<?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-8828298465373560380</id><updated>2012-02-18T17:26:43.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and Donna was her name...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828298465373560380.post-2521687065874500597</id><published>2012-02-12T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T17:26:43.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions and Musings</title><content type='html'>1) 3d Ultrasound pictures of babies creep me out.&lt;div&gt;2) Sometimes I watch Dr. Phil to feel better about my life decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Last summer I jumped on the Sheepdogs bandwagon.  Heard they were on The Rolling Stone and without thinking about it, I instantly loved them and downloaded their album.   I now realize it was all hype and I don't really like the music all that much.  I'm just a indie hype whore I guess. Borderline hipster if you will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I really don't get Frank Zappa at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I waste too much time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Until 2 years ago, I really believed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neapolitan&lt;/span&gt;  ice cream (the strawberry/chocolate/vanilla combo) was named after that Famous French conquerer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) When I was 12, I thought I wanted to marry Tommy Puett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) When I was 14, I learned how to play the intro to Thunderstruck AND Enter Sandman on guitar to impress a guy. It was all in vain.  He went for big chested figure skaters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) I need spell check to spell the words their, believe and receive correctly.  The whole 'i before e rule'  is a complete farce if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-2521687065874500597?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/2521687065874500597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=2521687065874500597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2521687065874500597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2521687065874500597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2012/02/confessions-and-musings.html' title='Confessions and Musings'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-3642410839205053884</id><published>2011-11-26T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T16:33:46.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>numbers</title><content type='html'>3-half marathons I have ran&lt;div&gt;4-years I have been teaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;418-songs purchased on my computer after 1 year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5-online dating websites I have registered for (it's getting out of hand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-men I have met in 'real life' from online dating websites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32000-dollars I owe in student loans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6-towns/cities I have lived in since graduating from high school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5000-population of my hometown &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmases&lt;/span&gt; I have experienced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5-times I have been out of the country&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-brothers I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;88-number of people in my graduating high school class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-times I have been to Vegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-dogs I have had during childhood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-universities I have attended&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;87-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;face book&lt;/span&gt; friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;800-students at the school where I teach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6-provinces I have visited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21-years I have been playing guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16-years I have been running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-areas of my body that are currently injured due to running/walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0-cars I own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-cars I have written off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0-houses I have bought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0-kids I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roommates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-guitars I own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-glasses of wine consumed prior to writing this blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-apartments I have lived since moving to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Moncton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-fish I take care of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33-age of next birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-3642410839205053884?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/3642410839205053884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=3642410839205053884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3642410839205053884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3642410839205053884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2011/11/numbers.html' title='numbers'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-5261395926548448335</id><published>2011-10-23T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T16:22:39.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thoughts that Ran Through My Head While I Ran 21.1km</title><content type='html'>1st KM: &lt;i&gt;Why am I doing this again?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd KM: &lt;i&gt;I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd KM: &lt;i&gt;I must be 10km in by now&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th KM: &lt;i&gt;Run. Run. Run&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Run. Run. Run. Run.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th KM: &lt;i&gt;I am going to pass that skanky bitch in purple&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6th KM: &lt;i&gt;I feel like I am going to throw up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7th KM: I &lt;i&gt;wonder if that guy will let me borrow his bike&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th KM: &lt;i&gt;Thank God I didn't throw up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9th KM: T&lt;i&gt;hat skanky bitch in purple is trying to pass me! I'll show her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10th KM: &lt;b&gt;Voice 1&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;I am getting dizzy.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Voice 2:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Don't be a pussy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11th KM: &lt;i&gt;How much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck...&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12th KM: &lt;i&gt;I want something else. To get me through this...semi charmed kind of life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13th KM: &lt;i&gt;How many songs by Coldplay are on this F--king Ipod anyway?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14th KM: &lt;i&gt;The Mississippi Delta was shining like a national guitar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15th KM: &lt;i&gt;Onward to Dieppe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16th KM: &lt;i&gt;What's another 5.1 KM at this point anyway?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17th KM: D&lt;i&gt;eath Cab for Cutie? Really&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;b&gt;skip &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nick Drake? Not what I need to hear right now. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;skip &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bon Iver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buzzkill &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;skip &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fiest &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;skip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18th KM: &lt;i&gt;Childbirth can't be much worse than this...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19th KM: &lt;i&gt;Push!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20th KM: &lt;i&gt;I am going to make it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21st KM: &lt;i&gt;I did it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-5261395926548448335?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/5261395926548448335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=5261395926548448335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/5261395926548448335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/5261395926548448335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2011/10/thoughts-that-run-through-my-head-while.html' title='The Thoughts that Ran Through My Head While I Ran 21.1km'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-1537293795219685168</id><published>2011-10-22T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T15:32:22.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those Who Preach Confidence</title><content type='html'>What is with this whole idea about confidence?&lt;div&gt;People tell you all the time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;confidence...confidence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you need more confidence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you should be more confident...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confidence is sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confidence is the key to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's as if confidence can be easily attained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if it were as simple as going to the grocery store and buying it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should drink more milk.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should eat more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vegetables&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should have more confidence.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Excuse me, store employee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But where do you keep all the confidence?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there a confidence aisle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.  It is kept with self-image and self-worth and self-esteem is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the cost on this confidence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Honesty? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Modesty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Courtesy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Shyness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Awkwardness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Self-doubt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Imperfections?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Humbleness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Motivation to become a better person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow.  That's a high price to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll try to eat more vegetables instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-1537293795219685168?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/1537293795219685168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=1537293795219685168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/1537293795219685168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/1537293795219685168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2011/10/rant.html' title='For Those Who Preach Confidence'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-5208056111473413726</id><published>2011-10-10T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T10:05:40.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Today&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned off my radio and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;opened my window and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just listened to the sound of wind blowing through the trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-5208056111473413726?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/5208056111473413726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=5208056111473413726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/5208056111473413726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/5208056111473413726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2011/10/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-8613757264568156900</id><published>2011-09-11T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:30:21.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Online Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Headlines Decoded:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not looking for head games&lt;/i&gt;- This person gets roped into head games quite easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking for friends-&lt;/i&gt; This person is married&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking for a real man/woman&lt;/i&gt;- Not 100% sure but maybe they are sick of the blow-up doll under the bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't handle me!-&lt;/i&gt; Nobody can handle this person. Not exactly a positive thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello&lt;/i&gt;- This person might actually have a life and thus does not have much time to put thought into a headline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sick of drama&lt;/i&gt;- This person thrives on drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;FINAL FANTASY-&lt;/i&gt; This person lives in a video game like reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking to chat&lt;/i&gt;- This person is married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking for 'the one'-&lt;/i&gt; This person is looking to get laid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Checking this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;t- This person is married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;/i&gt;This person speaks in annoying acronyms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hooray for Boobies:&lt;/i&gt; This person is a '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boobie&lt;/span&gt; enthusiast'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pmeone&lt;/span&gt; who knows how too treat me&lt;/i&gt;- This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;persn&lt;/span&gt; wants &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;spmeone&lt;/span&gt; who has similar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;literasy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sklls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someone who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;themself&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;  This person wants someone with multiple personalities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Appear as you are or be you appear&lt;/i&gt;- ????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I might look like a player but I'm not&lt;/i&gt;- This person thinks he is attractive and that you are gullible.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;PEEK-A-BOO&lt;/i&gt;- Run as fast as you can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-8613757264568156900?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/8613757264568156900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=8613757264568156900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/8613757264568156900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/8613757264568156900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2011/09/adventures-in-online-dating.html' title='Adventures in Online Dating'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-5252086997034861027</id><published>2011-08-17T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T16:21:21.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I am from</title><content type='html'>Fog horns&lt;div&gt;Lighthouses&lt;br /&gt;No traffic lights&lt;div&gt;Small Streets&lt;div&gt;Drivers stop for you to cross the streets&lt;br /&gt;Salt water air blows from the North Atlantic&lt;br /&gt;Rain falls horizontally&lt;br /&gt;Drink tea with mom&lt;br /&gt;Drink beer with dad&lt;br /&gt;Buy beer in gas stations&lt;br /&gt;Big ocean is everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch the ferry come in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you watch it roll away again&lt;br /&gt;Stray cats&lt;br /&gt;Baseball caps&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; (but there is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bargain&lt;/span&gt; Giant)&lt;br /&gt;Buoys bob aimlessly in the water&lt;br /&gt;Boys ride aimlessly on their bikes&lt;br /&gt;Old men converse on the Government Wharf&lt;div&gt;Dialects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accents&lt;br /&gt;Beaches&lt;br /&gt;Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-5252086997034861027?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/5252086997034861027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=5252086997034861027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/5252086997034861027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/5252086997034861027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-i-am-from.html' title='Where I am from'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-5415068651872662171</id><published>2011-08-13T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T14:46:59.