.  Try 3 and a half hours.  Ew.  However, Molly (my snazzy vee-hickle) took us through Milwaukee, so although we hit some traffic, we avoided stopping completely from the stupid ass construction on 90, nor did we have to pay a single toll.  Which anyone who has driven 90 through that area knows it's like $12.00 in tolls. And it SUCKS.  The parking garage was kitty-corner from the theatre and our restaurant was right next door.  So we had a beautiful fancy dinner, best halibut I've ever had, and we discovered some delicious new wines.  Always nice to stray a bit and find something tasty.  We headed over to the theatre, watched a fantastic performance, and headed home.  I drove until Roscoe, and then Eric drove the rest of the way home so I could get a little more sleep.  5 hours of sleep and a crazy training day at work is not a happy combo, but I made thai tofu and noodles with peanut sauce, so all is right with the world.  It's a gorgeous day, rocked the nooner at lunch, relaxin' with my Tivo, what more could I ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-114488299042242007?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/114488299042242007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=114488299042242007&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114488299042242007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114488299042242007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/04/525600-minutes.html' title='525,600 Minutes'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-114400833427324394</id><published>2006-04-02T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T13:05:36.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quietly...</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how long things can stay quiet...  I woke up, called my mom, I'm sitting here on the computer, etc... didn't turn on the TV or any lights, or open the shades... Katy is still asleep on the bed, Nona has comandeered the couch, and Finnegan, I believe, is in his newest spot, the clean towels in my linen closet (third shelf).  How he gets his large-ness up there, I don't even want to know...It's 3 o'clock on sunday and it's so very peaceful... Soon though, Katy will have to go outside, so I'll open the door and Nona will run behind the couch, I'll be done with putzing around online and get hungry, so Finny will emerge to investigate and I'll turn on the TV, and the quiet will be broken... It's like this every weekend, for a while at least, it's just lasted so much longer today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-114400833427324394?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/114400833427324394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=114400833427324394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114400833427324394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114400833427324394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/04/quietly.html' title='quietly...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-114374258162365163</id><published>2006-03-30T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T10:16:21.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Details</title><content type='html'>Ok, couple things, for those of you that know my bro was in the hospital for a couple days, everything is A-Ok, and your pun was gross Will;)  Other news, quit working at CapTel on Monday.  The time was just too much and now I actually have a life!  Monday I had time to run to beloit and get more birth control even though the women there are ass monkeys and I shall not be returning... later that night I had Elliot, Arune and Sue over with Eric and we ordered from glass nickel and watched Batman Returns.  A quality evening.  Tues I got to go for an hour long walk with Katy through our neighborhood and discovered it's totally gorgeous.  The nature preserve behind us has a lake and down the block there's a huge park with a baseball diamond, tennis courts, basketball courts, etc. all along the lake.  It was really nice.  Yesterday I got all my dr. appt things settled and got to go work out after I transferred my membership.  The plan is to work out 3 days a week and take walks with Katy (and Eric if he's around) on the others.  I'm taking control of my life damnit!!!  What else... um... I'm on lunch now, so I'll be running back to the office here in a second.  Job is going well, settling into things quite nicely.  And um... yeah... gotta go!  Enjoy the weather for all you locals, it's about damn time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-114374258162365163?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/114374258162365163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=114374258162365163&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114374258162365163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114374258162365163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/03/details.html' title='Details'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-114360283867481837</id><published>2006-03-28T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:27:18.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh o' relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;i am officially a 1 jobb-ed girlie.  WOOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-114360283867481837?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/114360283867481837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=114360283867481837&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114360283867481837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114360283867481837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/03/sigh-o-relief.html' title='sigh o&apos; relief'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-114273923405846415</id><published>2006-03-18T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T19:33:54.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>Job going well, stressful, moreso that there are two of them than anything, it's just a lot of work to do.  The person before me was let go, thus she didn't do ANYTHING for months, and now my job is to come in and learn how to do everything, then fix everything, AND do all the daily tasks as well.  Blah.  However, it's nice to make the extra money, and I actually do have time to spend with eric and local friends, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is stitch free!  woot!  The doctor was like, you can take a shower now.  I was like, gee, thanks.  Cause I haven't been doing that since the day after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Patty's Day:  fun times.  Party over at the lovely W&amp;I's house with a very nice gathering of LJ peoples.  And I got to meet ASSFINGERS!  It's not a dirty thing, really.  He was very nice.  And he made a beautiful hue of green beer.  Huzzah!  A good time was had by all.  And thanks again to the wonderful host and hostess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is going well so far.  The stitches came out today, had breakfast at Perkins (I've been craving pancakes like mad), came home, had a much needed nap with my honey, sent him off to work and went shopping for my mom.  It's her birthday Tuesday, and tomorrow I'm heading back home and we're all going out to dinner.  My sister and my nieces are coming along so I'm really excited because I haven't seen them in a long time.  I'm guessing my sister is showing by now, and I need to kiss her bump:)  (she's due in August with her third)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight has consisted of tivo'd stuff and noodles n' company.  Rock. On.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else had a great and safe St. Patty's!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-114273923405846415?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/114273923405846415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=114273923405846415&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114273923405846415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114273923405846415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/03/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-114213085677039406</id><published>2006-03-11T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T18:34:16.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOORAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's WARM and raining and lightning and it's fucking fantastic! I LOVE spring storms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-114213085677039406?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/114213085677039406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=114213085677039406&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114213085677039406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114213085677039406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/03/hooray.html' title='HOORAY!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-114176453755712228</id><published>2006-03-07T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T12:48:57.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs, Drunks, and Mice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Alrighty.  So. Mouse was successfully captured around 3am by myself and Eric and escorted outside with a box filled with paper towels and cheese to keep him warm.  Friday I worked. Lots.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Saturday was, however, WONDERFUL.  I had a Day O' Fabulousness with ladyfox.  She needed to smile more, so we worked on that.  We had an awesome lunch at red lobster, followed by pedicures (and free nails for her!) at 007.  Then we went to target, back to my house, out to Greenway station to pick up some chopsticks from World Market (that place rocks) and then back to her place where ABM had kindly made dinner for us all, and Sev was there too, which was a very pleasant surprise.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;They also convinced me to go to Inferno with them for Leather and Lace night, of which I wore neither, thankfully.  It was soo much fun.  I think I was more comfortable with more of us there, since Aetrix joined up with us as well (ooh and we'd gone for coffee before that...i lose track), and that I was wearing me clothes, so I was not self conscious, etc.  I had ONE drink.  So the Inferno is right near my parents lake house and given there was NO parking, sev was nice enough to park in their driveway with me and walk back.  On the way back, ABM and LF drove us back to the car.  So as I pull out of my parents neighborhood, a cop WHIPS around and pulls me over.  He claims I FLEW through a stopsign, which I didn't and then...I won't go through all the details, but apparently this man was convinced I was trashed.  He kept flashing his light in the backseat and poor Aetrix and Sev were like, dude, what the hell?  Given we were all sober, it was a little ridiculous.  So I had to follow his finger with my eyes, which apparently gave him an indication that I might be drunk so i had to GET OUT OF THE VEHICLE, and proceed to the sidewalk where he felt he could tell better.  So I followed his finger again, and, get this, was asked to recite the ABC's (do you know the abc's ma'am?) From letters A-M, which I did.  He then proceeded to let me go.  First of all, no way was I even remotely intoxicated, and secondly, if I had flown through a stopsign, I would've at least gotten a ticket for that.  I just wish if he'd been doing routine stops for drunk driving he'd just have been upfront about it.  BAh, in retrospect it was amusing, but at the time, I was like, are you fucking kidding me?  And had serious thoughts about being loaded into the back of the maple bluff police cruiser...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;WARNING: Not for the medically squeamish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went home because yesterday I had some cysts removed from my head.  They are no big thing, a hereditary issue from my dad's side (thanks so much) that just kind of bothered me.  There were two of them.  One of which was small and deep, the other was long and flat.  So what they did was shove my head full of lidocaine and cut them out.  It wasn't painful, but when they are removed, they grab the skin on either side and pull it together with stitches.  Well for the long and flat one, they removed about a 50 cent sized piece, so my head feels like I'm wearing a REALLY tight ponytail, or have recently gotten a facelift, because technically, I did.  My scalp has been stretched across and sewn together, and the result is horribly uncomfortable.  Now the skin will relax after a while and adapt, but it sure as hell isn't happening yet.  It hurts to smile and laughing is just plain torture.  Now to top this off, the doctor says, ok, now keep it dry until I take the stitches out (10 days).  This means no washing your hair.  WHa?!  Pardon?  I think not.  I'm sorry, but I can't even do the wash every other day thing.  I have very fine hair and it gets greasy, and stuff, and hello, not to mention the blood and junk that's still in there from the procedure!!!  I said of course I'll keep it dry and left.  NO FUCKING WAY.  I'll be good and I'm not showering today, but tomorrow, lemme tell you I'll wash around it, whatever, or take a 2 minute shower and then rock the blow dryer, but there's no way in hell I'm not washing my hair for 10 days.  I WORK!  I can't exactly be the face of a law office looking like a greasy dirt monkey.  Ew.  Sorry, I needed to rant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAFE AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, so that's my update.  I have today off work and then I'm back tomorrow, which should be interesting since I'm working both jobs tomorrow.  My head is not going to be happy, but at the end of the night I have a tasty vicoden, so I should be all good.  I think that's about it for now.  I apologize for the length, but I've been too busy to have broken them up into smaller ones:)  Also, happy 4 YEAR anniversary to Lady Fox and ABM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-114176453755712228?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/114176453755712228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=114176453755712228&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114176453755712228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114176453755712228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/03/drugs-drunks-and-mice.html' title='Drugs, Drunks, and Mice'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-114136325646838472</id><published>2006-03-02T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:20:56.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EeK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a mouse in my house.  It is tiny and cute and SO FUCKING FAST.  I have the cats in the bathroom, the dog in my bedroom, both of which have doors low enough that it can't squeeze under.  In the matter of the bathroom, it's really for its own good.  However, now that I've chased it around the apartment for THREE HOURS, I can't find it.  At one point, I had the poor thing cornered to the point where it was occasionally bouncing off my foot as it ricocheted around the walls, but then managed to squeeze behind a box.  At first I was scared because I wasn't positive what I'd seen run across (and roaches are WAY worse).  But now I just don't want the poor thing to get eaten by my cats.  The good news is that they're lazy, and it's (see above).  However, Fiona is determined.  And I worry.  However, I have to work in the morning and at some point, the cats will need to come out and I will need to go to bed.  (that point being about an hour ago)  Thus, my dilemna.  Don't lecture me about natural selection or anything morbid because I like small animals and I'm gonna feel really bad if it gets eaten, and worse if I have to clean it up.  I would much much much rather get the damn thing in a box that I can take outside to a nice pile of leaves.  I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;By the by.  My new job rocks thus far and everyone is really nice.  It's fun and I really enjoy it.  Tomorrow is casual Friday!  WoOt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-114136325646838472?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/114136325646838472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=114136325646838472&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114136325646838472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114136325646838472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/03/eek.html' title='EeK!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-114110016542654811</id><published>2006-02-27T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:16:05.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOT!</title><content type='html'>I GOT  A JOB!!!  I am now officially the new Office Manager for Greenhalgh and Krueger Law Offices:)  I get to do their newsletter and other fun stuffs, aside from phones, filing, dictation, etc.  It pays much better than CapTel, which I will still be doing part time, so my bank account is quite happy with me.  It will also be nice on my resume for whatever may come along down the line.  I'm extremely excited and I get to wear grown-up clothes:)  WOOT!  We went out for dinner to celebrate at the Claddaugh which is like the best restaurant EVER, hooray for Irish pubs.  Rock ON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-114110016542654811?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/114110016542654811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=114110016542654811&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114110016542654811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114110016542654811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/02/woot.html' title='WOOT!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-114093180674522865</id><published>2006-02-25T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T21:30:06.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive!</title><content type='html'>I can talk!  I can even stay awake for several hours at a time, AND kick ass at my job, even with being sick.  I Rock.  Seriously.  Work was good, they had me come in for shorter shifts the past few days and then I'll start my regular shifts next week.  I also had another interview on Friday, which went really well, but we'll see.  I should find out on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got a speeding ticket on the way to said interview, stupid tickets...However, the fact that the dmv lady was bitchy about not accepting my lease or anything else I had for proof of residency, I still don't have a Wisconsin drivers license, and thus, did not have any points taken from my license.  So, bonus there.  Also, my politeness in being issued said ticket, got it reduced, which was also nice.  I wonder who these people are who honestly get all pissy with the POLICE when being assigned a MONETARY AMOUNT to pay... Why?!  Hello people... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... um, and old friend from college found me on myspace, which rocks, cause she's a super cool lady.  Always nice to keep in contact with more of those:)  My cats and the dog are getting along quite well, which is good, although Katy is extremely jealous.  