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race to the Sea</title><content type='html'>So I was awaken from my slumber at 9:17 this morning with a phone call to recruit me to run a 13.2 km leg of a relay race at 12:20 today. Of course I said yes, why not. I had anticipated that it would be a beautiful, scenic and refreshing run along the coastline. I ate a breakfast of champions, got dressed in my gear and away I went to register at my start point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to say that despite the short notice to run this race that I kicked ass in it. Not the situation. The scenic route that I thought would inspire me to run the best race of my life only inspired me for the first 5-6 km or so. After that I got dizzy, sweaty, and as well some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unsettling&lt;/span&gt; prickly sensations in my limbs. I kept going and thought I could beat it and get to a better place. Not so. I tried a different tactic whereby I thought of something that pissed me off, you know, get me fired up. Fail. Finally, in my pathetic and dehydrated state, I succumbed to my own demons and slowed the pace to a groggy and discouraging walk. No song on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; could get me going again. Not even ones by Nick Drake in his peaceful mysterious bliss or The Verve in their alternative magic. From then on it was a 2-3 minute trot alternated with a sluggish and staggering 10 minute walk to the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the interesting part. Lately I have developed a minor (albeit completely irrational) fear of the number 13. Check this out: There were 13 teams, meaning there were 13 runners running at a time. We were to run approximately 13 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt;. The race took place on the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of August &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;annnnnd&lt;/span&gt; I started to flounder at 1:00 - the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; hour of the day! As it happens I was the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; runner to finish my leg of the race. Uncanny I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I got a cool new T-shirt out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-5415068651872662171?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/5415068651872662171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=5415068651872662171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/5415068651872662171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/5415068651872662171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2011/08/race-to-sea.html' title='Race to the Sea'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-5394418005210034361</id><published>2011-08-12T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:31:10.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To do list</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. So I am not a fan of the summer to do list. I mean why put pressure on myself during a time when I am supposed to be free of pressure. But I did have a few items in the back of my head at the onset of summer and I feel that this is a good time to comment on the status of each item. Here it goes:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use new passport by leaving the country-check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ventura&lt;/span&gt; Highway on guitar-fail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read at least 5 books-In progress but I am thinking novellas are the way to go at this point.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch up on Days of our Lives-Check. And it only took 18 minutes (including commercials). Things don't progress at a blinding pace in the city of Salem. Except for human development. I saw a new male character around 20 years of age, very handsome. And I thought; I don't know who this guy is but I bet he was born in 2009. That is how aging works in that show. Meanwhile, Stefano has been in his 60's since the mid 80's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to a spa/salon and get a tutorial on how to apply make-up-fail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit my brother in Toronto-check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read 'Brave New World'-epic fail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sand, prime and paint 15 year old in-tables donated by my parents-check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write more frequently-check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;See a band in my top 5-check (U2!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright there is more that I will add at a later time. I am a little tired. I have summer brain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-5394418005210034361?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/5394418005210034361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=5394418005210034361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/5394418005210034361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/5394418005210034361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-do-list.html' title='To do list'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-3152441278629433205</id><published>2011-08-12T17:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T17:40:18.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother-Daughter Moment</title><content type='html'>Mom: Donna, I was watching Dr. Oz just then and I learned something interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What did you learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Well a study shows that most men prefer women with big hair over big chests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Yes, I thought you'd might appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-3152441278629433205?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/3152441278629433205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=3152441278629433205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3152441278629433205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3152441278629433205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2011/08/mother-daughter-moment.html' title='Mother-Daughter Moment'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-2237678911453333082</id><published>2011-08-11T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T17:34:01.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a couple of things</title><content type='html'>1) Family Feud: I love that show but it drives me crazy! For example, on today's episode a category was 'what America thinks is the sexiest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vegetable&lt;/span&gt;'-which is stupid enough in itself but the first answer was 'apple'....what? Then after a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pervy&lt;/span&gt; old man responds with '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zucchini&lt;/span&gt;' and gets the turn for his family, what response does his equally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pervy&lt;/span&gt; wife come up with? Banana. Sigh. It is a true test of patience to sit through a full episode and not scream at the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Brave New World: Alas I vowed at the beginning of the summer that that I would read this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;literary&lt;/span&gt; classic that I had unjustifiably missed in my high school and university years and it would completely change my perspective on life. And here I am 48 pages in and I find it the least bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;riveting&lt;/span&gt;, provoking, stimulating...all things the back cover promised. In fact, I don't think I will finish the damn book. Am I less of a person? Less of an intellect? I have no idea. But I have concluded that there is a reason why I minored and not majored in English, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-2237678911453333082?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/2237678911453333082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=2237678911453333082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2237678911453333082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2237678911453333082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2011/08/couple-of-things.html' title='a couple of things'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-3905178803655199210</id><published>2011-08-05T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T08:07:45.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no place like it.</title><content type='html'>Below is a beauty of a cover of  Blind Faith's 'Can't Find my Way Home'.  It is rare when I find a cover that I enjoy as much or more than the original but here is one.   It is a song that I associate with relocating to and within New Brunswick:  Initially in Fredericton, I got lost in the downtown area the first night I got there and I went around in circles while listening to this song on my Ipod (yes it's possible to get lost in Fredericton).  Then I got a job in Moncton and moved here without knowing anyone. I felt lost for a while and I stumbled upon this cover by following John Mayer of all people on twitter of all places and it seemed so fitting I guess.  I'd like to think I have found my way somewhat since then but I am still not there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be nice to spend some time in NL (my first home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-3905178803655199210?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/3905178803655199210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=3905178803655199210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3905178803655199210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3905178803655199210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2011/08/theres-no-place-like-it.html' title='There&apos;s no place like it.'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-381046473841785233</id><published>2011-08-05T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T07:54:59.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellen McIlwaine - Can't Find My Way Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y-8GWc8bjIk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-381046473841785233?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/381046473841785233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=381046473841785233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/381046473841785233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/381046473841785233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2011/08/ellen-mcilwaine-cant-find-my-way-home.html' title='Ellen McIlwaine - Can&apos;t Find My Way Home'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Y-8GWc8bjIk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828298465373560380.post-784311023934599921</id><published>2011-08-02T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T13:31:49.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have learned recently</title><content type='html'>1) Life is more enjoyable when it happens outside of your head.&lt;div&gt;2) That 'he loves me- he loves me not' game you play as a little girl with daisies is also played as a single woman in a different capacity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Bitterness and impulsivity is a very bad combination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Growing pains do not cease to exist after adolescence-they continue well into adulthood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) That 'a watched kettle never boils'  saying can be modernized with 'a watched inbox never gets messages'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Nothing is better for restoring your spirit than spending time with an old friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) I might just have a potential career in making fridge magnets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-784311023934599921?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/784311023934599921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=784311023934599921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/784311023934599921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/784311023934599921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-i-have-learned-recently.html' title='Things I have learned recently'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-162960520092496292</id><published>2011-05-14T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T07:13:31.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could have a Music Awards Show, here is how it would go:</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Best Harmonica Solo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1) We Can Work it Out-Stevie Wonder Version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2) Don't think Twice - Bob Dylan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3) We're Here for a Good Time - Trooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Lyric with Food-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sexual&lt;/span&gt; Innuendo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) 'I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bam&lt;/span&gt; Banana Cups, Dixie Cups.  All flavours and Push-ups too'-Ice Cream Man by Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Halen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) 'Squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down my leg' - Travelling Riverside Blues by Robert Johnson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) 'I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bluffin&lt;/span&gt;' with my muffin'- Poker Face by Lady &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GaGa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Honourable Mention goes to 'Pour some Sugar on Me' by Def Leopard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Song about Monday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Tell me Why I Don't Like Mondays by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Boomtown&lt;/span&gt; Rats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Monday Monday by the Mamas and the Papas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Manic Monday by The Bangles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most Abrupt Song Lyric:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) 'Give me my money back give me my money back,  you bitch' Song for the dumped by Ben Folds Five&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) 'F**k you, f**k you very very much'  F**k you by Lily Allen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleaziest Lyric:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) 'I took her word I took it all beneath the sign that said U-Haul' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hotdog&lt;/span&gt; by Led Zeppelin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) 'She's my cherry pie' Cherry Pie by Warrant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Song about a day of the week:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) It's Friday, I'm in Love by the Cure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GoodBye&lt;/span&gt; Ruby Tuesday by the Rolling Stones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Manic Monday by the Bangles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Van Halen Song with David Lee Roth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Ice Cream Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Van Halen Song with Sammy Hagar:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Standing on Top of the World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best one word verb song title:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Sing by Travis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Stop by the Spice Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Go by Pearl Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most Redundant Song Lyric:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) 'Only Time will tell if we stand the test of time'  Why Can't this be Love by Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Halen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Song about a Walrus:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I am the Walrus by The Beatles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Song about an Octopus:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Octopus' Garden by The Beatles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Use of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Reverb in a guitar solo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Same in Any Language by My Morning Jacket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Just Like Paradise by David Lee Roth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Song using one word in the Chorus:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Panama by Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Halen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Victoria by The Kinks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Song that Glorifies the State of California:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) California Dreamin' by the Mamas and Papas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Going to California by Led Zepellin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) California Waiting by Kings of Leon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Nonsensical Band name:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Death Cab for Cutie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Fountains of Wayne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Rainbow Butt Monkeys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Song written for Sexually Frustrated guys who want to get their girlfriends to put out and seem romantic at the same time:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) More than Words by Extreme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Sea of Love by the Honeydrippers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Song written for Sexually Frustrated guys who want to get their girlfriends to put out and don't really care about seeming romantic:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Add it Up by the Violent Femmes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I want to ____ you like an animal by Nine Inch Nails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Songs that seemed to be written specifically for a Beer Commercial:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Tub Thumping by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Chumba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Wumba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Good Time by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Inxs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Let's Get Rocked by Def Leopard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best song using just a woman's name in the song title:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Victoria by The Kinks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Gloria by Them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Kate by Ben Folds Five&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Song about Coaxing a woman named Eileen:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Don't Walk away Eileen by Sam Roberts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Come On Eileen by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Dexy's&lt;/span&gt; Midnight Runners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-162960520092496292?