They're pretty good about not clawing the furniture and using their little scratchy tower things instead.  I'm thinking when the weather gets nice, I might try and put up a little fency thing along my section of the 'yard' so I can let them out.  They've really missed the garden in London and at least here I might be able to cordon something off, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I started this post with so much momentum and it's totally petered out... Ah well, it's news nonetheless.  Time for some Degrassi old school before I hit the bed with my book.  Night night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-114093180674522865?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/114093180674522865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=114093180674522865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114093180674522865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114093180674522865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-114046548918347232</id><published>2006-02-20T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T11:58:09.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK.</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, sickness update.  I've had a fever of 102 for the last couple of days, and my doctors note getting me out of work is up tomorrow.  Given I still can't talk or swallow, and he said to come back if I wasn't better, I did.  However, he's not working so I went to the urgent care that's closer to me and had the most blah doctor ever.  She sucked and told me nothing new, but she gave me Zythromax, and a new note through wed.  So HOPEFULLY by the time thursday work rolls around, I should actually be able to go.  It would be kinda nice, since you know, money is kinda helpful.  Also, my kitties are now here, and have taken to living under the couch.  Finnegan only comes out to whine at my door once I go to bed, of course.  Ok, so I've taken my drugs and I'm going back to bed.  Woo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-114046548918347232?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/114046548918347232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=114046548918347232&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114046548918347232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114046548918347232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/02/sick.html' title='SICK.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-114029866335496950</id><published>2006-02-18T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T13:37:43.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so tonight is my housewarming party.  I've been sick since wednesday and am on lots of drugs.  However, the drugs keep me upright and my fever to a minimum, so all should be good for tonight.  I have all the fixins and the house is relatively clean, at least to the naked eye, just don't look in my closets...(now that i've stuffed even more into them, i'm back...) However, that exertion of effort has caused serious wooziness and I will now retire to the couch... Later taters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-114029866335496950?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/114029866335496950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=114029866335496950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114029866335496950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/114029866335496950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/02/party.html' title='PARTY!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113994740832005258</id><published>2006-02-14T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:04:15.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for curiousity's sake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=KaraJunie"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=KaraJunie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari?name=KaraJunie"&gt;http://kevan.org/nohari?name=KaraJunie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113994740832005258?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113994740832005258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113994740832005258&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113994740832005258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113994740832005258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-for-curiousitys-sake.html' title='Just for curiousity&apos;s sake'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113990427166423855</id><published>2006-02-14T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:04:31.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminder</title><content type='html'>Housewarming party this Saturday, February 18th!!  E-mail for directions!  I'm thinking we'll get things started around 7ish.  I will be providing light snacks and limited drinks so if you'd like something specific, feel free to bring it, other than that, just bring your purty selves!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113990427166423855?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113990427166423855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113990427166423855&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113990427166423855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113990427166423855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/02/reminder.html' title='reminder'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113937418485919749</id><published>2006-02-07T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:49:44.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ow</title><content type='html'>something bit my ankle and it's itchy.  stupid bugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113937418485919749?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113937418485919749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113937418485919749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113937418485919749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113937418485919749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/02/ow.html' title='ow'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113895435594785969</id><published>2006-02-03T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T00:12:35.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/610/1600/DSC00716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/610/320/DSC00716.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't wanna eat no dirty pickles though..."  -EM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113895435594785969?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113895435594785969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113895435594785969&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113895435594785969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113895435594785969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-wanna-eat-no-dirty-pickles.html' title=''/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113874169292613173</id><published>2006-01-31T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T13:08:12.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home!</title><content type='html'>I have internet!!!  Hooray for Charter high speed, seriously.  I was having withdrawls.  There's a difference between not being online for a couple days and not being ABLE to be online for a couple days.  The latter gives me hives, and I'm ok with that.  I also have cable, which is sweet.  Work is long, and kind of monotonous, but it's just training which wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't 4-10pm.  I had the option for 9-3, but let's be honest, I so wouldn't be awake for that either.  So now it's 3, Eric just left for work, but he's coming back again tonight, which is good, cause I don't know how I feel about being here alone quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The housewarming is all set, for the 18th, still haven't figured out a specific time yet.  I'm thinking maybe 6-ish onward so that it's early enough if people come from far and don't want to be home super late, but late enough so that people who work (fancy pants) won't miss too much of the festivities.  Hmm...what else... not much really.  Just munching a bit before work.  We get breaks in 15 minute intervals, so that doesn't leave me much time to eat cause with the surgery, I'm not supposed to eat quickly.  So tonight I brought soup, which goes down a bit easier and still fills me up.  We'll see how it goes.  Off I go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113874169292613173?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113874169292613173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113874169292613173&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113874169292613173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113874169292613173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/01/home.html' title='Home!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113795842962030306</id><published>2006-01-22T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T11:33:49.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Housewarming</title><content type='html'>So officially (since only one person responded one way or the other) my housewarming party will be Sat. Feb. 18th.  I hope everyone can make it!  Let me know so I can e-mail you directions.  Also, I know Ian is coming so if Milwaukee people would like to come, and not everyone wants to drive, perhaps you could do a carpoolish thing.  Just a thought. *HUGS*  Yay!  I'm so excited:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113795842962030306?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113795842962030306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113795842962030306&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113795842962030306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113795842962030306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/01/housewarming.html' title='Housewarming'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113764338926376643</id><published>2006-01-18T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T20:03:09.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so, job starts soon, got the apartment, furnished the apartment, at least it's all ordered and set to be delivered on my move in date.  Everything is just going so quickly!  Anyone in the area, I'm looking to have a housewarming party either the 2nd or 3rd sat. in Feb.  Depends on majority of availability.  Let me know, ok?  And I'll plan accordingly.  I'd really love to see the Milwaukee crew if they're available!!!  Also, I have 2 cats and a dog (she's allergy free, but the cats are not) So if anyone coming has allergies, take a pill beforehand:)  Hope people can make it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113764338926376643?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113764338926376643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113764338926376643&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113764338926376643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113764338926376643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/01/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113687095747140099</id><published>2006-01-09T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:29:17.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dominos...</title><content type='html'>Everything seems to be falling into place... I finished college, (got an A in my class) so I'm finally officially graduated, straight from the mouth of the registrar, Mary, so I know it's true.  The lovely ladies of Hallmark have been all kinds of bitchy lately and I really want out.  Ideally I'd like to live in Madison, and thus have been applying there.  I had an interview today and got the job!!!  My mom and I looked for apartments online and found one that seems perfect, and we're going to see it in the morning.  It not only takes cats, but dogs too.  Not to mention it's only 2 miles from Research Park (where my building is).  Traded in the Rover, got a brand-spankin' new Lexus LX400h hybrid in millenium silver.  It is GORGEOUS.  Happy graduation to me!  Contrary to appearances, my life has been less that perfect the past few years, and this past week has just made it somehow all seem worthwhile.  I can't wait to get my own place and have everyone over!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113687095747140099?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113687095747140099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113687095747140099&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113687095747140099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113687095747140099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2006/01/dominos.html' title='Dominos...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113601330545225342</id><published>2005-12-30T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:15:05.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ach-ew.</title><content type='html'>So today I spent my entire shift unwrapping Valentine's Day cards.  (welcome to the world of hallmark.) And now, I so so so wish I was making this up, I've been sneezing &lt;em&gt;GLITTER&lt;/em&gt; all evening.  Gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113601330545225342?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113601330545225342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113601330545225342&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113601330545225342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113601330545225342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/12/ach-ew.html' title='ach-ew.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113546358953002484</id><published>2005-12-24T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T14:33:09.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOHOHO</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113546358953002484?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113546358953002484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113546358953002484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113546358953002484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113546358953002484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/12/hohoho.html' title='HOHOHO'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113484280524639551</id><published>2005-12-17T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:06:45.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO!</title><content type='html'>Hooray for me!  I am done:)  He wasn't even there to turn it in, there was a box outside his door, very anti-climactic.  However, then there was Margaritaville.  I'd never been before.  Lots and lots of margaritas.  I was drunk and sober again by about 10:30ish, hung out with some friends I hadn't seen in a while and came home.  A lovely evening altogether.  Today I work and then am going out for sushi!  Hooray!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching HGTV and hearing people say caulk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113484280524639551?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113484280524639551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113484280524639551&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113484280524639551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113484280524639551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/12/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113445942736436147</id><published>2005-12-12T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:37:07.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Fin</title><content type='html'>Friday, I am Done.  You heard me, Done.  Officially, for real, DONE.  I will be turning in my last final exam by 5pm on Friday, the 16th of December, thus completing my ridiculous career as a Beloit College student.  I have never been so happy in my entire life.  WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I will be fully and thoroughly drunk.  Feel free to call and congratulate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113445942736436147?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113445942736436147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113445942736436147&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113445942736436147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113445942736436147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/12/el-fin.html' title='El Fin'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113408128835660356</id><published>2005-12-08T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T14:34:48.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy tears</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the past couple of days, I've been getting some lovely pleasant and surprising compliments.  They have made me incredibly happy, and so just, completely loved.  I thought I would share them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I got an e-mail from Mr. D. B. who is now back in NY, and I haven't seen since the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We should really catch up soon.  It has been too long.... but no long of&lt;br /&gt;time nor distance will diminish my strong and eternal adoration for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, today, out of nowhere, and for no apparent reason, I got a card in the mail from a very dear friend of mine.  It's a beautiful handcrafted card with layered cardstock squares of shades of green, a butterfly, some shiny circle things, and it says "Friendship" on the outside, and inside it reads, "you are my forever friend".  Now, this is sweet enough in and of itself, however, the accompanying letter is the best. (it made me cry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kara, &lt;br /&gt;  You have always been there through my best and worst of times.  Thank you for always pushing me to realize the great person that I am.  I only wish that I can return the love and friendship that you have given to me over the years.  I will always love you and carry you in my heart wherever I may go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     With all I am, &lt;br /&gt;                              B...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right??  Omigosh.  Sobbed.  Then I shared these lovely words with another friend of mine, and she said..."he's always been different with you, more open than I think he's been with a lot of other people. you kind of inspire that".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take all these lovely things!  I'm so very flattered, and humbled and again, so very loved.  Thank you to everyone who has been a part of my life...You've all contributed in so many ways, I could never express. So much love for you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113408128835660356?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113408128835660356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113408128835660356&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113408128835660356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113408128835660356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-tears.html' title='Happy tears'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113371795585259064</id><published>2005-12-04T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T09:39:18.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neato</title><content type='html'>FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pizza girl at a water park&lt;br /&gt;2. para-professional in a bilingual pre-school classroom&lt;br /&gt;3. nanny for a family in DC&lt;br /&gt;4. Hallmark sales associate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Real Genius!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;3. Sweet Home Alabama&lt;br /&gt;4. Amelie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH:&lt;br /&gt;1. CSI (all of 'em)&lt;br /&gt;2. Law &amp; Order (CI and SVU, used to like the original but it's just not the same without Jerry Orbach)&lt;br /&gt;3. That 70's Show&lt;br /&gt;4. The Cosby Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR PLACES YOU'VE BEEN ON VACATION TO:&lt;br /&gt;1. Russia&lt;br /&gt;2. Spain&lt;br /&gt;3. Australia&lt;br /&gt;4. Arizona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR WEBSITES YOU VISIT DAILY:&lt;br /&gt;1. myspace&lt;br /&gt;2. gmail&lt;br /&gt;3. blogger&lt;br /&gt;4. deviantart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR OF YOUR ALL TIME FAVORITE RESTAURANTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. JMK Nippon&lt;br /&gt;2. Sawatee's&lt;br /&gt;3. PT's Late Night&lt;br /&gt;4. Pepe's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR COSTUMES YOU'VE WORN ON HALLOWEEN:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lazy Fairy&lt;br /&gt;2. A Spider&lt;br /&gt;3. Raggedy Ann&lt;br /&gt;4. Queen of England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR SCHOOLS YOU ATTENDED:&lt;br /&gt;1. Beloit College&lt;br /&gt;2. Hononegah HS&lt;br /&gt;3. Kinnikinnick Middle School&lt;br /&gt;4. Ledgewood Elementary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPINGS:&lt;br /&gt;1. mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;2. fresh tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;3. onions&lt;br /&gt;4. pineapple (not necessarily all together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR THINGS MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm not nearly as happy as I seem&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm terrified I'll never find a job I'm good at.&lt;br /&gt;3. My dream is to get married, have babies and stay at home with my family.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have 5 tattoos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113371795585259064?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113371795585259064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113371795585259064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113371795585259064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113371795585259064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/12/neato.html' title='Neato'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113330211087630119</id><published>2005-11-29T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:08:30.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour me surprised...</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;B&gt;INFJ - the counselor&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You scored 45% I to E, 31% N to S, 23% F to T, and 36% J to P! &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Your type is best summed up by the word "counselor", which belongs to the larger group of idealists. Only 2% of the population share your type. You are so empathic that you often know what others need before they know themselves. You are a complex person who can deal with complicated issues and people, almost prefer to, as you love problem solving. You can be something of an idealist or perfectionist, and should try to take yourself a little less seriously.&lt;BR&gt;You are a supportive and insightful romantic partner, encouraging your mate to have dreams and work hard to make those dreams come true. Because you are so creative, you have a wealth of ideas to help them toward those goals. You need harmony so much that you are driven to resolve conflict quickly, as long as the terms don't violate your ethics. You feel the most appreciated when your partner admires your creativity, trusts your inspirations, and respects your values. It is also vitally important that your partner be open and emotionally available - in other words, that they be willing to share themselves completely.&lt;BR&gt;Your group summary: &lt;A href="http://keirsey.com/personality/nf.html" a&gt;idealists (NF) &lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your type summary: &lt;A href="http://keirsey.com/personality/nfij.html" a&gt;INFJ&lt;/A&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;SPAN id=comparisonarea&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;I&gt;your age and gender&lt;/I&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=4 cellPadding=0 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=84 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=66 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;56%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;I to E&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=51 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=99 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;34%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;N to S&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=24 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=126 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;16%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;F to T&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=38 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=112 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;25%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;J to P&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=16567335035599898597'&gt;The LONG Scientific Personality Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=1086397366132153798'&gt;unpretentious2&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113330211087630119?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113330211087630119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113330211087630119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113330211087630119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113330211087630119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/11/colour-me-surprised.html' title='Colour me surprised...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113307688161787774</id><published>2005-11-26T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:34:41.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GoBble gObBle</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I worked wed. 'til 6 and my boss screwed up my schedule, the owner was less than decent, and traffic was insane.  However, Thanksgiving was lovely.  Eric was there, my sister and her family, and her in-laws and family, (they always come).  Food was fantastic, my sourcream-thyme rolls were a hit.  We had a family picture taken, eh, but it made my mom happy, so there ya go.  We of course had the traditional game of Trivial Pursuit and dessert, and I kick some serious ass.  Answers kept popping out of my mouth and I had no idea how I knew them.  Weird things I've learned that apparently have hidden in the deep recesses of my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday went to the Scrapbook superstore with my sister.  It was AWESOME.  I love stuff like that.  Unfortunately, I had to work that night, so we left, and of course given the insane amount of snow and stupid people, there were three major accidents going our direction, not to mention the ones going the other way, so we got stopped, for HOURS.  We sat in the same spot for over 2 hours.  Needless to say, I didn't make it to work.  They got someone to cover for me, but given how I've been treated lately, I could care less.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had the evening free once we got moving, my lovely boyfriend took me out to dinner and a movie.  We saw Just Friends.  It's pretty funny.  We came home, and watched Kicking and Screaming.  That was definitely cute.  I like Will Ferrell though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had to work, as did Eric, and it was, well, work.  We were crazy busy, but I still managed to get my projects done.  After work, it was over to the grocery store, for the soup I've been craving(3 cheese mushroom ravioli with vegetables) and some blue cheese stuffed olives.  And since then, I've been a complete bum.  Munched a bit, watched tv, talked to Nellie Belly, and Lil Kim, Butterclup, etc.  It's been a nice relaxing evening.  Tomorrow I have off, so I get to sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113307688161787774?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113307688161787774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113307688161787774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113307688161787774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113307688161787774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/11/gobble-gobble.html' title='GoBble gObBle'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113254929721568057</id><published>2005-11-20T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:01:37.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>Friday night, went out with W&amp;I to Inferno in Madison. It was...interesting.  It's kind of a gothish club, lots of darkness, smoke, LOTS of pleather.  Also, a little BDSM skit?  demonstration?  they rubbed a thonged (and nothing else) chicky who was tied with her hands over her head with these fire-eating stick thingies.  She had big fake eyelashes on and pigtails and seriously over acted.  There was however, two boys making out that was kinda hot.  One of them seriously looked like Puppy.  OMIGOSH, and Thiel's doppelganger was there.  Creepily so, you have NO idea.  He had the same mannerisms, glasses, hair, clothes... He was just taller and a little broader.  It was sooo eerie.  It was fun though, and they gave out free jello shots at midnight.  It was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed from there, after we got back, over to Eric's.  On saturday, he took me to see Harry Potter!  It was SO good. I highly recommend it.  Worked sunday, ew. Then Lil K and I went out to JMK's for sushi.  SO delicious.  It was very nice.  We spent two hours just chatting and munching and relaxing.  It was fabulous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've been finding tasty things to make for Thanksgiving.  I usually try to make something to help out, since I'm older now and everyone brings a little something to the table.  This year I'm going with Martha's sour cream-thyme rolls.  They look fantastic.  I'm quite excited about it. Eric will be joining us as well, so I'm really looking forward to that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get a chance to post again before that, I hope everyone has a lovely holiday!!  Much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113254929721568057?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113254929721568057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113254929721568057&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113254929721568057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113254929721568057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/11/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113229083987546880</id><published>2005-11-17T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T21:13:59.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ground control to Major Tom</title><content type='html'>Today we watched a video in class about glam rock.  It was awesome.  This is quite possibly the best class ever.  I wish they'd all been like that.  Our next paper assignment is to write about our favourite rock album.  Life is rough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what else.  Drama at home, so I've been spending all the time that I'm not at work or school up at Eric's.  It's been nice. He had two tests left to take for his hsed, and he rocked the socks off the math test.  Now all that's left is the English essay.  He's been working really hard, and I'm so proud of him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays have seriously snuck up on me.  Next week is Thanksgiving!  When the hell did that happen? It's too soon. I need more time to save up for Christmas.  I'm getting sleepy...and I need to wake up early.  I joined Curves so I can get rid of a few of mine;)  Gotta get my groove on in the morning.  Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113229083987546880?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113229083987546880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113229083987546880&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113229083987546880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113229083987546880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/11/ground-control-to-major-tom.html' title='Ground control to Major Tom'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113169385450596151</id><published>2005-11-10T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:24:14.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blaisdell 1st floor lounge</title><content type='html'>Marimar, costeñita soy &lt;br /&gt;con mis abuelos crecí yo &lt;br /&gt;en un lindo y cálido mar &lt;br /&gt;que todito me dio &lt;br /&gt;cuando al amor me llevó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marimar, costeñita soy &lt;br /&gt;cuánto lo quise yo &lt;br /&gt;por revancha me enamoró &lt;br /&gt;y el mar que todito me dio &lt;br /&gt;como ola se lo llevó &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marimar, Marimar, &lt;br /&gt;cuando manda el corazón &lt;br /&gt;siempre, siempre manda el amor &lt;br /&gt;Marimar, Marimar, &lt;br /&gt;cuando manda el corazón &lt;br /&gt;siempre, siempre manda el amor &lt;br /&gt;Marimar, qué paso Marimar, &lt;br /&gt;ay, cuando manda el corazón &lt;br /&gt;siempre, siempre manda el amor &lt;br /&gt;no que no... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to watch the telenovela, Marimar.  It was ridiculous, as most of them are, but we loved the theme song.  One of my buddies from this time in my life just e-mailed to tell us he'd survived testicular cancer.  He's only 26!  So scary.  So I was flooded with many many memories of times spent in that lounge with him, and felt like posting the lyrics. It's my blog and I'll Espanolify it if I wanna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113169385450596151?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113169385450596151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113169385450596151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113169385450596151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113169385450596151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/11/blaisdell-1st-floor-lounge.html' title='Blaisdell 1st floor lounge'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113113646482912213</id><published>2005-11-04T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T12:34:24.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo hiss.</title><content type='html'>My dad is being very Dadly, and thus ticking me off.  Plus, I have to work today, which I SO don't want to do.  On top of all of this, my Halloween costume is less than wonderful right now.  Somehow my vision got lost along the way, and it's not turning out how I wanted it to.   It makes me sad.  My mom is attempting to fix it, and hopefully it'll be good, but I'm not holding my breath.  However, I will be rockin' it at B&amp;A's and that's all that matters.  I've got my sleeping bag, and I will be nice and drunk, so it won't matter.  Remind me to bring pjs... I can't sleep in my costume...  I'm so looking forward to this... I took off sat. and sunday, so I have noooo other obligations.  It sucks that it takes months (literally, stupid Hallmark) to arrange enough time to go out for ONE night, but I'm glad that it's for this occasion.  Ok, time for work.  Blah.  Whoever thought I could get sick of Christmas in NOVEMBER?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113113646482912213?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113113646482912213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113113646482912213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113113646482912213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113113646482912213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/11/boo-hiss.html' title='boo hiss.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113045030676856661</id><published>2005-10-27T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:58:26.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gah.</title><content type='html'>I'm posting this because I'm super busy and don't have time to write anything of importance, but my last post is too long to keep scrolling down to see if anyone else has commented, cause they haven't.  So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113045030676856661?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113045030676856661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113045030676856661&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113045030676856661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113045030676856661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/10/gah.html' title='gah.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-113003675296953140</id><published>2005-10-22T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T22:08:11.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update-y goodness.</title><content type='html'>Ok, rewind... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wedding&lt;/strong&gt;:  So much fun.  Beautiful outdoors, lots of candles, dusk, gorgeous flowers, pretty music, adorable little Murphy children.  It was so good to see everyone again.  We shared a room with D&amp;L, and C&amp;J came!!!  It was fantastic.  We found an awesome Irish pub called Jack Quinn's, that was our before the wedding lunch place.  Pre-wedding pints rock. It was also Eric's birthday, and J gave him a birthday lapdance at the bar.  There was lots of drinking.  Luckily, the wedding was in the evening, so there was plenty of time to sober up before the festivities.  On a sober note though, I did also fall down the stairs at the reception (there was a broken step).  Scratched my hand, knees, ankles, etc. up pretty well, but I survived.  After the reception, we took the keg back to the hotel, where C (aka BC) proceeded to do a keg stand in front of the hotel lobby.  Then the largely drunken and rowdy crew loaded the keg into the elevator and took it up to C&amp;J's room, where more keg occurred.  (pictures will be coming soon!)  Sunday, we all went out for brunch with the lovely newlywedded couple to a place called Chez Nora for more excellent goodies.  For some reason, I'd had it in my head that there were more activities going on, so our flight wasn't until much later in the evening, so we took J(W) out with us to a very Mall of America-like place in Kentucky along the river, that was beautiful.  