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/162960520092496292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=162960520092496292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/162960520092496292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/162960520092496292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-i-could-have-music-awards-show-here.html' title='If I could have a Music Awards Show, here is how it would go:'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-8532116769535939691</id><published>2010-11-27T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T17:54:51.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Gong Show</title><content type='html'>My last grocery shopping was spectacle to say the least.  Here's why:&lt;div&gt;1) I was on a stubborn streak.  As far as I was concerned, I could function completely fine without a car and I certainly did not need a cab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Cashiers at the grocery store are not telepathic and will not pack your grocery bags according to your preferences.  At the same time, I did not want to be THAT lady who dictates how her groceries ought to be packed so that when she stubbornly walk home she will not need to stop because one of her limbs have gone numb.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I did need to stop with my groceries around when I noticed that my limbs are going numb. To call a cab? You wonder.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Noooooo&lt;/span&gt;.  Instead I stopped (with traffic passing by) to strategically redistribute the items in my bags.  Milk and coffee cream and produce in one bag? Big mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) From then on it was a constant battle to keep my heavier bag (weighing close to 50 lbs) slung over my shoulder and in doing so I lost several strands of hair that got caught under the handles of bag.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) But the stubborn streak persists and in my mind I would not even stop if a stretch limo pulled up to offer a ride. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nooooo&lt;/span&gt;. I would prevail with my groceries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) While all this is happening my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; was positioned in my purse so that with each stride the volume was  going  up and down haphazardly.  Therefore adding to my frustration but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;noooooo&lt;/span&gt;, this would not be a setback from walking home with 100 pounds of groceries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Just as I get it in my head that I am perfectly normal and that people passing by are oblivious to my stubborn streak and numbing limbs and losing hair to heavy bags and annoying volume on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iPod;&lt;/span&gt; don't the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;secretary&lt;/span&gt; at my school pull up and roll the window down and didn't I say 'hi how's it going?' as if everything were perfectly wonderful.  Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) So here it is.  I have groceries but no dignity, the cars passing by had some entertainment and the blog world has another pointless post.  Fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-8532116769535939691?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/8532116769535939691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=8532116769535939691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/8532116769535939691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/8532116769535939691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2010/11/grocery-gong-show.html' title='Grocery Gong Show'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-1080170232753545716</id><published>2010-11-11T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T13:42:22.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't sweat the small stuff...</title><content type='html'>Such as:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Infinite amount of crumbs that come out of my toaster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coffee grounds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flies in my apartment. Just when I think I have killed them off, I see them buzzing in front of me...they're like Stefano on Days of Our Lives. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surround sound used by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tenant&lt;/span&gt; living directly under me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The song "I would do anything for love (but I won't do that)"  oh god the fact that it is 20 min long and has a parenthesis in the title is just too much to take...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slipping on chick pea salad and not being able to run because of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My chandelier, it is truly ugly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apartment Leases. I really want to get out of here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who use big words ALL THE TIME.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Posters that fall off my wall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay that is all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-1080170232753545716?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/1080170232753545716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=1080170232753545716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/1080170232753545716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/1080170232753545716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-sweat-small-stuff.html' title='Don&apos;t sweat the small stuff...'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-3134649550461768120</id><published>2010-04-03T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T17:47:46.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my life...8 years ago</title><content type='html'>It is truly an amazing glimpse you can get of your own life thanks to Archived Reply messages from your email account--I had forgotten some of the things I did and said at the age of 22--Here they are in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello _____&lt;br /&gt;yip thats right its kind of stormy here lately wed we had no school cause it was sooooo bad twas real nice not too bad here now me thinks me may go for a run havent made any really fancy plans for tonight ( like um a liquer buffet ahem) however breezeway draft might be in the works nothing special went down town last night so i dont want to do that again tonite anyway what was that you said about karen being in japan i saw her today going into cartier did you say that she was already there or planning on going anyway doesnt matter does it&lt;br /&gt;by the resume turned out fine thanks alot!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;take care and have fun tonite&lt;br /&gt;love donnalou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ___&lt;br /&gt;whats up how is life in the high class harlow town have you met the new interns yet?? did you show them the key spots of new harlow (ie jumpin jaks) thats pretty strange about the mun students banned from chequers and marquis whats the scoop on that ___ told me that much info oh welll hope it is nothing i did ha&lt;br /&gt;anywho not much on the go here trying to get settled away in my new aprtment more of a matchbox then an apt however i can deal with it for 4 monthes my roomates seem pretty decent pretty calm compared to some of the people in cabot thats okay with me i guess saw some of the class the pasrt few days like ____ and maybe a few others seems weird to see the here on campus in st johns it kind of make my trip seem a bit realer though&lt;br /&gt;are you planning on visiting here in the future you really should&lt;br /&gt;anyway better go&lt;br /&gt;take care ___&lt;br /&gt;donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello ____&lt;br /&gt;what happened i wonder cause ___ had the same thing happen when i wrote him last week how are you all settled in montreal?? anything but settled here dont have any hangers or groceries or pots pans or dishes.....and the list goes on ya know there is alot more to living in an apartment than meets the eye....my roomates seem alright so far i think it is going to be okay we re sharing a phone between 4 girls so thinks may get a wee complicated at times trying to get in touch with some friends in town breezeway opening night will definitly not be the same without you!!! nobody wants to go early they dont have the same priorities as you and me ____they have to stay home and watch shit like surviver yuck&lt;br /&gt;anywho _____ will be getting in contact with you in the next few days shit forgot my number already does that surprise you though i will write and tell you that tommorrow okay&lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;br /&gt;love donnalou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ___&lt;br /&gt;how are you Christmas here now having a few drinks with my dad and listening to music having a very relaxing time and you?? love to see you in your kilt for the wedding sounds like an excellent time!! you are right in a way you know seems like i have never been away oh well it is something i am already looking back on and appreciating immensely!! well anyway happy christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;br /&gt;donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello and merry christmas&lt;br /&gt;well ___ it was great hearing from you man jesus christ whats up!! sounds like you have a lot on the go just relaxing here on a christmas eve here with the parents had a big drunk last nite for tips eve ( do you have that in scotland?? it is a big nite whereby we celebrate the nite before christmas eve by getting really tipsy--just an excuse to get sloshed i suppose) going to toronto in four days to see my brothers going to spend new years eve with them --looking forward to it anywho better go and wrap my presents take care and have a great holiday&lt;br /&gt;yours truly&lt;br /&gt;donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ____&lt;br /&gt;back in canada kind of tired cant go on a big tear as i origionally planned oh well you missed a great meal on plane today salmon with an unknown green substance on it of course i ate it (really really hungry okay) anyway hope youre all ready to go have a great 2 monthes travelling i want to hear some good stories when you get back!!&lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;br /&gt;donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi ___&lt;br /&gt;wow doesnt this just grab your attention its almost 6am here now i am just waiting for my ride to come pick me up and drive me to heathrow cant believe its all over here blows my mind how fast it all went well anyway hopefully i will see you later on tonite--if i can get a ride from my aunt bells if not send me the number from where you will be and i will call you we can talk without it costing a billion dollars a minute well must go zip up my hockey bag that will take a good 20min at least! have a good flight!!&lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;br /&gt;love donnalou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello _____&lt;br /&gt;how are you doing got back from ireland last nite wow what a great 2 days i had dublin is soooo amazing it is so much like st. johns it is scary the faces alone were familiar i would walk on the streets and see people that i swore i saw before in nf saw one little girl that looked exactly like the girl i babysat at home ( whos dad was from ireland)&lt;br /&gt;the streets look alot lke home as well there was a section called temple bar where it was just a huge section of bars and pubs and of course as you may be guessing that reminded me of george st it was crazy there were people playing outside for cash except here they were all talented&lt;br /&gt;oh and i went to the guiness brewery which was such a big deal for me it was soooooo great guiness is awesome so awesome i drank pint after pint the past two days and well i saw the repercussions of that on the wieght scale last nite got to lay off the beer in general. but anyway back to the brewery it was 6 floors of info all about giuness then a really cool bar on the top floor which was circular and had glass all around it so you got this amazing view of dublin&lt;br /&gt;what else did we do oh got a picture of bonos bar " the kitchen" it was really obscure literally a hole in the wall i hope it came out though all in all it was a great time you really have to go there sometime and i will for sure go with you because i really want to return for a longer visit someday i was so content there the culture and atmosphere was so familiar anyway i will tell you more about it when i show you the pictures and stuff i bought i will try to call again sometime before i go home write back soon and take care&lt;br /&gt;love donnalou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello b&lt;br /&gt;how are you this is your buddy donna in harlow i am at school right now just got a couple of free minutes so i decided to write everyone i can see how your frind found it stressful here interning sometimes i think what exactly am i doing here this would have been so much more simpler in canada however i do not regret coming over here that is what life is about after all eh challenges i have travelled a bit i went to bath and cambridge an london it was all great th towns are beautiful i think i may go to greece for half term if yyou have any travelling pointer write me so anywho how is flight attendent school are you enjoying halifax&lt;br /&gt;write me and let me know how you are doing take care&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello ___&lt;br /&gt;glad to see your trip to st johns went well everything is well in townie land i am assuming youre soooo lucky to go to the breezeway i havent gone to dance clubs in awhile might go to jumpin jaks this weekend week from now and ill be in greece yay i think i may send postcards to everyone then taught my first full day yesterday i was so exhausted afterwards the morning was excellent but the afternoon oh god the afternoon was crazy just a chain of disasterous events i dont know if they learned enything i was just praying for 3:15 they were soooooo wired however at the end of the day i still wanted to be a teacher so i guess that is a good sign hey anyway better go eat lunch chat later&gt;donna&gt;ps the reason you havent gotten your gift yet because it was sent back to me apparently the address that i wrote on it didnt exist could you please send your address to me and then i will send it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi _____&lt;br /&gt;how is it going i am in the uk it is alright too the city is beautiful only got lost once by myself there is so much i want to talk to you about i miss having you around and you're probably thinking well yeah of course you do!! anyway how is your program going was talking to a girl here from montreal and from her perspective getting accepted is quite an accomplishment she should know eh so yeah dalhousie can just screw themselves start school tomorrow kind of nervous however i just visited the school today and i am really happy about it , it really seems okay anyway that is all for now write me back!!!!&lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;br /&gt;donnalou&lt;br /&gt;ps unfortunatly the tattoe prospect is looking rather bleak if you know what i mean maybe i should go to italy or something yeah yeah thats what i'll do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-3134649550461768120?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/3134649550461768120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=3134649550461768120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3134649550461768120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3134649550461768120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2010/04/welcome-to-my-life8-years-ago.html' title='Welcome to my life...8 years ago'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-8330147535156975490</id><published>2010-01-02T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:03:22.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncanny</title><content type='html'>Today, while a raging blizzard confined me to my apartment...watching bad reality TV...I decided to check my email account for the first time in two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt; to find not 1 not 2 but 872 new messages in my inbox. This amazing insight of a horoscope being one of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your horoscope for January 2, 2010&lt;br /&gt;The answer for you today, Donna, is yes. Explore, reach out, and expand your mind in the far corners of your world and beyond. There is no need to tie yourself down to practical reality. Don't restrict yourself to linear thinking. Take a time out and enjoy some time in the clouds. You should find that information you receive today would be extremely helpful in the pursuit of your wildest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Uncanny part? The bad reality TV I was watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; none other than Real Housewives of Orange County Marathon. My faith in astrology is officially renewed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-8330147535156975490?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/8330147535156975490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=8330147535156975490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/8330147535156975490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/8330147535156975490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2010/01/uncanny.html' title='Uncanny'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-893941345510683814</id><published>2009-12-31T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:08:30.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ten for ten</title><content type='html'>As I sit here ten minutes before 2010 commences, I will develop an official list of ten things I want to do within the next ten years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Run at least one marathon.