Since we had lots of time to kill and not a lot of money, we opted for the matinee movie showing of Flightplan.  Odd.  But ok.  Then off to the airport, dropped J off to wait for J to come and get him, and we flew away home.  THE END (of that at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall Break&lt;/strong&gt;:So with no classes, and only one scheduled day of work, I traded with someone, and thus, had the whole week off to go up and spend with Eric.  Nothing super exciting happened, but it was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much fun to play house for the week.  We had dinner together, and went grocery shopping, and to the police dept. to report his stolen wallet (woo...stupid shady co-workers...).  He made me lunch and we did dishes, and curled up and watched movies.  I love blissfully simple things.  Hooray!  Gagging yet?  SOrry, I'll hush.  But I'm just so very happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was back to work, studying, and my house, which smells like feet:(  No one was around to change the water in my flowers and they got that icky flower mold stuff and it stunk up the whole damn house.  Ew.  I cleaned it up and hopefully it'll be better soon.  Ok, enough updating for me.  Bye loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-113003675296953140?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/113003675296953140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=113003675296953140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113003675296953140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/113003675296953140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/10/update-y-goodness.html' title='Update-y goodness.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112916703998947246</id><published>2005-10-12T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T18:30:39.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogthings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Italian Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/italian-food.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comforting yet overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;People love you, but sometimes you're just too much.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Schoolgirl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourjapanesesubculturequiz/schoolgirl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not quite as wild as a "kogyaru", but with your short plaid skirt&lt;br /&gt;and silly white socks, you're still a sexual fetish object.&lt;br /&gt;You can usually be seen hanging out in the girly section of the video game places,&lt;br /&gt;collecting photobooth stickers of you and your friends. You may not be as innocent as you look.&lt;br /&gt;Did those vending machine panties once belong to you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourjapanesesubculturequiz/"&gt;What's Your Japanese Subculture?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112916703998947246?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112916703998947246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112916703998947246&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112916703998947246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112916703998947246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/10/blogthings.html' title='blogthings'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112906336611801454</id><published>2005-10-11T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T13:43:10.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tra La Lalala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/frozenebony/1048039353_pRACHELSB5.jpg" border="0" alt="Lactating Barbie"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lactating Barbie?  What the fuck is wrong with you?&lt;br&gt;Snap out of it and kill the kid while you still&lt;br&gt;can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/frozenebony/quizzes/If%20You%20Were%20A%20Barbie%2C%20Which%20Messed%20Up%20Version%20Would%20You%20Be%3F/"&gt; If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112906336611801454?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112906336611801454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112906336611801454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112906336611801454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112906336611801454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/10/tra-la-lalala.html' title='Tra La Lalala.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112857704253443660</id><published>2005-10-05T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:37:22.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn you dots!</title><content type='html'>Grab your tux — in a past life you were an Emperor penguin of distinguished character and notable charm. Here's what we know about you: Adored by all, you looked particularly dashing in your top hat and tails. Quite the visionary, you brought popular theater to the ice-skating rink. "Cats...on Ice!" and "The Saturday Night Fever Ice Capades" were two of your best-received works and were especially big hits with your friends and neighbors. Your fame would have spread worldwide if not for the fact that you looked exactly like every other penguin on the ice cap. Frustrated, you made a brash attempt to assert your individuality: You threw away your penguin suit; purchased a racy, powder-blue number with frilly cuffs; and set sail for the mainland. International acclaim eluded you, but you were quite content spending the rest of your days in Tierra del Fuego, where your all-ice-skating production of "Hamlet" met with great praise and commercial success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112857704253443660?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112857704253443660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112857704253443660&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112857704253443660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112857704253443660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/10/damn-you-dots.html' title='damn you dots!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112846702877014400</id><published>2005-10-04T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T16:03:48.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cause i can...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Elblai/1120500915_ywardheart.jpg" border="0" alt="The Wayward Heart"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;- You Are The Wayward Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Feel Better."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best described as 'Emotional Support'.&lt;br&gt;Anytime an emotional issue comes up or&lt;br&gt;something stresses people out, you are there to&lt;br&gt;help them feel better about it. Whether you are&lt;br&gt;the prankster of the bunch, the funny one, the&lt;br&gt;wild one, or just the shoulder to cry on - your&lt;br&gt;traits favor what it takes to keep people&lt;br&gt;going. You like large groups of people and have&lt;br&gt;many friends. When something hits home for you,&lt;br&gt;however, you have a hard time with it. You also&lt;br&gt;have difficulty paying attention or focusing on&lt;br&gt;one thing. Above all, though, if people are&lt;br&gt;happy, you are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Elblai/quizzes/Which%20Classic%20Story%20Role%20Do%20You%20Play%3F/"&gt; Which Classic Story Role Do You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my rack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112846702877014400?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112846702877014400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112846702877014400&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112846702877014400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112846702877014400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/10/cause-i-can.html' title='cause i can...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112841607391065469</id><published>2005-10-04T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T01:54:34.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was homecoming.  In my opinion, it was a tiny bit disappointing. I did get to see Bill, and Beth (HI BETH!!!) and Steve, and Oh yeah, that was it!  There were a few people I'd rather they weren't there, but it ended up being ok in the end.  Talked to one of them, and though we were both highly intoxicated, it seemed like old things had been put to rest.  Which was nice, since out of the two in particular, she was the least despised.  The other stayed far away, which was plenty fine with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rocked the c-haus for quite a bit, which was fun.  Lots of alums there, and some...interesting music presented by said alums.  We then, once joined by Lucas F. and Murph, proceeded to sneak out the back door, and take our beer over and claim the porch for sitting once again.  I may have glared a lot at the people who pretend to live there.  Stupid freshman...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve had gone home, Murph went home, and I think the rest of us ended up outside of Theta for Roll in the Hay.  I may have downed a good 5 or so bottles of Strongbow...Not that that's particularly relevant, but it adds to my frame of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas went home, Bill was 'sick' and wanted to take a shower, so they headed off, (final destinations unknown... or are they?...)  We don't know anyone that would be shady, do we folks?  Of course not.  So then, I ended up talking to my friend Will who has lost an incredible amount of weight and looks utterly fantastical, and his new lady friend.  At some point we were all in a room in AST dancing and getting yelled at for being loud.  And that, was my cue to go to bed.  Eric was kind enough to drive.  We dropped off Leland and Arune and came home.  OOh yeah, and by that point it was technically our four month anniversary.  Woohoo for us!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was work.  Woo. I was hung over, but not in the 'every hair on my head hurts' hungover, but moreso the 'i would give anything to be sleeping for another 15 hours'.  I was achy and sleepy and extremely dehydrated.  I think the massive quantities of excedrin may have helped a tiny bit... maybe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is going to be crazy.  Lots of schoolwork, a presentation on thursday, and flying out for the wedding on friday.  Not to mention lots of rocking of the purple smock thrown in for flavour.  Although, now our smocks are not purple anymore, and I'm a bit sad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our anniversary, Eric got me a card that made me cry (good tears), a hat I really wanted, pink daises!, and a beautiful vase to put them in.  I think I'll keep him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4am.  Sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112841607391065469?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112841607391065469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112841607391065469&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112841607391065469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112841607391065469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/10/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112804933350364874</id><published>2005-09-29T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:02:13.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blergh.</title><content type='html'>I have no desire to post, or to read them, or to be on the internet at all really, lately.  I'm in a teeny bit of a funk tonight.  Not to mention that I got a rejection letter for a job I'd forgotten I'd even applied for.  So it shouldn't bother me right?  Oh, but it does.  Cause I'm insane.  It's one of those nights, where really, I think I'd feel better if I just cried a bunch, but it doesn't seem to be happening.  This weekend is Homecoming.  Woot.  I will be there with bells on, or at least some layers, cause I'll be cold.  And now I'm leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112804933350364874?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112804933350364874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112804933350364874&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112804933350364874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112804933350364874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/09/blergh.html' title='blergh.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112745488847323526</id><published>2005-09-22T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T22:54:48.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>I am working so very very much these days.  I have a project due for my class next week, and I had Eric here from Mon-Thurs. Tomorrow I don't work until 3, and lemme tell you.  I will be doing some serious sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing all that terribly new to report.  I'm so lame, I apologize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112745488847323526?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112745488847323526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112745488847323526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112745488847323526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112745488847323526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/09/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112683323501433935</id><published>2005-09-15T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T18:13:55.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy feet</title><content type='html'>It's amazing what buying a pretty new pair of shoes can do.  And perhaps a pair of jeans that make my ass look hot...Or getting sushi for dinner.  (i'm addicted.) Thank you for all the hugs.  I'm much better today:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112683323501433935?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112683323501433935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112683323501433935&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112683323501433935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112683323501433935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-feet.html' title='happy feet'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112674657865004906</id><published>2005-09-14T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T19:22:13.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hug me.</title><content type='html'>Ever had one of those days that you'd just like to pretend never happened? Ever want to crawl in a cave and not come out until everything is fine? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112674657865004906?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112674657865004906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112674657865004906&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112674657865004906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112674657865004906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/09/hug-me.html' title='Hug me.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112647295036304627</id><published>2005-09-11T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T14:09:10.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck n' Booze</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's right my darlings, this weekend was Folk and Blues.  In the past few years, there's been a little too much rain for much fun to be had.  However, this weekend was beautiful.  HOt during the day, but cooling down nicely during the evening when the bands were out, awesome music. I  couldn't tell you any of the names, but for the first time in a while, the bands were actually folk and bluesy...  And of course, there was drunken debauchery as usual.  I had a lovely time, and somehow over the course of this entry, I've lost any sort of momentum.  I think I killed a few too many braincells this weekend... My apologies.  I hope everyone else had a great weekend.  And I hope the ladies night went well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112647295036304627?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112647295036304627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112647295036304627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112647295036304627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112647295036304627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/09/fuck-n-booze.html' title='Fuck n&apos; Booze'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112607613184713588</id><published>2005-09-06T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:55:31.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum.</title><content type='html'>Last night Eric and I went out with our friends K&amp;D for a double dinner date at JMK.  SO good.  We did the cooking on the table part and it was excellent.  I just finished my leftovers, and they were amazing.  I want a personal japanese chef/sushi man to come and live with me, cause really, I could eat it everyday.  Spicy tuna... dragon rolls... salmon sashimi... Omigod.  Seriously.  SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  Watching all these Inked and Miami Ink tattoo shows just makes me itch for the needle...sweet sweet pain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112607613184713588?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112607613184713588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112607613184713588&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112607613184713588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112607613184713588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/09/yum.html' title='Yum.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112590125038997401</id><published>2005-09-04T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T23:20:50.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with bated breath...</title><content type='html'>Today I cleaned my house.  Given the INSANE gas prices, my driving excursions are reserved for class and work.  Woot.  However, Eric is coming down after work tonight, or rather, this morning, so I'm just up....waiting... watching Family Guy...Aren't you all SO glad I posted?  I might need a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112590125038997401?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112590125038997401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112590125038997401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112590125038997401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112590125038997401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/09/with-bated-breath.html' title='with bated breath...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112554786335795145</id><published>2005-08-31T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T21:11:03.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love...</title><content type='html'>"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality."&lt;br /&gt;                                              -T.S. Eliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had almost forgotten why I love the English language so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112554786335795145?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112554786335795145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112554786335795145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112554786335795145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112554786335795145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/08/love.html' title='love...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112538497505947493</id><published>2005-08-29T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T23:56:15.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school.  Again.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so yes, I suck, no I haven't ACTUALLY graduated, and yes, I'm finishing.  I have ONE credit left.  Thank you stupid Beloit registrar.  However, it's Modern Lit. &amp; Pop Music.  I know, right?  I'm earning my final credit by getting to read books like the Velvet Underground, and Jazz in Poetry and Prose.  I'm so excited.  My first day is tomorrow.  I'm a little nervous, cause it's been a while since I've been in a class class, you know?  Eh, anyway, it's syllabus day.  Hopefully we won't have to go around the room and introduce ourselves.  I HATE that.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112538497505947493?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112538497505947493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112538497505947493&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112538497505947493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112538497505947493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-day-of-school-again.html' title='First day of school.  Again.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112493498275754695</id><published>2005-08-24T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T22:42:40.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I please sit down??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/610/1600/RF21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/610/400/RF2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ralph Fiennes Matt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I haven't slept more than one night in my own bed in weeks.  Between going to madison, up to eric's, back here to work, I haven't had a moment to myself in ages.  I'm so exhausted.  I got to catch up on blogs tonight, and actually watch a little law and order.  Eric is all moved into his new apartment.  It's very nice and I get to decorate, so I'm happy.  His mom showed up at 8am the other morning... I could've done without that, but you know... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brother and sister are back from camp, and C started school today since he's a freshman, and T goes back tomorrow.  I got her the cutest outfit for her first day back as a junior, from Urban Outfitters.  She's so damn tiny, she actually fits their clothes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a mini reunion on tues. with two of my uncles, and my aunt, and some cousin's of my mother's that all came up to Madison and we had a really nice day.  It was good to see them, and we had fun talking about my grandparents (both of whom are gone) and other family peoples and whatnot.  Plus, there was lots of good food:)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet mother, more SVU and then a CI.  Hooray USA!  Ok, anyway, tomorrow I actually have a day off.  I get to run errands, Woohoo!  However, it will be nice to not have to drive anywhere longer than a few minutes away.  Thank goodness.  Alrighty, it's time to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and M&amp;L, I got your thank you.  Thanks:)  Later taters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112493498275754695?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112493498275754695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112493498275754695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112493498275754695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112493498275754695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/08/can-i-please-sit-down.html' title='Can I please sit down??'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112443339649788381</id><published>2005-08-18T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:36:36.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. My. God.</title><content type='html'>So, I've been waiting for the longest time to finish my current book, and have a time slot big enough to finish Harry Potter, and I got it.  Finally.  I read it last night, finished about 5:30 this morning, in absolute tears.  I won't say anything else in case I'm not the last person on the planet to have read it, but OMIGOD.  Seriously?  I felt a little ridiculous, but what a fucking amazing book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now comes the waiting.  Fuck you J.K. Rowling for putting us through this misery of waiting for the next one.  We all know they're already done, just SELL IT for fuck's sake!!!  My only appeasment being the movie coming out in November.  And even that is cutting it close.  I'd much rather read the 7th book.  However, I will stop the ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric moves into his new apartment this weekend, it's huge and nice, and I'm so happy.  He is too, of course.  Wootness.  Night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112443339649788381?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112443339649788381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112443339649788381&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112443339649788381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112443339649788381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh. My. God.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112407506309965827</id><published>2005-08-14T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:04:23.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Decadence</title><content type='html'>Every year, my best friend Lisa and I get together for Days of Decadence. Since she got married, and now lives in Georgia, we don't have a lot of time together.  And until this friday, I hadn't seen her since her wedding last September, so we've had this planned for a couple months now.  The downside is that I missed movie night again, and the very first one in B&amp;A's new place!  This made me very sad, however, I am hoping to get to another one very soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days of Decadence is rather self-explanatory.  Last year it was held down in Georgia and included the trying on and shopping for her wedding dress, along with lots of wine, even more champagne, several pounds of cake/brownie/chocolatey goodness.  There may have been some pie... Sappy girl movies, sleeping in, and crying about happy things, etc. And then we had shirts made.  Yes.  We're just that geeky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we had lots of wine.  LOTS.  And thus, a new experience, which was a very very sick Lisa.  Since we went to different schools, and were very good girls in highschool, this was new for me.  That was friday night.  Saturday we went to visit our friend Katie who works at a jewelry store, and she let us try on some of the most amazing diamond rings I've ever seen.  Hooray for sparkly things!!!  Then we all went out to dinner at a tasty new restaurant downtown, then out to an outdoor movie, which got cancelled.  Poo.  OOh, and we had icecream at our little hometown, open only in the summer, ice cream shack.  It was awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, that was my fabulous weekend.  And though she knew what was going on, my amazing manager scheduled me for this morning at 9:30.  Woo.  THat was fun, lemme tell you.  But it was an amazing weekend, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.  Hope everyone else had just as much fun this weekend:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112407506309965827?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112407506309965827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112407506309965827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112407506309965827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112407506309965827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/08/days-of-decadence.html' title='Days of Decadence'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112371940578029864</id><published>2005-08-10T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T19:37:58.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments abound...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this girl from high school came to the store the other day and she was always kinda snotty, so I tried to avoid her for the most part.  I didn't check her out, but she was up there at the same time as the lady I did check out who, as she was leaving was like, I just wanted to tell you that you have the softest, loveliest speaking voice!  Woohoo!  Take that Rixie.  (yes. her name is rixie) So it felt quite nice to get that nice compliment in front of her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I remembered that Hardee's has curly fries, and we just got a Hardee's.  So I went through the drive to pick some up, and this stoner-y tattooed (nice ink) boy at the window was like, "peace" and as I'm starting to drive away, he said something else, and I'm like what?  And he says, "YOu have a soft very kind voice!"  Where is all this coming from?  I mean, my voice has been the same for as long as I can remember.  Yes, it's always been relatively soft.  In highschool I got voted the most likely to become a phone sex operator.  However, I've never had complete strangers compliment me on my speaking voice before.  It was oddly satisfying.  Anyway, just thought I'd share:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFJ- The Teacher&lt;br /&gt;You scored 54% I to E, 10% N to S, 4% F to T, and 47% J to P!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Your type is known as the teacher, or the educating mentor. You also belong to the larger group, called idealists. You tend to bring out the best in other people. You lead without seeming to do so. People are naturally drawn to you. You expect the very best from people which takes the form of enthusiastic encouragement which is so charming that people try their best not to disappoint you. You share your personality type with 3% of the population.&lt;br /&gt;You need to feel a deep and meaningful connection to your romantic partners, and go to great lengths to understand and please your mate. Harmony is vitally important to you, and you often put others' needs before your own. You have a pretty thin skin and are easily hurt. Although you strive for harmony, when your values or ethics are violated, you can be very emotional, confrontational, and even punishing. However, you are very insightful about the underlying cause of conflicts, and an excellent communicator, so you have the tools to bring about a quick and peaceful resolution as long as you can keep control of your facilities. You want to be appreciated for your thoughtfulness and compassion. You need your partner to make a real effort to get to know you. Above all, you need to be able to express your feelings and have them taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Your group summary: idealists (NF) &lt;br /&gt;Your type summary: ENFJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112371940578029864?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112371940578029864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112371940578029864&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112371940578029864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112371940578029864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/08/compliments-abound.html' title='Compliments abound...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112356417324167214</id><published>2005-08-08T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:09:33.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY PEople!</title><content type='html'>What is all this shit about not drinking alone.  I say, highly overrated crap.  Drinking alone is A+ok with me.  I"m not saying all the time, I"M not saying all the time. I said that already, but seriously, every once in a while, is GOOD for the soul.  My boyfriend had to go home today, i had a long day at work, my friend punked out on me, and i was angry, and now i'm drunk and ahppy, and did you know that wine from 95 is still ok? the cork crumbles when you open it, but hte wine is stil really good.  THere's a WHOLE basement FULL.  AMen for weddings.  Headbanging to the Coq Rock KFC commercials not a good idea.  Justfor the record.  SO back to the drinking alone.  You can talk to yourself outloud. you can say things you wouldn't normally say to people, but really need to be said, and yo ucan do something else. I lost my train of thought. Choo choo!  train.  I'm so funny.  Nellie thinks so, she told me. I think sh told me.I think.  You all should comment cause i need more comments.  L, M, SB (the b satnds for bear if that helps) and B&amp;A, and all the bald one:)  Let's here it peopels.  Hear.  Sorry.  your task, shuold you choocse to accept it, is to get college drunk this week.  I highly recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112356417324167214?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112356417324167214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112356417324167214&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112356417324167214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112356417324167214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/08/hey-people.html' title='HEY PEople!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112347573465163622</id><published>2005-08-07T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:35:34.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times...</title><content type='html'>So, quick wedding post.  Mom and dad MISSED the wedding.  Apparently she thought it was at 4, and it was really at 1:30.  Eric and I were there of course.  They did make it for the reception however, and things went famously.  They got along very well with Eric, and my dad seemed to like him, which is a good thing.  Wedding was nice, short ceremony, nice reception, nothing too fancy.  The cake was good.  Promised Zoe I'd do the chicken dance with her, which I did.  Then it was time for her to go home to bed with the babysitter, and we headed out as well.  We did get some cute pictures of us. Such as.... (bear with me, I've never done this before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/610/1600/E%26K%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/610/320/E%26K%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're the first pictures we actually have of us together, so that's quite nice:) Anyway, tomorrow Eric and I both have to work, so I'll be getting back to him since it's our last night after a whole weekend together, which has been SO fabulous. And I do believe that last sentence wasn't actually a complete sentence, I'm pretty sure it's a very long fragment.  Anyway, off I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112347573465163622?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112347573465163622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112347573465163622&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112347573465163622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112347573465163622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-times.html' title='Good times...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112330180027367864</id><published>2005-08-05T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T21:16:40.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post.</title><content type='html'>So, tomorrow we have a wedding to go to, as well as it being the first time Eric is going to meet my family.  I'm hoping everything goes well, as I'm sure it will.  It'll be a relatively laid back situation.  So perhaps I'll have something more exciting to relay after this weekend.  I've gotten lost in anything I was going to type as I'm watching Monk.  He's so my dad.  Gotta love the OCD'ness.  Alrighty, off I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112330180027367864?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112330180027367864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112330180027367864&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112330180027367864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112330180027367864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/08/post.html' title='Post.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112277792993732572</id><published>2005-07-30T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T19:45:29.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the leaves of change</title><content type='html'>I used to think that if things changed, I wouldn't be able to adapt, that I'd hate it, and that certain people would be my friends forever.  I find, as I've gotten older, that this is not the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I revel in the change, I seem I can adapt relatively well, and I find the people I thought would always be a part of me, are not, and people I never thought I'd be close to, are people I can't picture my life without.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are not necessarily the people I talk to on a daily basis, or who I e-mail all the time.  Those are important as well, but I realize that it's those who I can go months without talking to, who, within a single sentence, can show me how much they love me, and care about me that hold special places in my heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the friends I can be completely honest with no matter what, that surprise me.  Not that they exist, but who they are.  I don't know if that makes sense.  I just seem to have come to certain realizations over the past fews days.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old, I think too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112277792993732572?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112277792993732572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112277792993732572&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112277792993732572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112277792993732572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/07/leaves-of-change.html' title='the leaves of change'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112261086296850629</id><published>2005-07-28T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:21:02.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Mother! pt. 2</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I just found $260 hidden in a part of my wallet, and an Old Navy gift card in my old wallet from London which has $25 on it.  Can we say, WoOt?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112261086296850629?