&lt;br /&gt;2) Travel to or at least through Alta, Sask, Man, BC (the provinces I have not been to yet).&lt;br /&gt;3) Learn at least 10 songs that are above a grade 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RCM&lt;/span&gt; level on Classical Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;4) Visit 5 European Countries and Scotland and Hawaii and NYC&lt;br /&gt;5) Complete a Master's in Counselling Psych (thesis route).&lt;br /&gt;6) See top 5 bands/Guitarists that I have not already seen in concert (Ryan Adams, U2, Eric Clapton, Pepe Romero, Dave Matthews etc) **bands are subject to change.&lt;br /&gt;7) Write a song&lt;br /&gt;8) Raise a dog&lt;br /&gt;9) Volunteer in a soup kitchen on Christmas Day&lt;br /&gt;10) Play Classical Guitar for a audience that is greater than 2000 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's new year and decade is full of health and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love.&lt;br /&gt;Donna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-893941345510683814?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/893941345510683814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=893941345510683814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/893941345510683814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/893941345510683814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2009/12/ten-for-ten.html' title='ten for ten'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-8246249955537433939</id><published>2009-12-02T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:01:08.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring (as far as astrology goes...)</title><content type='html'>"There is light enough for those who wish to see," wrote French philosopher Blaise Pascal, "and darkness enough for those of the opposite disposition." I'm hoping you will align yourself with the first group in the coming week, Aquarius. More than ever before, what you choose to focus on will come rushing in to meet you, touch you, teach you, and prompt you to respond. Even if all the smart people you know seem to be drunk on the darkness, I encourage you to be a brave rebel who insists on equal time for the light.&lt;br /&gt;Freewillastrology.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-8246249955537433939?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/8246249955537433939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=8246249955537433939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/8246249955537433939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/8246249955537433939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2009/12/inspiring-as-far-as-astrology-goes.html' title='Inspiring (as far as astrology goes...)'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-5131664271186697681</id><published>2009-11-22T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T13:43:41.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for another one...</title><content type='html'>Here's a list of good and bad things that happened on the weekend...little insight into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Buying a new cookbook which has been written specifically for moronic non cookers like myself. It actually has instructions on how to boil an egg.&lt;br /&gt;-New cookbook inspiring me to go to grocery store and buy stuff like sesame seed oil and balsamic vinagar and feta cheese and couscous.&lt;br /&gt;-Red Wine&lt;br /&gt;-The word couscous...it's fun to say.&lt;br /&gt;-Naps.&lt;br /&gt;-Candy Cane hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;-New shirt.&lt;br /&gt;-Flavoured coffee.&lt;br /&gt;-Running just as the sun goes down.&lt;br /&gt;-Time to play guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-First failed recipe from new cookbook...potatoe pancakes...they were chewy and tasteless. I might have done something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;-Getting chased and yelled at while running by little kids that I think are from my school and pretending not to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;-Writing sentences with awkwardly sentence structure.&lt;br /&gt;-Pile of work I must get done for tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;-Hearing crap like meatloaf and kiss and styx every second song on my radio.&lt;br /&gt;-Chorus of screaming children in big box department stores.&lt;br /&gt;-Chorus of annoying pigeons that congregate on my roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-5131664271186697681?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/5131664271186697681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=5131664271186697681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/5131664271186697681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/5131664271186697681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-time-for-another-one.html' title='It&apos;s time for another one...'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-835218126519622838</id><published>2009-10-17T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:20:53.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Trip</title><content type='html'>Unlike my last trip there were no digusting stories about the hotel room...bus ride -- different story. It was quite interesting.  It involved over hearing people in early 20s' engaging in the following behaviors:&lt;br /&gt;-pulling plastic bags over heads&lt;br /&gt;-drawing happy faces with sharpies in plastic bags while on heads&lt;br /&gt;-popping plastic bags and laughing&lt;br /&gt;-snorting illegal substance&lt;br /&gt;-commenting on effects of illegal substance&lt;br /&gt;-mocking foriegn accents&lt;br /&gt;-laughing hysterically at mocking of foriegn accents&lt;br /&gt;-calling each other bitch&lt;br /&gt;-self diagnosing ADHD (at which point I thought...and your hyperactivity and innattention has NOTHING to do with the fact you snort coke? hmmm interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line is I need to somehow someway buy a car...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-835218126519622838?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/835218126519622838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=835218126519622838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/835218126519622838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/835218126519622838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2009/10/bus-trip.html' title='Bus Trip'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-8725599834169169951</id><published>2009-07-08T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:46:39.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As seen in my Inbox....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here is a sampler...Assume what you wish&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granicus has flirted with you!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE SCORE: Moon trine Saturn - you're in control‏&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Eat this cereal to protect your blood vessels . . .&lt;br /&gt;mike1971t is waiting for you!&lt;br /&gt;thesplitsss has flirted with you!&lt;br /&gt;Christoph3r is waiting for you!&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Choose this cancer-fighting party dip . . .‏&lt;br /&gt;Frugeon is waiting for you!‏&lt;br /&gt;Blur: Live this Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;wrabbit01 is waiting for you!&lt;br /&gt;you have meeting requests!&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIP ZODIAC TAROT: Find your true love at last!&lt;br /&gt;Relive Hard Rock Calling‏&lt;br /&gt;kskill has flirted with you!‏&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Eat this steak for your heart . . .‏&lt;br /&gt;guy69er is waiting for you!&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Get the new "it" herb for summer . .&lt;br /&gt;Help Causes Feed America‏&lt;br /&gt;gottaloveme is waiting for you!‏&lt;br /&gt;SOUL MATE TAROT Jupiter retrograde - where's your love match going?‏&lt;br /&gt;pudge49 is waiting for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-8725599834169169951?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/8725599834169169951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=8725599834169169951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/8725599834169169951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/8725599834169169951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-seen-in-my-inbox.html' title='As seen in my Inbox....'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-7942963765497713618</id><published>2009-06-08T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:29:12.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That and Everything In Between</title><content type='html'>**I will address the really sad thing first. I found out several weeks ago a former student of mine died in a Motorcycle crash. He was 17. I taught him gym when he was in grade 5. He was a student a teacher never forgets. One of my first memories of teaching was him asking to use 'the pisser' while I was trying to do a scooter relay with 29 kids. He was always trying to be funny. Overall he was a good kid and my thoughts are with his loved ones at this difficult time although they probably do not remember me....I will always consider them to be a memorable part of my life. The posting of the lyrics to Turn Turn Turn was a response to the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**It freaks me out just a little when I sweep up and and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of 'dirt' crawls away from the pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I have completed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;umpteenth&lt;/span&gt; year of being single but feel like less of a loser freak because of it. I do not know if that is a bad or good thing. I really like someone but I can't show it...well I really can't decide if I do like him...story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I think I take things less personally than I did 5 years ago....progress!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-7942963765497713618?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/7942963765497713618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=7942963765497713618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/7942963765497713618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/7942963765497713618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-and-that-and-everything-in-between.html' title='This and That and Everything In Between'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-2835860508006105285</id><published>2009-05-22T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:08:08.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To everything (turn, turn, turn)&lt;br /&gt;There is a season (turn, turn, turn)&lt;br /&gt;And a time for every purpose, under heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time to be born, a time to die&lt;br /&gt;A time to plant, a time to reap&lt;br /&gt;A time to kill, a time to heal&lt;br /&gt;A time to laugh, a time to weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everything (turn, turn, turn)&lt;br /&gt;There is a season (turn, turn, turn)&lt;br /&gt;And a time for every purpose, under heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time to build up,a time to break down&lt;br /&gt;A time to dance, a time to mourn&lt;br /&gt;A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everything (turn, turn, turn)&lt;br /&gt;There is a season (turn, turn, turn)&lt;br /&gt;And a time for every purpose, under heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time of love, a time of hate&lt;br /&gt;A time of war, a time of peace&lt;br /&gt;A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everything (turn, turn, turn)&lt;br /&gt;There is a season (turn, turn, turn)&lt;br /&gt;And a time for every purpose, under heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time to gain, a time to lose&lt;br /&gt;A time to rend, a time to sew&lt;br /&gt;A time to love, a time to hate&lt;br /&gt;A time for peace, I swear its not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Bob Dylan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-2835860508006105285?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/2835860508006105285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=2835860508006105285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2835860508006105285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2835860508006105285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-everything-turn-turn-turn-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-7826459049964460735</id><published>2009-05-17T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T07:51:44.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;things I should have done today but didn't:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan&lt;br /&gt;Report writing&lt;br /&gt;Go to the flea market&lt;br /&gt;Eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Interior design&lt;br /&gt;Buy plant&lt;br /&gt;Shower&lt;br /&gt;Research&lt;br /&gt;Work on application for course&lt;br /&gt;Fold and put away laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Instead I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Aimlessly looked for songs to download&lt;br /&gt;Drank water&lt;br /&gt;Thought about hungover I was&lt;br /&gt;Ate french fries&lt;br /&gt;Consumed coffee&lt;br /&gt;Contemplated my love life (or lack thereof)&lt;br /&gt;Modelled new shirts I had bought the previous day in mirror with various pants and skirts&lt;br /&gt;Exercised my thumb muscle with the remote control&lt;br /&gt;Watched and failed to understand documentary on the economy&lt;br /&gt;Practiced writing name with left hand&lt;br /&gt;Watched E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/span&gt; true story on Full House&lt;br /&gt;Wrote this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are this good at procrastinating, It is impossible to be bored!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-7826459049964460735?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/7826459049964460735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=7826459049964460735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/7826459049964460735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/7826459049964460735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-musings.html' title='Random Musings'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-7287045262598062432</id><published>2009-04-04T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:32:35.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's lots of fish in the sea, sure there is...</title><content type='html'>You just have to halfheartedly join a few dating websites to find these gems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nice Guy Seeks His Soulmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm 33 years of age. I'm from Canada. I'm about 5'7 with brown hair and brown eyes. I'm a supervisor for our local newspaper in the production department. I consider myself to be a nice guy who's always looking for a new friend to chat with. My philosphy in life what Jesus taught in the Bible, LOVE ONE ANOTHER AS HE HAS LOVED US.. You want to know more, just ask.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWEET'S 2 THE SWEET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am what would be considered as a Doom/stoner Metal Head,and would like 2 find a woman who likes 70s movies,cars,music, clothes &amp;amp; weed of course.If you want to chat we can add me &lt;edited&gt; as Morphiis_666&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spontatenous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joyfull, spirited, nice looking, wildand free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If joyfull is not what you are looking for try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;save a horse ride a cowboy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if u want it , here it is come and get it !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, if you like contradictions maybe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not overeager! Notice me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just need someone to give my love to and to receive some as well. I'm not the type that sucks life out of people. I tend to provide energy instead. If you like that way that sounds then chances are you'd like me too. Give me a shout sometime. I look forward to hearing from all of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you are looking for self confidence why not a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hunkey male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This must be the hardest part!! - here goes... I like me... therefore there must be something good about me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, maybe apathy is more attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So .... how am I doing so far ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, I am just kinda bored right now, hence why I am doing this. I'm a fun guy. I am very athletic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-7287045262598062432?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/7287045262598062432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=7287045262598062432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/7287045262598062432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/7287045262598062432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-lots-of-fish-in-sea-sure-there.html' title='There&apos;s lots of fish in the sea, sure there is...'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-9197599062262989083</id><published>2009-03-19T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:58:32.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um.....What?</title><content type='html'>Your horoscope for March 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual and metaphysical studies may take up a lot of your time today, DJ. You might want to dig into the various scriptures of the world's major religions, or you might want to try to make it through the works of Mme. Blavatsky or Alice Bailey. If you want to try, this is the day to do it, because your concentration can be very strong today - though it will be necessary to take a lot of breaks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-9197599062262989083?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/9197599062262989083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=9197599062262989083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/9197599062262989083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/9197599062262989083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2009/03/umwhat.html' title='Um.....What?'