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112261086296850629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112261086296850629&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112261086296850629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112261086296850629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/07/holy-mother-pt-2.html' title='Holy Mother! pt. 2'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112259778650090477</id><published>2005-07-28T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T17:43:06.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy mother...</title><content type='html'>I've just spent the last 2 hours catching up with everyone's blogs.  Insanity I tell you!  S, who rarely posts, went from nothing in weeks to about 3 or 4 posts since tuesday apparently.  SM, posted another 3 or 4, and Z's brilliant suggestion of question master/mistress and its responses took up a good chunk of time.  I'm not complaining about any of this, for the record.  I thought it was awesome.  I just never thought being away from the net for one day would result in this much!!  I wish I had something fabulous to talk about, however, not so much here.  I have a wedding next weekend, and... yeah.  That's really about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112259778650090477?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112259778650090477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112259778650090477&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112259778650090477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112259778650090477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/07/holy-mother.html' title='Holy mother...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112235133545040829</id><published>2005-07-25T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T21:15:35.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go me!</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up, felt crappy, so I decided to exercise, 2.1 miles.  And I remembered to eat dinner before I went to work.  I feel very proud of myself.  And I wrote the kids more letters to camp.  And um... that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112235133545040829?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112235133545040829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112235133545040829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112235133545040829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112235133545040829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/07/go-me.html' title='Go me!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112218558474120732</id><published>2005-07-23T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:13:04.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye birdie...</title><content type='html'>What's that flapping about in my pool, you ask?  Why, it's a baby robin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the poor little fella somehow found himself in my pool and was promptly rescued by yours truly with my trusty skimmer.  SO what does one do with a robin fledging with no nest in sight and no angry momma around?  Take him to the bird lady in Pecatonica of course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had several other bird babies, a bunch of them being robins, so my little guy hopped right in and made some friends.  In the kitchen, it was feeding time for the still very pink tiny baby squirrels and 2 baby bunnies.  I got to feed them!  They were soooo adorable.  She also had an older squirrel who took up residence on my shoulders while I was there.  She seemed to like my hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all happened between 6-9pm, so I didn't exactly spend the entire day curled up with my book, but it was definitely a good day, nonetheless.  And it felt pretty good to save the baby:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else is having a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112218558474120732?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112218558474120732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112218558474120732&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112218558474120732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112218558474120732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/07/bye-bye-birdie.html' title='Bye bye birdie...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112214711541136730</id><published>2005-07-23T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T12:31:55.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain....stay here!</title><content type='html'>It rained all morning, work called and told me not to come in, and it's actually cooling down, which means I get to spend a fabulous day in bed with a book.  I haven't done that in the longest time.  Hope everyone else is having a fantastic weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112214711541136730?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112214711541136730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112214711541136730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112214711541136730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112214711541136730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/07/rain-rainstay-here.html' title='Rain rain....stay here!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112197587528278042</id><published>2005-07-21T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T12:57:55.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact Checking...</title><content type='html'>Multiple orgasms do exist.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           ever.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112197587528278042?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112197587528278042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112197587528278042&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112197587528278042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112197587528278042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/07/fact-checking.html' title='Fact Checking...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112173921355070745</id><published>2005-07-18T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:13:33.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So that happened...</title><content type='html'>But here's the kicker...   So I'm sitting in my bed, watching tv, talking to eric on the phone, when something starts to crackle outside, this of course, is followed by an enormously scary and very loud thud directly over my head.  So I tell Eric I think a tree just fell on my roof, and I run outside.  Sure enough, the neighbours have come running, Cristina comes screaming out, and there, on the ground, is a tree limb.  Not just any tree limb, but a healthy HUGE fucking limb, buried in the dirt from falling so hard after it bounced off my roof, the one directly above my head.  Have I mentioned it hasn't stormed here in days nor has it been even remotely windy today?  Yeah.  So I'm really glad this house is built like a fortress and I didn't get squashed.  My heart is still pounding pretty hard, and I'm real shaky, but other than that, I'm ok.  Just thought I'd share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112173921355070745?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112173921355070745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112173921355070745&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112173921355070745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112173921355070745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-that-happened_18.html' title='So that happened...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112164609657382971</id><published>2005-07-17T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:21:36.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive!</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been a bit.  I've been working lots and had some family stuff, babysitting the nieces, birthday parties, etc. that've been taking up my time.  I had the nicest dinner tonight, a kickass blackbean southwestern salad from beef a roo, and onion rings.  YUM.  I got to talk to Natalya the other day, which rocked.  I miss that little kiwi.  It's disgustingly hot here today, 97, and our air is on so high, i'm freezing.  Boo hiss.  Oooh, heads up, I'm gonna have to get rid of my current e-mail address, so I'll be sending out an e-mail with my new one.  So, keep your eyes out, and if you don't get one, let me know in the chat box.  Much love peoples, stay cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112164609657382971?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112164609657382971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112164609657382971&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112164609657382971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112164609657382971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112122814308301628</id><published>2005-07-12T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:15:43.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesty goodness</title><content type='html'>Eric officially filled out all the paperwork for the new apartment today, so he should be able to move in mid-august when the other people move out.  Which means, I get to play house:)  To those of you who know me, my being excited by this shouldn't come as any surprise.  I even bought a kitschy (sp?) little thing (ok, it's not so little....) for the new place tonight at work.  Working at Hallmark is evil... I mean, I love it, lots and lots, but with my discount, it's soooo hard not to spend all my money there... especially when I work the closing shift, which I did tonight, cause there's nothing else to do but shop... I just got real tired all of the sudden... Nigh-night kiddies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112122814308301628?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112122814308301628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112122814308301628&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112122814308301628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112122814308301628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/07/nesty-goodness.html' title='Nesty goodness'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112079786729690109</id><published>2005-07-07T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:44:27.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada</title><content type='html'>I have nothing new to report, but I like to post.  I WILL POST GODDAMNIT!  Love my posts!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112079786729690109?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112079786729690109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112079786729690109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112079786729690109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112079786729690109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/07/nada.html' title='Nada'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112058613000911418</id><published>2005-07-05T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T10:55:30.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so that happened...</title><content type='html'>It's 12:51, and I work from 1-5, so why am I online do you ask?  Because, I work on the 6th, and oddly enough, it's the 5th.  YAY!  I did wake up early, and shower, and get ready for work before I noticed this fact, but at least I didn't go all the way to work:)  So now, I get to be a bum for one more day and perhaps, more than likely, take a nap.  That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112058613000911418?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112058613000911418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112058613000911418&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112058613000911418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112058613000911418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-that-happened.html' title='so that happened...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112024831190759793</id><published>2005-07-01T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T13:05:11.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias, merci, danke, xie xie</title><content type='html'>Thank you to all the lovelies who came out last night for dinner and drinks and to meet Eric.  He really had a great time.  I know he doesn't talk much, he's quite shy, but he thought you were all very nice.  I'm glad he got a chance to meet some of the people I care about:)  We'll have to organize a weekend or something for people to come out and swim since it's been so hot.  Though today, it's quite nice here.  Which is odd... It's not humid, there's a breeze, maybe mid 70's.  Gorgeousness.  Hope it's as nice for everyone else!  B&amp;A make sure you post pics of the newest member of your family!  Again, thanks to everyone for making him feel welcome.  It means a lot to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112024831190759793?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112024831190759793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112024831190759793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112024831190759793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112024831190759793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/07/gracias-merci-danke-xie-xie.html' title='Gracias, merci, danke, xie xie'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112012141859016563</id><published>2005-06-30T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T01:50:18.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tastiness</title><content type='html'>Oooh, lookit my sexy man!!!!&lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/londonjuniebug/album?.dir=600d&amp;.src=ph&amp;amp;store=&amp;prodid=&amp;amp;.done=http%3a//pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/londonjuniebug/my_photos"&gt;Yahoo! Photos - Eric&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112012141859016563?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112012141859016563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112012141859016563&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112012141859016563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112012141859016563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/06/tastiness.html' title='tastiness'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-112002358595925791</id><published>2005-06-28T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T22:39:45.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woot woot</title><content type='html'>Ok before the wootness, just a snippy note.  My dad apparently came and went today, and not only did he not come see that I'd done all those fucking boxes, he forgot the phone for my uncle that he was supposed to pick up and take home to my mom (i had to program it for them).  On to the wootness.  Eric got work off tomorrow, so he came up tonight instead, so I get him until friday night!  Yay!  We're so looking forward to thurs. though.  It's gonna be so much fun!  6 o'clock at Denali's if anyone else would like to join us.  I just didn't want people to feel obligated to come since it's weeknight.  Anyway, much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-112002358595925791?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/112002358595925791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=112002358595925791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112002358595925791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/112002358595925791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/06/woot-woot_29.html' title='woot woot'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111994710938522851</id><published>2005-06-28T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T01:25:09.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE!</title><content type='html'>I have spent the last 5 or so hours transferring my massive quantities of crap from cardboard boxes to clear ones.  The strongly suggested deadline being to be done when my dad comes home tomorrow.  Done and Done.  So now I can sleep easy.   I just thought you should know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111994710938522851?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111994710938522851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111994710938522851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111994710938522851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111994710938522851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/06/done.html' title='DONE!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111992573908808552</id><published>2005-06-27T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T19:29:11.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/londonjuniebug/album?.dir=73c2&amp;.src=ph&amp;amp;store=&amp;prodid=&amp;amp;.done=http%3a//photos.yahoo.com/ph//my_photos"&gt;Yahoo! Photos - Matt&amp;amp;Liz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried again, and here they are! Ok, so I also have several movie clips featuring, Amici, the tri-hi, and the sweetheart song, let me know if anyone would like them, cause I'll have to send them, seeing as how I barely know how to post pictures, apparently, let alone movie clips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111992573908808552?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111992573908808552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111992573908808552&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111992573908808552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111992573908808552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111992485483365324</id><published>2005-06-27T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T19:18:09.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you thank you thank you!</title><content type='html'>My amazing princess nellie belly came over today and fix-ed my webpage!! Look how snazzy I am now:) I have a mood box, which she got the EXACT colour of my background, buy her drinks, this was not an easy task. I also have a beautiful shout box, so SHOUT already! I even have a blog counter, so I'll know if you're visiting me to show me the love I so clearly deserve:) LOL Ahahahahaha. Kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOh, a CSI Miami I haven't seen... kick ass. I also still haven't exactly starting putting my stuff from London away yet. But I will, honest. I found my pint glasses! So that was exciting. We (the princess and I) also made cookies, and I posted my pictures from Matt and Liz's wedding finally. Sorry it took so long. I'm easily distracted.  Which I just tried to insert, and the address was too long, and screwed up my layout...so you'll have to wait a few more days.  I'm sure you can handle it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show some love for the new site my lovelies!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111992485483365324?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111992485483365324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111992485483365324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111992485483365324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111992485483365324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/06/thank-you-thank-you-thank-you.html' title='Thank you thank you thank you!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111983833585782582</id><published>2005-06-26T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T19:12:16.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow is another day....</title><content type='html'>...and thank goodness cause this one kinda sucked.  It wasn't all bad, mind you, but it could've been better.  Today my mom decided to call and remind me that what I do isn't good enough, and that I'm a disappointment.  Love days like that... Needless to say I cried a whole lot this morning, and then had to go to work.  Which as we all know (if you read yesterday's post) I was not looking forward to.  However, one of my mom's largest complaints was that she had told me to get "a full-time job", which, for the record, isn't true. She said, get a job. I got one.  Which a few weeks ago, she wanted me to call in one day, cause it didn't work with what she wanted me to do.  Now, apparently she's not satisfied with the amount of hours I'm working.  (MAKE UP YOUR MIND!) However, my manager, who yesterday was apparently a different person, was fabulous and so supportive and sweet, and told me she'd give me a bunch more hours, and even said she'd call my mom for me!:) So it wasn't too bad.  Then when I got home, Eric called to tell me to keep my head up and not to listen to my parents, and that he loves me.  That kinda perked me up.  AND, princess nellie belly is coming over tomorrow to do fun things with me on the computer.  I also have to go through all my London shit and box it up.  But I'm gonna try to do most of it tonight...so we can have fun tomorrow and lay around the pool after we do computer stuffs.  I've lost complete track of everything cause Nellie and I are watching Bridezillas.  Tee Hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111983833585782582?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111983833585782582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111983833585782582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111983833585782582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111983833585782582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/06/tomorrow-is-another-day.html' title='tomorrow is another day....'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111976695433438955</id><published>2005-06-25T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:22:34.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yet again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;...it's a saturday night, and I'm doing nothing of significance, let alone fun.  I worked today, and the oh-so fabulous owners haven't turned the air down enough, so really, it just blows around kinda warm/coolish air, every once in a while.  Well when it's over 100, and we've got, gee, i dunno, FIFTEEN MILLION FUCKING LIGHTS, it gets a bit warm.  So when I suggested to the manager that we turn down the thermostat ourselves, she told me any employee who touches it, gets fired.  Neat.  So we'll just sweat lots and drip all over the pretty cards.  I'm a teensy bit bitter today.  Not to mention she had previously yelled at me in front of customers for not doing something she'd forgotten to tell me was allowed, among other things, none of which I'd actually done.  And tomorrow, I get to work with her again.  Just the two of us.  Woot.  However, I came home and my fantastically sweet boyfriend called and cheered me up.  He's closing tonight, so he won't be home until super late, so I have to go to bed without him:(  It's storming out, which you'd think would cool things off, but don't be silly, it's just making it muggier and sticky, and gross-er.  I started this post out ready to rant, but have slowly been drawn into futurama/Parenthood and thus, run out of steam.  I'm sure I'll have more to bitch about tomorrow.  Though my shift is shorter, and (i just gleaked on my phone...hehehe) I'm hoping it won't be crazy busy.  I just looked up how to spell that, gleak/gleek that is.  I think it's actually supposed to be gleek.  I'm just that big of a dork.  Agh.  Time for bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111976695433438955?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111976695433438955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111976695433438955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111976695433438955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111976695433438955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/06/yet-again.html' title='yet again...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111963735811027273</id><published>2005-06-24T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:22:38.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my bed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;...lies a mostly naked man wearing pineapple boxers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111963735811027273?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111963735811027273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111963735811027273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111963735811027273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111963735811027273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-my-bed.html' title='In my bed...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111949656096600418</id><published>2005-06-22T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:16:00.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fishy goodness....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I, my darling devoted readers, have been craving sushi for weeks.  I  haven't had any since before my surgery, so we're talking beginning of April here.  For those of you who know me well,  know that's a damn long time for me to go without sushi.  However, with everyone gone, there's been no one to go to jmk's with me.  BUT!  Today I had the glorious epiphany, that I can call in an order and pick it up.  Which I did, with relish.  (the adjective, not the condiment)  Now my belly is currently full of spicy tuna and dragon rolls... YUM.  Oooh, and salad with that ginger dressing that rocks my socks off...  What else?  Spent a few days at Eric's it was good stuff.  Got a bit sick last night, and I haven't been feeling the best today, but it wasn't terrible, just coughing a lot, which is in turn, making my belly hurt.  I got the cutest jar today at work.  They're little ones with sayings on them with cork in the top to put money in for a rainy day or whatnot, mine says "Frog Kisses"  I already found my prince (insert deep groan) but it was so super cute, I had to get it.  Tomorrow, I'm gonna sit out by the pool and soak in the gloriousness of the hellish heat that is the midwestern summer...  *****THIS JUST IN*****  I have work off from the 30th-6th, which  means, Wildcat, I'll be able to get together thurs, and it also means that Butterclup will be here for the weekend and maybe longer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  WOOT WOOT!  I miss her SO much and it'll be fabulous to see her again!  Life is good my friends... life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111949656096600418?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111949656096600418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111949656096600418&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111949656096600418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111949656096600418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/06/fishy-goodness.html' title='fishy goodness....'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111906971785400570</id><published>2005-06-17T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T21:41:57.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweet life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went shopping with my baby today and got him all kinds of organizational stuffs for his room, and some furniture dealies for his tv and whatnot.  The other day we got him new bedding for his new bed, he's cleaned out his room and things are actually getting to be relatively girl-friendly here.  Woot woot!  I'm all kinds of excited.  Plus, I was supposed to be here (I'm at Eric's if you haven't gathered as much) from Tues-thurs. and then work, but I didn't end up having to work, and I don't again until tomorrow, SO, I got two extra days!  It's been so nice.  We have a cozy bed, and go out to dinner, and watch movies, and by home-type stuff.  It feels like we've been together so much longer than we have, which scares me to a point, but everything just seems to be fitting together so perfectly, I'm trying not to be a cynic again and just go with it.  I feel a bit badly that I can't seem to post about anything else lately, but really, screw that, I'm happy!  He's currently on the floor surrounded by wooden pieces and screws, and doing a damn good job being manly and putting shit together.  He looks damn good with a tool in his hand.... heh heh.  Tomorrow after work I'll be going up to Madison until Monday to spend Father's Day with my dad, and the rest of my family.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;People should call me.  I miss them.   Lots:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111906971785400570?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111906971785400570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111906971785400570&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111906971785400570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111906971785400570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/06/sweet-life.html' title='The sweet life...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111872908287048183</id><published>2005-06-13T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T23:04:42.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gushing...</title><content type='html'>my baby is so good to me... He just called to say goodnight and tell me he loves me:)  I get to see him tomorrow until thurs. afternoon-ish cause I have to work 3-7.  At least this time I won't have to rush back.  Last week the alarm may have perhaps not gone off... and I might have had to run outta there real damn quick to book it home in order to get to work on time.  However, this week, we have a couple more hours of leeway, so I should be ok.  I just hope work goes quickly tomorrow.  It usually does when I get to see Eric afterwards:)  I'm so sappy, I know.  "I" wants us to go out with him at some point, which would be really nice.  Maybe I can ease him in one crowd at a time, like, "I", N, A&amp;B, then maybe Murphys... and eventually the rest.  I'm rambling.  I really want him to meet everyone, I just think he's so fantastical.  I'll stop, really I will.  Ok, love you all.  I need sleep....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111872908287048183?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111872908287048183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111872908287048183&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111872908287048183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111872908287048183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/06/gushing.html' title='gushing...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111855343300378345</id><published>2005-06-11T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:17:13.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;saturday, right?  I keep getting confused.  I worked Wed. then went straight up to Eric's until Friday morning when I had to work again, and someone said "have a good weekend" and I was like, oh yeah... it's Friday... I felt like I'd just had my weekend, thus the confusion.  So, I kinda feel like I have two weekends.  Though this doesn't feel like much of one.  It's a saturday night and I've got a whole lotta nothing to do.  I watched a bizarre movie called Taking Lives with my parents.  It's got Angelina Jolie and Ethan Hawke, and it kinda sucked.  And then I did. um. this.  There's no one online, cause it's well, saturday night, and from reading N's post, I'm guessing last night or tonight was/is K&amp;B's house-cooling party that they kept telling me they'd let me know what day it was.  Or not, I guess.  I hope they have a safe trip to Hawaii, and that everything goes smoothly.  I'll miss that little Monkey...                           In other news, things with Eric are going splendidly...  His friends and family that I've met seem to like me, or so I'm told.  He met my Aunt and Uncle as well, and they love him, so that's a good sign.  I'm all kinds of happy:)  Hope everyone is doing well.  Night night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111855343300378345?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111855343300378345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111855343300378345&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111855343300378345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111855343300378345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-is.html' title='today is...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111794262614579495</id><published>2005-06-04T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T20:37:06.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woot woot!</title><content type='html'>So, I had a fabulous friday/saturday...Most of which isn't publishable, but lemme tell ya, I am a happy. happy. happy girl.  And then today, I found my MP3player, which was previously unaccounted for, and magically, it doesn't work.  The little dial thingy is pushed in, and until I tried to wedge it open to pull it out, it wouldn't even charge.  However, now it's charging, but the dial thing is completely non-functional.  Looks like I'll me making a trip to best buy tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spent the majority of today at my niece's dance recital.  They only do it every 2 years, and it's THREE HOURS LONG, NO INTERMISSION.  I love her, I do, and her 2 min. dance was lovely.  But the other 2 hrs and 58 min. were sooo awful.  We had to be there about a half an hour early, then the 3 hours of dancy crap, and then we drove half an hour to get to a chili's, then waited another half an hour to sit down (even thought I did the whole call ahead thing), and then took forever to get the food, etc.  Needless to say, I left for this thing at noon, and got home at half 9 tonight.  This is all, of course, after getting up at 9 after about 2 hours of....interrupted....sleep, waking up and driving 2 hours home to get back here in time to leave for the dancy deal.  So now, I'm a little sleepy, but I"ll be waiting up for my tasty dish to get home from work, and then perhaps I'll get some actual rest.  Or not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111794262614579495?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111794262614579495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111794262614579495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111794262614579495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111794262614579495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/06/woot-woot.html' title='woot woot!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111776809153439300</id><published>2005-06-02T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:08:11.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sappy happy girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So... I've kinda been spending time, talking to, etc. this boy...  His name is Eric... He lives in the same town as my aunt and uncle.  He's about my height...has curly curly dark hair, brown eyes, a dimpled chin, a fantastic smile... AND HE'S MY BOYFRIEND!  I'm a huge dork, I know.  I went to spend the day with him today, and brought a blanket, and we drove to a park,  sat in the grass beside the river and held hands and cuddled and smooched a bit, so we decided to make it official, whatever that may mean.  I haven't had a 'boyfriend' since I was 21, and those of you who know the story know it was not a pleasant experience.  This one, however, I have quite a good feeling about.  Being with him makes me feel whole.  I'm corny, I know, shut up.  Seriously, we're disgustingly cute.  I get to see him tomorrow for my friend Amy's birthday (she dates my cousin Saul) and I can't wait.  I'm gonna stop being mushy now... YAY ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111776809153439300?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111776809153439300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111776809153439300&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111776809153439300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111776809153439300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/06/sappy-happy-girl.html' title='Sappy happy girl...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111742627040602788</id><published>2005-05-29T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:11:10.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Weekend Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am exhausted.  This weekend was wonderful and emotional and so many many things.  I feel so completely drained, but in an oddly fulfilled way, if that makes any sense.  However, I know what it means, and that's what matters...LOL  Liz looked so amazingly beautiful, and Matt just looks so very handsome in a suit.  There were so many people I hadn't seen in years, and people that I'd heard the names but couldn't quite fit the faces...  I finally found out who Sean was, and Pete, who are both lovely.  Not to mention the lovely ladies who were also in attendance.  It made me so happy to see so many of my friends looking so.... I don't know, satisfied?  Eh, ya'll have some hot girlfriends.   That works better.  OOh, or fiancees as the case may be, (congrats C&amp;J!!!)  I got some great photos, and even better video clips, which will hopefully be posted and linked somewhere soon.... I hope you all had safe trips home.  I'll be conking out here real soon... or at least when the wedding buzz wears off:)  Love you all.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111742627040602788?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111742627040602788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111742627040602788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111742627040602788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111742627040602788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/05/wedding-weekend-extravaganza.html' title='Wedding Weekend Extravaganza'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111708734115856260</id><published>2005-05-25T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:02:21.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I got a job interview at Hallmark on Friday.  GO ME!  I'm excited.  And, this weekend is the much awaited wedding of the beautiful Liz and handsome Matt.  I can't wait!  I'll get to see loads of people that I haven't seen in ages, party lots, and see two of my favourite people get married...  Who could ask for more?  Ooh ooh, and I get a cute boy in my bed.  (i heart dan berheide.)  It's going to be a fantastical weekend...  