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-8612392712706948844</id><published>2008-12-07T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:46:28.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Whoever has, shall be given more and more," reads the Gospel of Matthew, "while whoever has nothing, even what he has will be taken away from him." Pronoiac translation: Whatever you choose to focus your attention on, you will get more of it. If you often think of everything you lack and how sad you are that you don't have it, you will tend to receive abundant evidence of how true that is. If, on the other hand, you dwell on the good things that make you feel grateful to be alive, they will probably multiply. *&lt;br /&gt;--Freewillastrology.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-8612392712706948844?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/8612392712706948844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=8612392712706948844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/8612392712706948844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/8612392712706948844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoever-has-shall-be-given-more-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-979346842308066526</id><published>2008-09-29T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:11:42.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Likes and Don't Likes</title><content type='html'>Here is what I like: (In no particular order...) Laughter and red skies and purple skies and twizzlers and old photographs and concerts and painting and tetris and bagels and coffee and beer on tap and blueberry wine I buy at the market and the smell of woodsmoke in the winter and beaches and mascara and stuffed crust pizza and swimming in fresh water and my hair straightener and french fries and that point when I have almost mastered a song on my guitar and treehouses and good conversations with friends and family and the colour blue and skirts and WKRP and the idea of running a marathon and discovering new amazing music and new socks and coming home and thunder-storms and basketball and campfires and rainy days and sunny days and Thursdays and sleeping in and macaroons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I don't like. (In no paricular order) The sound my cellphone makes when it's on low battery and small talk and celebrity obsessed news shows and celebrity obsessed celebrities and reality TV (most) and dirty floors and mean people and mean people who pretend to be nice and those who think the world revolves around thier cause and people who don't give a shit about their cause and people who don't even realize they have a cause when they obviously do and boredom and intolerant people and stupid drivers and overly assertive middle age women who are rude for no reason and mood swings and corn syrup and indoctrination and insomnia and how every important piece of documentation seems to disintegrate on me and how people seem to feel so entitled and miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-979346842308066526?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/979346842308066526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=979346842308066526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/979346842308066526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/979346842308066526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2008/09/likes-and-dont-likes.html' title='Likes and Don&apos;t Likes'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-653591187146854416</id><published>2008-09-14T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:04:37.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Like It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really like writing one liner blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-653591187146854416?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/653591187146854416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=653591187146854416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/653591187146854416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/653591187146854416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-like-it.html' title='I Just Like It'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-6172043038407008060</id><published>2008-08-27T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:07:56.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Ginger</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bold the ones you’ve done and add one at the end…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Bought everyone in the pub a drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Swam with wild dolphins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Climbed a mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Been inside the Great Pyramid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Held a tarantula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Taken a candlelit bath with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Said “I love you” and meant it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Hugged a tree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Done a striptease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. Bungee jumped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. Stayed up all night long, and watched the sun rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Gone to a huge sports game. (for certain definitions of huge)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19. Touched an iceberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20. Slept under the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21. Changed a baby’s diaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;23. Watched a meteor shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Given more than you can afford to charity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;Had an&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Had a food fight.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;29. Bet on a winning horse/dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;30. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;31. Asked out a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;32. Had a snowball fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;35. Held a lamb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;36. Enacted a favourite fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;37. Taken a midnight skinny dip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;38. Taken an ice cold bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;40. Seen a total eclipse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;41. Ridden a roller coaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;42. Hit a home run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;45. Adopted an accent for an entire day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;48. Had two hard drives for your computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;49. Visited all 50 states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;50. Loved your job for all accounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;53. Had amazing friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;55. Watched wild whales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;56. Stolen a sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;57. Backpacked in Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;59. Rock climbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;60. Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;61. Midnight walk on the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;62. Sky diving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;63. Visited Ireland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;64. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;66. Visited Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;67. Bench pressed your own weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;68. Milked a cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Alphabetized your albums&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;70. Pretended to be a superhero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;71. Sung karaoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;72. Lounged around in bed all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;73. Posed nude in front of strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;74. Scuba diving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;75. Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;76. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.77. Played in the mud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;78. Played in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;79. Gone to a drive-in movie theatre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;80. Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;81. Visited the Great Wall of China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;82. Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;83. Dropped Windows in favour of something better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;84. Started a business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;86. Toured ancient sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;87. Taken a martial arts class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;88. Sword fought for the honour of a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;89. Played D&amp;amp;D or another RPG for more than 6 hours straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;90. Gotten married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;91. Been in a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;92. Crashed a party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;93. Loved someone you shouldn’t have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;95. Gotten divorced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;96. Had sex at the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;97. Gone without food for 5 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;98. Made cookies from scratch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;99. Won first prize in a costume contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;100. Ridden a gondola in Venice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;101. Gotten a tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;103. Rafted the Snake River.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;104. Been on television news programs as an “expert”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;105. Got flowers for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;106. Masturbated in a public place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;107. Got so drunk you don’t remember anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;109. Performd on stage&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;110. Been to Las Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;111. Recorded music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;112. Eaten shark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;113. Had a one-night stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;114. Gone to Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;115. Seen Siouxsie live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;116. Bought a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;117. Been in a combat zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;118. Buried one/both of your parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;120. Been on a cruise ship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;121Spoken more than one language fluently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;123. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;124. Performed in Rocky Horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;125. Read - and understood - your credit report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;126. Raised children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;127. Recently bought and played with a favourite childhood toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;128. Followed your favourite band/singer on tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;129. Created and named your own constellation of stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;132. Called or written to your MP/Congressperson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;134. …more than once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;137. Had an abortion or your female partner did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;138. Had plastic surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;139. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;140. Wrote articles for a large publication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;141. Lost over 100 pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;142. Held someone while they were having a flashback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;143. Piloted an airplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;144. Petted a stingray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;145. Broken someone’s heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;146. Helped an animal give birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;147. Been fired or laid off from a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;148. Won money on a TV game show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;149. Broken a bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;150. Killed a human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;151. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;152. Ridden a motorcycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;157. Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;158. Had major surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;159. Had sex on a moving train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;160. Had a snake as a pet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;164. Visited more foreign countries than US states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;165. Visited all 7 continents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;167. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;169. Been a sperm or egg donor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;170. Eaten sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;171. Had your picture in the newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;173. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;174. Gotten someone fired for their actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;175. Gone back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;176. Parasailed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;177. Changed your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;178. Petted a cockroach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;179. Eaten fried green tomatoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;180. Read The Iliad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;181. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;183. …and gotten barred from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;184. Taught yourself art from scratch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;187. Skipped all your school reunions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;189. Been elected to public office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;190. Written your own computer language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;191. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;193. Built your own PC from parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;195. Had a booth at a street fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;196. Dyed your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;197. Been a DJ&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;198. Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;199. Written your own role playing game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;200. Given a tramp a sponge-bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;201. masturbated a caged laboratory animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;202. pretented you liked kevin-smith movies when you secretly didn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;203. deliberately, personally, and purposefully insult someone to their face to cause as much harm as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;204. sold any part of your body, or any product from it, for money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;205. had a secret published in post-secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;206. sent food or wine back in a restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;207. and regretted it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;208. Seen a bioluminescent tide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;209. Robbed a grave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;210. Taken a microgravity airplane (or spacecraft!) ride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;211. Inspired a painter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;212. Had a three-way conversation, speaking 3 different languages (sometimes all 3 in one sentence) and everyone understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;213. Held a raptor in your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;214. Been excommunicated from a major religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;215. Breastfed during a rock concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;216. used fake ID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;217. Held a new born baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;218. 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Press forward for each question.Use the song title as the answer to the question. No cheating!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. How am I feeling today? Rebellion (Lies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Will I get far in life? Hey Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. How do my friends see me? Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Where will I get Married?: American Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. What is my best friend's theme song?: My Favourite Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. What is the story of my life? Manamana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. What was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; like?: Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. How can I get ahead in life? Queen Jane Approximately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9.What is the best thing about me? Brass In Pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. How is today going to be? The Key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. What is in store for this weekend? I'll Fly Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. What song describes my parents? I Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. To describe my grandparents? Strawberry Swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. How is my life going? Don't Rain On My Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. What song will they play at my funeral?: Digging a Ditch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. How does the world see me? Death and All his Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. Will I have a Happy Life? Something to Talk About&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18. What do my friends really think of me? Run For Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19. Do people secretly lust after me? Rolling People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20. How can I make myself happy? Take a Picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21. What should I do with my life? Think For Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22. Will I ever have children? Surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;23. What is some good advice for me? Goodbye Yellow Brick Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24. What's that smell? The New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25. What is my signature dancing song? Honey Bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26. What do I think my current theme song is? Dance If You Want To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27. What does everyone else think my current theme song is? 'til I'm Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;28. What type of men do you like? Sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;29. Now click next and that will be the subject of this note : Spooked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;30. Your overall theme song?: When the Ship Comes In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Part Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One] What is your life going to be like in five years? Ticket to Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Two] How is your love life going for you right now? Modern Day Bonnie and Clyde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Three] What pisses you off the most about the opposite sex? Hampster Dance Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Four] What do your parents really think of you? What Is Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Five] What do you think about the world and its current state? Animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Six] What is the worst thing that's ever happened to you? Back in the Saddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Seven] What will your first/next time having sex be like? Let's Talk About Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Eight] What is your main goal in life? Planet Telex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Nine] What do the boys at your school think of your looks? The Rising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Ten] What do you really want in life? 3 Little Birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Eleven] How are you going to get far in life? Goldfish Bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Twelve] What do say when you're in a bad mood? Ave Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Thirteen] What about when you are really happy? Let It Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Fourteen] What do think of yourself in general? With a Bullet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Fifteen] What is your life's theme song? ABC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Sixteen] What are you going to do this weekend? At the Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Seventeen] How can you try and make yourself happy? Soul Meets Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Eighteen] What song will they play at your wedding? Jigsaw Falling Into Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Nineteen] What about your funeral? Ready to Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Twenty] What or who makes you the most happy? Purple Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Twenty One] What am I even doing on this Earth? Shiver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Twenty Two] How am I going to die? Blue Sunday/Peace Frog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Twenty Three] What is some good advice? Smiley Faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Twenty Four] &amp;amp; What's some advice you'd never take? Not Too Late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Twenty Five] Will you ever have children? Dancing in the Moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Twenty Six] What is high school like for you or what will it be like? Faraway so Close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Twenty Seven] How are you feeling today? Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Twenty Eight] What's your general outlook on life? (I'm Your) Hootchie Cootchie Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Twenty Nine] What are your last words going to be? (Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Thirty] What song is going to be stuck in your head all day? Cross eyed Bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-3699872233598530674?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/3699872233598530674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=3699872233598530674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3699872233598530674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3699872233598530674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-city.html' title='Spooked'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-1540336608349686330</id><published>2008-05-06T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:17:01.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yes! Another Quiz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4. What does it say? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;He thinks about the possible textual characteristics that affect reading performance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What's there?&lt;/strong&gt; A wall&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;strong&gt;. What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;/strong&gt;. Law and Order, SVU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Without looking, guess what time it is: &lt;/strong&gt;11:05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?&lt;/strong&gt; 11:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;/strong&gt; Traffic outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;When did you last step outside?&lt;/strong&gt; Hour and half ago. &lt;strong&gt;What were you doing? &lt;/strong&gt;Running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Before you started this survey, what did you look at? &lt;/strong&gt;TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;What are you wearing? &lt;/strong&gt;Housecoat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Did you dream last night?&lt;/strong&gt; Cannot recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;/strong&gt;. My Master's Degree and nothing else. That decorating job was 20 grand!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Seen anything weird lately?&lt;/strong&gt; MTV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Make something up:&lt;/strong&gt; Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;What is the last film you saw? &lt;/strong&gt;Hairspray. Time for another one I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy? &lt;/strong&gt;A house, cook and cleaning staff for house, house for family members; plane ticket to everywhere; Guitars; and charity stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Tell me something about you that I don't know: &lt;/strong&gt;I see dead people; no not really; I just don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics what would it be? &lt;/strong&gt;Everyone would have enough food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Do you like to dance? &lt;/strong&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;George Bush:&lt;/strong&gt;. Dubya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? &lt;/strong&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;/strong&gt; Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;What do you want to say to God when you reach the pearly gates? &lt;/strong&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Do you snore, grind your teeth, or talk in your sleep? &lt;/strong&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.&lt;strong&gt;What type of music do you listen to? &lt;/strong&gt;Blues, Alternative, Rock, Roots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN? 7:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW? To know what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHO DO YOU MISS? Family and old friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION(S) Guitar and Guitar and Degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. HOW TALL ARE YOU? five feet three and three quarter inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC? Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK? Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX? Brown wavy and blue or brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF PROPOSING/BEING PROPOSED TO? Next to the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK? Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA? Stuffed crust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. IF YOU CAN EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Bacon double cheese burger combo from wendy's with a frostie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND? Whatever fits and looks decent. Not a slave to brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. DO YOU HAVE A PET RIGHT NOW? You Beta believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT KIND IS IT? Pepe the beta fish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL MOST OFTEN? Mom and Dad of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST? Badly grammar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF CANADA? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. YOUR WEAKNESSES? Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. FIRST JOB? Information delivery specialist's assistant. (I helped my brother with his paper route)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Feminine version of Dad's name and my Aunt May and my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. WHAT KIND OF SHAMPOO DO YOU USE? Sunsilk (purple bottle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS? Binge drinking and overconsumption of sugar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. WHAT IS THE MOST EMBARRASING CD ON YOUR SHELF? Starship's Greatest Hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME? Here I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-1540336608349686330?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/1540336608349686330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=1540336608349686330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/1540336608349686330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/1540336608349686330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-yes-another-quiz.html' title='Oh Yes! 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Ok it was just one but I am still perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;-Why is phonics so complicated within the English language?&lt;br /&gt;-Why do drivers around here risk hitting a pedestrian to turn left?&lt;br /&gt;-Why do I still have the ugly desk peppered with ugly snowboarding stickers (not to mention an I *heart* hooters sticker) that the prior tenant kindly left behind still perched in my living room after six monthes?&lt;br /&gt;-Why do people buy Bon jovi and Nickelback albums.&lt;br /&gt;-Why do we bother with prepositions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-5557067452705675566?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/5557067452705675566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828298465373560380.post-4323485056771693174</id><published>2008-03-29T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:26:42.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wedesday, March 28, 1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel okay the teacher don't look at this jornal so I could write stuff in it but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-4323485056771693174?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/4323485056771693174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=4323485056771693174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/4323485056771693174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/4323485056771693174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2008/03/wedesday-march-28-1990-i-feel-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-1520454889882107081</id><published>2008-02-18T17:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:28:01.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs I am not mature enough to be this close to 30.</title><content type='html'>Viewing microwave popcorn as a viable entree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours wasted through spider solitaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychological Addiction to hair straightening iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-consumption of fruit gushers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inability to commit to.....anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling mom it was seasoned chicken breast I cooked for supper even though we both knew I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt; and that it was only shake n bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owing on taxes from 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that the only people who are showing interest are the banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My preference of cereals with sugar as the main ingredient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat and mouse game I am playing with the telephone company, cable company heat and light, student loans......etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-1520454889882107081?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/1520454889882107081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=1520454889882107081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/1520454889882107081'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;(These things happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive spin, today is my one year anniversary with blogger.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To commemorate this joyous occasion, I shall smother blogger.com with wifely love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-8074386899849900155?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/8074386899849900155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=8074386899849900155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/8074386899849900155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828298465373560380.post-3028452228704365732</id><published>2008-01-28T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:26:04.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Therapy</title><content type='html'>I hate cooking. I have zero motivation to cook anything that requires more than 3 ingredients.   I have decided to blame this on my parents.  They failed to buy me that easy-bake oven at the tender age of eight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am at it I will blame them for my lack of domestic ability in cleaning.....why couldn't they get me one of those toy vaccuum cleaners that had all those little coloured pebbles in it? And one of those fisher price washer-dryer sets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How different would things be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I be sitting here today, writing a blog as my french fries cook on the oven.  With clothing strewn over the place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not serious of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-3028452228704365732?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/3028452228704365732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=3028452228704365732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3028452228704365732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3028452228704365732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-therapy.html' title='Blog Therapy'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-1108276864618112433</id><published>2008-01-27T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:28:12.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, Jan 27, 1989</title><content type='html'>I just came back from the library.  Science was ok.  Oh I can't wait for next Friday for two reasons&lt;br /&gt;1. I'ts going to be my birthday&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm getting my report cards back.  Well that kinda can wait but I want to know if I passed or not.  I know I passed my French test 93% what a relief.  I feel ok nothing really exciting happened today I'm going to have my writing test today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Jan 27, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just noting how much summative evaluation was used back in the day.  I wonder how well my current students would deal with that system.....So much more formative assessment used now. Better or worse....I am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a studious kid I was....geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also worth noting that I don't get quite so excited about my birthday these days...maybe I should though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-1108276864618112433?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/1108276864618112433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=1108276864618112433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/1108276864618112433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/1108276864618112433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursday-jan-27-1989.html' title='Thursday, Jan 27, 1989'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-7957033373507516315</id><published>2008-01-27T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:18:07.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wensday, January 26, 1989</title><content type='html'>I'm switting switting for two reasons  the two reasons are:&lt;br /&gt;1. because I'm hot&lt;br /&gt;2. because I am wondering if I passed some of my exams.  I'm a little sure I studied enough but did I check it over enough? (only once) I don't care if I didn't get 100% I care if I pass.  Oh I hope I passed I really do  I'll try my best to hope I passed because when we get our report cards back I'll be ten years old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-7957033373507516315?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/7957033373507516315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=7957033373507516315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/7957033373507516315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/7957033373507516315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2008/01/wensday-january-26-1989.html' title='Wensday, January 26, 1989'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-9010498599919731855</id><published>2008-01-20T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:46:55.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, January 20, 1989</title><content type='html'>When I come back from school I will be facing tests letters numbers blanks.  And when I get my report card back in early February which is the month I was born in and early there probilly talking about the 5th or 6th  I hope I'll pass my French exam part 2 is what I am concerned about the second page I beleive I got 1 right the rest is just wrong.  I'm not very good at French anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, January 20, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 years later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not that good at French&lt;br /&gt;Still facing letters numbers blanks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-9010498599919731855?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/9010498599919731855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=9010498599919731855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/9010498599919731855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/9010498599919731855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2008/01/friday-january-20-1989.html' title='Friday, January 20, 1989'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-2714174811694049885</id><published>2008-01-16T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:52:00.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last year of the roaring twenties bring new adventures...</title><content type='html'>Ok. So has anyone heard of that women in New York who challenged herself to do one thing a day that she has never done before. Ever. For everyday for her last year of her twenties? No? Yes? Well, I am planning on doing it too.  The same thing.  Well not the same things.  I have my own list I want to complete.  Well part of a list anyway.  Well actually I am not close to having 365 things but I will think of more....as the year progresses....And like her, I will chronicle it on blogger.  Because I like the idea.  So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the things I have thought of so far:&lt;br /&gt;-Watch the entire superbowl ---&gt; Should be easy considering it lands on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;-Call that 1800-number off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smarties&lt;/span&gt; box.&lt;br /&gt;-Busk on a street downtown for money. (I will give the $ to a charity)&lt;br /&gt;-Eat sushi.&lt;br /&gt;-Play a harp&lt;br /&gt;-Dye my own hair blue&lt;br /&gt;-Go to a zoo&lt;br /&gt;-Make pottery&lt;br /&gt;-Write my name in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Enter a poetry or writing contest&lt;br /&gt;-Write a famous person&lt;br /&gt;-Snowboard&lt;br /&gt;-Learn how to salsa (for real)&lt;br /&gt;-Decorate a cake&lt;br /&gt;-Adopt a pet rock&lt;br /&gt;-Oil paint&lt;br /&gt;-Eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; food out of cartons like they have in movies&lt;br /&gt;-Write a letter to a magazine or newspaper (and hopefully have it published)&lt;br /&gt;-Go to a roller skating rink.&lt;br /&gt;-Learn how to say a phrase in Serbian.&lt;br /&gt;-Wear something neon pink to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; that should get me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the first two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Could the 2-3 people who regularly check out my blog suggest anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks much.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-2714174811694049885?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/2714174811694049885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=2714174811694049885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2714174811694049885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2714174811694049885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-year-of-roaring-twenties-bring-new.html' title='Last year of the roaring twenties bring new adventures...'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-4195210051877612790</id><published>2007-12-28T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T06:33:46.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year Quiz</title><content type='html'>1. What did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before? Blogged.&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? No and Yes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth? No.&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die? No.&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit? Canada&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007? Energy.&lt;br /&gt;7. What dates from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? Aug 27. Started new teaching job, and Oct 18 Graduated with masters.&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? Masters and New job.&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure? I missed the bus a few times.&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury? A couple of viruses, nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought? Taylor Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did most of your money go? University&lt;br /&gt;13. What did you get really, really, really excited about? Finishing....Starting over...&lt;br /&gt;14. Compared to this time last year, are you:a) happier or sadder – Happier.b) thinner or fatter-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Same c&lt;/span&gt;) richer or poorer – Richer.&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you wish you'd done more of? Travelling.&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you wish you'd done less of? Thinking.&lt;br /&gt;17. How will you be spending Christmas? At home with my family.&lt;br /&gt;18. Did you fall in love in 2007? No.&lt;br /&gt;19. How many one-night stands? Zero.&lt;br /&gt;20. What was your favourite TV programme? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? No.&lt;br /&gt;22. What was the best book you read? The Bell Jar.&lt;br /&gt;23. What was your greatest musical discovery? Motown.&lt;br /&gt;24. What did you want and get? Masters and Job.&lt;br /&gt;25. What did you want and not get? An all expense paid trip to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your favourite film of this year? Knocked Up ( I did not see many films by the way)&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? Went to the market and bought blue berry wine....went home and drank it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. I turned 28.&lt;br /&gt;28. What is one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? How can one b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;egin&lt;/span&gt; to answer a question like that? Immeasurably?&lt;br /&gt;29. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007? Student to professional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;metamorphisisisis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What kept you sane? Running.&lt;br /&gt;31. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? No one.&lt;br /&gt;32. What political issue stirred you the most? War.&lt;br /&gt;33. Who did you miss? Family....friends...I don't see enough of&lt;br /&gt;34. Who was the best new person you met? I met lots of great people. I can't decide who is best.&lt;br /&gt;35. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007: Trust your instinct.&lt;br /&gt;36. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year: "gonna rise up, find my direction magnetically" - Eddie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vedder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-4195210051877612790?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/4195210051877612790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=4195210051877612790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/4195210051877612790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/4195210051877612790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year-quiz.html' title='Happy New Year Quiz'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-3908907388148657500</id><published>2007-12-28T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T06:36:38.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Who are you currently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;? Nobody&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you dating them? Yes, I date nobody.&lt;br /&gt;4. When was the last time you were truly happy with your life? Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whens&lt;/span&gt; the last time you showered? Yesterday. (no connection to the last question)&lt;br /&gt;6. If you're single, why? I have a detachment disorder.&lt;br /&gt;7. What did you do at your lowest point in life? Cried.&lt;br /&gt;8. What were the last two TV shows you watched? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; and Young and the Restless.&lt;br /&gt;9. Who's a celebrity you find extremely attractive? Ethan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hawke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When was the last time you saw your boyfriend/girlfriend? Please see number 6.&lt;br /&gt;13. Last kind of cereal that you ate? Reece Puffs.&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever cried and didn't know why? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;15. What are you wearing on your feet? A black sock and a brown sock.&lt;br /&gt;16. Who was the last person you slept in a bed with? Next...&lt;br /&gt;17. What year was your worst school picture taken? Grade 6, 7, 8 and 9. It is a four way tie.&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you have any plans for tomorrow? No.&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like your name? Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;21. What was the last thing you drew on? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, when was my last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in service&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you feel lonely at times? Yes, do you?&lt;br /&gt;25. Who was the last person to make you happy? Meaghan&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you have feelings for anyone, and if so, do they know? No and like no.&lt;br /&gt;27. Things you first notice about the opposite sex? Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;29. What usually causes your fights with your friends? I do not fight with them.&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever dated someone so ugly that everyone kept making fun of? Shallow.&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you like being in pictures? No.&lt;br /&gt;32. Who was the last person you've seen throw up in person? Some kid probably in school.&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever been more attracted to a significant other's sibling than them? No.&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you tend to fall for people easily? No.&lt;br /&gt;37. Have you spent more time in your life single, or in a relationship?Single.&lt;br /&gt;38. Is your bed room window open? No.&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you have any tattoos, if so which hurt the most? No.&lt;br /&gt;40. Where is your heart? In San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you know anyone with a lisp? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;44. Who was the last person to call, what did they call for? My brother's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;. They called to talk to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Who's&lt;/span&gt; sent you the oldest text message in your inbox? Phil&lt;br /&gt;46. Would you rather be cheated with, or on? On. I would not like the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;47. How many drugs have you done in the last 7 days? I am high on life.&lt;br /&gt;48. Who was the last person to make fun of you? My brother&lt;br /&gt;49. What was the last movie you watched? Reality Bites&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you like talking on the phone? It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-3908907388148657500?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/3908907388148657500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=3908907388148657500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3908907388148657500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3908907388148657500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-2365305019163838180</id><published>2007-12-05T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:51:22.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's call it a day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things that were not so good about today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Breakers not working.&lt;br /&gt;-Icey sidewalks&lt;br /&gt;-Luke warm tomato soup for lunch&lt;br /&gt;-Paper jams in the photo-copier&lt;br /&gt;-Surprise evaluation on worst lesson I have ever taught. (Can we say zero behavior management skills? Grim.)&lt;br /&gt;-MP3 player losing power in the middle of my run.&lt;br /&gt;-Going into repayment status for student loans.&lt;br /&gt;-Deadlines being pushed up.&lt;br /&gt;-Having to explain about amputated pinkie for zillionth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that were good about today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;Licourice&lt;br /&gt;-Coffee&lt;br /&gt;-Prospective blind date (could be not so good--&gt; stay tuned)&lt;br /&gt;-Smell of woodsmoke in the winter evening air&lt;br /&gt;-Jokes with co-workers&lt;br /&gt;-Reflection of myself in 12 year old guitarist when she plugged in her new electric acoustic guitar for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;-Music&lt;br /&gt;-Realizing I made it through another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-2365305019163838180?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/2365305019163838180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=2365305019163838180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2365305019163838180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2365305019163838180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/12/lets-call-it-day.html' title='Let&apos;s call it a day.'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-2549961025078460152</id><published>2007-11-10T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:16:33.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter Addressed to Myself</title><content type='html'>Dear Me at 14:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry that you have glasses the size of your face, a chest that would make a wall paint itself green with envy, an array of pimples or that you have a horrible taste in fashion. Look around you! It's called adolescence. Being popular is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;overrated. Y&lt;/span&gt;ou will eventually "catch up" with all those "popular" beauty queens who seem to have it all. You might even have a few chats with them years from now and though you will see that they are quite lovely people, you will also realize that they were no better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you really need to stop comparing yourself to others. You are not inferior to your peers just because you have yet to experience what they have experienced. So what if you have not kissed a boy or tried smoking? (especially smoking, don't go near it or I will kick your ass!!). You have lived only fourteen years on this earth, I know you have hear heard this a million times but you have many more years ahead of you. You have loads of time for that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of boys, stop spending your time and energy crushing on the popular hockey players. Trust me, although they are very cute and highly sought after by the rest of the girls in the school, you are missing out on other truly wonderful guys who will appreciate you for who you are and make you way happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And keep having those ridiculous recurring day dreams about owning a black electric fender guitar and playing thunderstruck on it in front of the whole school. And keep dreaming you can win an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Olympic&lt;/span&gt; gold medal in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;biathlon&lt;/span&gt; even though you have never skied or shot a rifle. And keep thinking that it's normal to play Stairway to Heaven on repeat for hours at a time. It is who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to have socially awkward moments like falling up the stairs or losing your cool in front of your crush, and being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; and turning a scarlet red. Nobody is perfect and it is not only you that has these moments. These socially awkward situations will occur way into adulthood (It was just the other day that I walked right into a floor cleaner in front of my co-workers). Just try to learn from them and have a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, you are developing a superb taste in music for your age. Except for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt;. Please can the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And try not to let "friends" who are fickle and always seem to be putting you down get to you too much. They have serious troubles of their own. They will discover how great you are someday and treat you with the respect you deserve. Either that or you'll find new ones who will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you feel that the weight of the world is on your shoulders and you can't feel any lower, talk to mom and dad about it. They understand you way better than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you are and will always be your own best f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;riend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish Strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at 28.