AND i get to see my Wildcat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I BURN!  Omigod.  Seriously.  I'm so excited.  I've got my cute outfit, we got Nellie some rockin' duds... We are gonna be a roomful of hotties.  Everyone is gonna be SO jealous.... ;)  OK, it's late and I'm rambling.  I was so tired earlier and now I'm all kinds of worked up for some reason.  clickity clickity.  Alrighty, that would be the signal it's time for me to stop...  LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111708734115856260?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111708734115856260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111708734115856260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111708734115856260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111708734115856260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/05/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111630252348123814</id><published>2005-05-16T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:02:03.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>umm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really wish I had something exciting to say.  Went to Beloit's graduation on Sunday.  The speaker was awful, and it was wicked cold, but at least it was outside.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm excited about the wedding, and seeing everyone again, especially all the people who don't make it back for the reunions.  Omigod, this is so lame.  Ya'll don't want to hear this.  As I'm equally sure you're desperate to know I made really tasty egg salad today.  ACk.  Ok, enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111630252348123814?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111630252348123814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111630252348123814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111630252348123814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111630252348123814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/05/umm.html' title='umm....'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111423106322915993</id><published>2005-04-22T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T21:37:43.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outta here</title><content type='html'>My surgery went well.  I'm heading to key west with my mom for a couple weeks starting tuesday to recoop fully.  I'll miss everyone, but I'll see people at Matt and Liz's in a few weeks!  Just wanted to keep ya'll posted.  Much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111423106322915993?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111423106322915993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111423106322915993&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111423106322915993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111423106322915993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/04/outta-here.html' title='outta here'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111284920693587934</id><published>2005-04-06T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:46:46.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well this marks the end of the fist day of my liquid diet.  For those of you who don't know, I'll be having some surgery in a couple weeks, two to be exact, and it requires a liquid diet for the 2 weeks prior.  It hasn't been a terrible day, but it also hasn't been fantastical.  They made tater tots for dinner and i love tater tots!!  OOh, but I did have a nother lovely converstation with my bootylicious Chicago lawyer.  I heart sex.  This colour is REALLY hard for me to see on a white background.  But I'm hoping it'll look nice against the green.  We'll see.  My apologies in advance if it looks crap.  However, lack of food kinda makes one's head hurt, thus I'm off to bed.  12 more days to go... Wish me luck!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111284920693587934?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111284920693587934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111284920693587934&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111284920693587934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111284920693587934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-this-marks-end-of-fist-day-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111243128635710101</id><published>2005-04-02T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T00:50:31.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;So I come to you from Jimmy's computer because my purse is in Peter's room as are my keys, and Peter is apparently in Blue house being ornery about breaking up with his MAN. So, I be's stuck. However it was quite an amusing April Fool's. It's a long story, and comes with photographic evidence, but as far as Shane will be concerned when he next opens his e-mail, I'm pregnant, and it's Jimmy's. Hooray for vicious jokes to be played on our loved ones! However, I've had sexual invitations 3 times in the past 2 days, and I'm beginning to wonder if there's something up with the moon. Any ideas anyone?:) It's starting to freak me out a bit. It's almost 3am, and I'm tired and too old for this... Blast you Peter and your homosexual drama!!! At least the troops have been sent out to track down his keys. Night all, much love, and let me know about any april fools jokes that you played or had played:)&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/8760479-111243128635710101?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111243128635710101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111243128635710101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111243128635710101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111243128635710101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/04/jokes-on.html' title='Jokes on...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-111225325640577827</id><published>2005-03-30T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T23:14:16.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Good evening ladies and gentlemen.  it is currently 1:09am on Wed. night and I'm the crappiest blogger ever.  I'm so bad at keeping this thing updated.  However, I got a bootie call-ish from my old hookup, who happens to be REAL pretty, and it made me happy and feel like sharing.  He moved from Chicago to New York and just moved back.  Hooray!  Ok, aside from that, things are crappy.  However, this made it all better, so right now i just don't give a flying...HOORAY FOR SEX!!  I wish I was actually having some rather than just the promise of some in the future...Ah well, beggars can't be choosers.  Ok, time for me to sleep.  Aren't you SO glad you checked back in?  I knew you were all dying to read this very important information....  NIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-111225325640577827?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/111225325640577827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=111225325640577827&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111225325640577827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/111225325640577827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-suck.html' title='I suck.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-110971500942878961</id><published>2005-03-01T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T14:10:09.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>productivity reigns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm feeling uber productive.  I'm reorganizing my little house dealy, I got a new computer and it's all set up and SOOOO pretty.  More about that later... I got a tv that works into my room, I'll be setting up my new closet in a box later, and a shoe rack, and I vaccuumed, and called in a refill on my prescription.  Ooh, and I got up relatively early (for me).  Hooray for me!  Let's see, what else... Um...Ooh, and I ordered rugs for my room and the living room, and slippers.  Cause the hardwood floors collect so much dust and grit and it gets on my feet and it's icky.  And the slippers I bought like LAST WEEK, already have fallen apart.  I was not a happy camper.  But all will be well.  They're supposed to get here tomorrow.  I had a tasty ass dinner last night at Fuddruckers... that place rocks.  I highly recommend it.  Ok, so my short break from getting stuff done has stretched into an hour, so perhaps I should get back to it... Sorry I've been crap at keeping this updated, but it happens.  Ooh, and my new computer is the new HP photosmart media center.  it's SWEET.  It has a remote and everything!!!  I'm excited.  Later taters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-110971500942878961?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/110971500942878961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=110971500942878961&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/110971500942878961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/110971500942878961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/03/productivity-reigns.html' title='productivity reigns...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-110781469613970390</id><published>2005-02-07T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T14:18:16.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>total and utter elation</title><content type='html'>For those of you that don't know, who read this, and for Nellie, who does know, I was in London this past year, and absolutely hated it.  I didn't really like the program I was in, and the city made me scarily depressed.  So I completed the course without taking the exam because you have to have a certain number of practical study hours to take the exam, which I was behind on.  Sooo.... I was supposed to be going back in March to finish those hours and take the exam, something I was absolutely dreading.  So a lot of my time here at home as been spent being terrified of having to go back and being all sad and crazy again, and doing a program that would certify me to do something I don't even want to do.  I tried telling my parents this, but my mom wanted me to finish, because she thought I'd at least feel better if I accomplished something by completing it.  Well, that's all fine and dandy, but it's not cheap to live in London.  So this morning my mom woke me up, curled up in bed with me and told me I didn't have to go back.  I've never been so happy in all my life.  I get to stay here, finish up my last stupid credit that Beloit screwed me out of, and get on with my life.  I'm so completely happy... I just wanted to share the news.  Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-110781469613970390?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/110781469613970390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=110781469613970390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/110781469613970390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/110781469613970390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/02/total-and-utter-elation.html' title='total and utter elation'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-110711623823319850</id><published>2005-01-30T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T12:17:18.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so that happened...</title><content type='html'>So last night I went to PKP for a 'beach party'.  As many of you know, the house currently sucks some serious ass.  Last night was no exception.  The party was still on, but somehow had been turned into just a party, not a beach party.  So my pink capri pants and flip flops, not so much....  However, to add to that loveliness, there was no one there.  The people who worked security were turning the like 3 people who showed up sporatically away telling them it wasn't worth it.  So sad how things fade away...  However, this is not the point of my story.  Not that I really have one, I'm just ranting.  So with that, we travelled over to tke, where a couple of friends were playing hour of power, and had asked us to come hang out.  Now granted, pkp has never been a 'frat house' type of environment, but tke is a whole other story... We walked past so many rooms of drunk half nekid girls and bad music until we arrived at said room, which was filled with noneother than a bunch of half nekid girls and really bad music.  But to top it off, someone had out a beer bong.  One of the large furry frat boys decided to do one and the half nekid girls paused from their bouncing in order to shout encouragement.  Since our friends had disappeared, we chose this moment to exit.  And I realized... I am WAY too old for this shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we actually ended up in Spiff's room hanging out with people I hadn't seen for ages and having a lovely time.  We also decided to bring the O-Club back.  We'll see if we can get it back to its former glory, but with the current members of the household, I don't have too high of hopes, given the room was invaded at 1:30 by some very angry hippies who'd been playing some music in their rooms when George (wendt) decided rather than talking to them, he'd just call in a noise complaint to security.  Why are there people like this in frat houses?  1:30 on a sat. night...  Come ON.  Anyway, thus ends the story of my saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-110711623823319850?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/110711623823319850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=110711623823319850&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/110711623823319850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/110711623823319850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-that-happened.html' title='so that happened...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-110647988594104375</id><published>2005-01-23T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T03:31:25.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck this 5am shit.</title><content type='html'>This is ridiculous.  It's almost half five, and I can't sleep to save my life.  I could take something, but now it's too late and I don't want to sleep the entire day, and my parents are really getting sick of me sleeping in.  I wish there was a switch where you could just shut down your body like you can your computer.  I could use a sleep mode... Apparently my body only has one during daylight hours.  Being nocturnal doesn't leave a whole lot of career options open, and I'm rather partial to the sun.  To top it all off, I'm paranoid as hell that I've drugged my little sister.  She's narcoleptic and takes medication at night to help her reach REM sleep, but she's sick and has been coughing all night, and I gave her cough medicine about an hour ago.  She seems perfectly fine, however, the freak in me is afraid she'll drift into some sort of drug coma and it'll all be my fault.  So here I am, awake, listening for her to breathe.  I'm a complete nutso.  However, at least nobody really reads this often, and those who do on occasion, already know I'm crazy.  That's some comfort... I suppose.  Anybody wanna come over and play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little I used to turn on the lights in my closet and close the door behind me and play with my toys all night when I couldn't sleep.  You'd think by 25 I'd have grown out of that, but apparently not.  If only I had a big enough closet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-110647988594104375?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/110647988594104375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=110647988594104375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/110647988594104375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/110647988594104375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/01/fuck-this-5am-shit.html' title='fuck this 5am shit.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-110585708613965674</id><published>2005-01-15T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T22:31:26.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>um...cause i can</title><content type='html'>I don't really have anything of value to say, but I felt like rambling, so I am.  Went shopping with my little bro and sis today.  Christopher had NO clothes.  It was embarrassing to be out in public with him, so today we bought him a whole new wardrobe.  The kid looks fantastic.  I was quite pleased with the results.  Which by the way, I always type as resluts the first time I type it out.  It was almost my downfall in highschool during a huge project involving surveys that I had to turn in for my psych. class.  SURVEY RESLUTS.  Thank god for spell check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it is that I always type a title before I write my entry... When I write anything else, I usually write it, figure out a good name that would encompass the contents, and then title it.  However here, I always feel the need to give it a name and then adhere to comments falling into that topic.  Do you guys do that?  Title before you write, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thoughts.  Because, as my title states, I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-110585708613965674?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/110585708613965674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=110585708613965674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/110585708613965674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/110585708613965674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/01/umcause-i-can.html' title='um...cause i can'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760479.post-110541863472985708</id><published>2005-01-10T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T20:43:54.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hootie Who?</title><content type='html'>We have an owl.  It sits on our roof and hoots.  All. Night. Long.  Most of the rest of my family doesn't notice, but I'm on the third floor, and the roof has a ledge rather than a slope where my room is, so basically the owl is on my head.  I'm sure it's a magnificent animal and all that, but really, I wish it would just eat a mouse and move on.  Sadly, it doesn't seem like that will happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on a happier note, the few pictures I did manage to take in CO are up on my DevArt page, &lt;a href="http://karajunie.deviantart.com"&gt;http://karajunie.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt; in the section marked "Scraps", so feel free to go and take a look:)  You can see Joe playing video games, and Enloe looking like a hippie.  I know, new and exciting things, right?  Anyway, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8760479-110541863472985708?l=zoemonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/feeds/110541863472985708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8760479&amp;postID=110541863472985708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/110541863472985708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8760479/posts/default/110541863472985708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoemonster.blogspot.com/2005/01/hootie-who.html' title='Hootie Who?'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18173900761522225195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