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-2549961025078460152?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/2549961025078460152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=2549961025078460152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2549961025078460152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2549961025078460152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/11/letter-addressed-to-myself.html' title='A Letter Addressed to Myself'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-2231146134316808967</id><published>2007-11-04T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T13:48:58.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Fantastic Things that Have Happened in the Last Month.</title><content type='html'>To feel better about forgetting about paying my bills, lack of dates, an apartment I can't seem to keep clean and generally feeling incompetent at my job, I have compiled a list of five things to make it all seem better. Because self pity is just lame, I need to focus on the positive. Here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A spontaneous 1AM bag-pipe jam session at a recent party!---actual bag-pipes!---the guy was really talented! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Annnnd&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt; a string of hideous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jovi&lt;/span&gt; songs. Bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Halloween discount candy. I don't think this needs any further explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) That guy I can't seem to ask out, but he's awfully cute and nice so this makes it positive. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Muppet Show. Series Two. On DVD. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yessssss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Spinach Artichoke Dip. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. I am going to have some now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-2231146134316808967?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/2231146134316808967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=2231146134316808967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2231146134316808967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2231146134316808967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/11/five-fantastic-things-that-have.html' title='Five Fantastic Things that Have Happened in the Last Month.'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-101610512792876793</id><published>2007-10-21T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T14:16:48.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Room with a View.</title><content type='html'>Among the things visable from my window are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A trailor park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A 649 billboard advertising a 20 000 000 jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-101610512792876793?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828298465373560380.post-8584635116968333241</id><published>2007-10-08T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T14:07:44.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do List</title><content type='html'>I need to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan&lt;br /&gt;Self advocate&lt;br /&gt;Get dental and medical insurance&lt;br /&gt;See a doctor (or two or three)&lt;br /&gt;Consume more vegatables&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking I am ugly&lt;br /&gt;Buy orange juice&lt;br /&gt;Stop worrying about going blind&lt;br /&gt;Do something fun for New Year's Eve&lt;br /&gt;Pay my income tax from 2005&lt;br /&gt;Get outside today&lt;br /&gt;Invest in school supplies&lt;br /&gt;Stop procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;Floss daily&lt;br /&gt;Give to more charities&lt;br /&gt;Practice guitar&lt;br /&gt;Make a payment on my credit card&lt;br /&gt;Talk to old friends more&lt;br /&gt;Invest in a T.V.&lt;br /&gt;Buy new glasses&lt;br /&gt;Think more positively&lt;br /&gt;Be more assertive&lt;br /&gt;Get my wisdom teeth taken out&lt;br /&gt;Take vitamins&lt;br /&gt;Grow my nails longer on my right hand&lt;br /&gt;Set up telephone banking&lt;br /&gt;Buy a new shirt&lt;br /&gt;Ask that guy out&lt;br /&gt;Find a coffee shop that sells fair trade&lt;br /&gt;Stretch before running&lt;br /&gt;Buy drawers for my clothes&lt;br /&gt;Forgive myself&lt;br /&gt;Better manage my time&lt;br /&gt;Shave my legs&lt;br /&gt;Stop overanalyzing&lt;br /&gt;Smile more&lt;br /&gt;Wash my face&lt;br /&gt;Buy lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;Develop math programs for my students&lt;br /&gt;Focus&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to cook&lt;br /&gt;Remember&lt;br /&gt;Buy furniture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-8584635116968333241?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828298465373560380.post-3679896836575944235</id><published>2007-10-06T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:35:36.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why do so many people like to squeal their tires here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't some kids just learn how to read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always think I will pick up only one or two things at the grocery store and never get a cart and end up trying to carry fifteen items to the check out and making a complete ass out of myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone think I am ten years younger than I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hear of so many politicians and government r&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;epresentatives&lt;/span&gt; going out for lavish steak dinners every other night and yet so many kids are coming to school hungry every morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I put things off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not married or in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I find any decent fair trade coffee in this city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing this blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-3679896836575944235?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/3679896836575944235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=3679896836575944235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3679896836575944235'/><link rel='self' 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(Thanks Random Facebook Freind)</title><content type='html'>WRITE EXACTLY WHATS ON YOUR MIND, AND DON’T CHANGE IT&lt;br /&gt;1. Your ‘ex’ and You = Indifferent&lt;br /&gt;2. I am listening to = Pete Yorn&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe I should = Pack&lt;br /&gt;4. I love = Music&lt;br /&gt;5. My best friend(s) = Moi&lt;br /&gt;6. I don’t understand = Lots of things&lt;br /&gt;7. I have lost my respect for = Where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;8. I last ate = Hot dogs on Pita bread--&gt; Big mistake pita breads are too chewy in nature to be used in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;9. The meaning of my display name is = Family name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preceded&lt;/span&gt; by a feminine version of my dad's name&lt;br /&gt;10. I will always be = Learning&lt;br /&gt;11. Love seems to = Uh.....be profound and like deep or something&lt;br /&gt;12. I never ever want to lose = Sense of humor and hope&lt;br /&gt;13. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Myspam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I get annoyed when = I encounter red tape&lt;br /&gt;15. Parties = Potential good times&lt;br /&gt;16. Simple Kisses = Goodness&lt;br /&gt;17. Today I = Procrastinated&lt;br /&gt;18. I wish = I could be cool&lt;br /&gt;TODAY HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;01. Have you cursed?: Probably&lt;br /&gt;02. Have you gotten mad at someone?: No.&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM-&lt;br /&gt;Q:Is there a person who is on your mind right now?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any siblings?: 3 older brothers&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you want children?: At this moment, no.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often?: I try but sometimes I forget to and those are the times some random jerk on the street informs me to smile and I will look nicer and this pisses me off to no end.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you untie your shoes every time you take them off? With my runners I do.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are your toenails painted?: Yes, light blue&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who’s bed others than yours do you sleep in?: Just people I visits, well not their beds per say but their spare beds&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color shirt are you wearing? Grey&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 9pm yesterday?: Holy crap that was a full 24 hours ago, I can't remember that!&lt;br /&gt;Q: I can’t wait until: I do not want to wish away time at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-3434477703183524072?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/3434477703183524072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=3434477703183524072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3434477703183524072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3434477703183524072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-that-was-enlightening-sequel-to.html' title='Well That Was Enlightening: The Sequel to Part Deux. (Thanks Random Facebook Freind)'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-4027237451758198775</id><published>2007-08-10T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:31:03.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just have to say.</title><content type='html'>It does not do much for your self-image when&lt;br /&gt;you are walking down the street and&lt;br /&gt;you stop at an intersection and&lt;br /&gt;the car pulled up behind you&lt;br /&gt;has a stereo that is playing&lt;br /&gt;Fat-bottomed girls by Queen&lt;br /&gt;at a very high volume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-4027237451758198775?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/4027237451758198775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=4027237451758198775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/4027237451758198775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/4027237451758198775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-just-have-to-say.html' title='I just have to say.'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-2696152018663010082</id><published>2007-08-06T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:08:03.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign of Emotional Maturity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have lost count of how many times I have watched Reality Bites. But I was watching it the other night and made a staggering realization. I disagree with Wynona's choice of Ethan over Ben! I couldn't believe it! But I see now that Ben is ultimately the guy who is not only responsible but he respects and genuinely cares for her. Sure Ethan is an attractive musician with an alluring aloofness but man he is such a jerk! (and I bet if this movie was made today he would be all emo--&gt;yuck) And I get this now. Am I emotionally mature or what??!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-2696152018663010082?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/2696152018663010082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=2696152018663010082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2696152018663010082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2696152018663010082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/08/sketchy-landlords-samosas-ben-stiller.html' title='Sign of Emotional Maturity'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-6378793642524739871</id><published>2007-07-08T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:53:53.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes and Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; this will be a serious one. For the most part. I will not get too morbid. (your welcome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;negatory&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fears:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blindness in a literal and figurative sense&lt;br /&gt;Failure&lt;br /&gt;Isolation&lt;br /&gt;Giant Black Poodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performing&lt;br /&gt;Myself (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ooooh&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Critics&lt;br /&gt;Climate Change&lt;br /&gt;Starting over&lt;br /&gt;Driving&lt;br /&gt;Violence&lt;br /&gt;Getting caught in elevator doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hopes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;br /&gt;World Peace&lt;br /&gt;To make meaningful contributions to other's lives&lt;br /&gt;Confidence acquisition&lt;br /&gt;All expense paid trip to Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;Ability to trust and take risks&lt;br /&gt;Adventures&lt;br /&gt;Euphoria&lt;br /&gt;Good Metabolism&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance&lt;br /&gt;Endurance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-6378793642524739871?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/6378793642524739871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=6378793642524739871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/6378793642524739871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/6378793642524739871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/07/hopes-and-fears.html' title='Hopes and Fears'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-4249105539429220790</id><published>2007-06-30T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:20:05.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 courses in 11 monthes</title><content type='html'>I am done. Already.  It has all come and gone so quickly that I sometimes wonder if it all really happened.  Then I look at my loan statement and think otherwise. Anyway, I have dropped the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; course due to the simple reason that I did not need it to complete my degree. Also the email I received from the instructor did not compel me to stay enrolled. Words like 'homework assignment' before classes start along with readings entitled 'pedagogy primer' would send anyone running, I think. Can anyone tell me the exact meaning of pedagogy by the way? A B.ed and M.ed has not made this term any clearer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt; weird time because I am saying goodbye to the wonderful people I have met throughout the year.  I realize that this was envitable but it has happened so suddenly...one second they were here then poof...gone....(temporarily or otherwise) moved on to places such as China, London and Cape Breton. They did not have the decency to acknowledge that the world revolves around me and thus remain here until I have left. I miss them. So far beer on tap and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;twizzlers&lt;/span&gt; have not filled the void. I have recently moved on to red wine and movies starring Ethan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hawke&lt;/span&gt;. Will let you know how that pans out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one of my friends put it: "we always will have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;". Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now time to think about the times ahead....new job...new home....real world crap. I find this exciting and terrifying. But I will prepare as much as I can and think positively (this probably means excluding terms like "real world crap" in the future).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glass is half full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I have to say for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-4249105539429220790?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/4249105539429220790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=4249105539429220790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/4249105539429220790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/4249105539429220790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/06/11-courses-in-11-monthes.html' title='11 courses in 11 monthes'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-8457831939842032265</id><published>2007-06-26T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T19:15:05.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, That was Enlightening, Part Deux (Thanks Brother)</title><content type='html'>1. Your Middle Name: May, Joyce&lt;br /&gt;2. Age: 28&lt;br /&gt;3. Single or Taken: Single&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite Movie: When Harry Met Sally&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite Song or Album: ColdPlay--&gt;Rush of Blood to the Head (I think)&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite Band/Artist: Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;7. Dirty or Clean: Clirty&lt;br /&gt;8. Tattoos and/or Piercings: Nada&lt;br /&gt;9. Do we know each other outside of LJ?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;10. What's your philosophy on life?: Drink coffee and be happy&lt;br /&gt;11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?: Half Full (except during that time of the month when everything is crap)&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest? Of Course&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favorite memory of us? Eating sour jubes on random park benches in St. John's on a sunny day. And of course watching Saturday morning cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your favorite guilty pleasure? Social networking websites and twizzlers&lt;br /&gt;15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you: Used to play at open mike nites just for the free beer as a poor student&lt;br /&gt;16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarkey) - Love, more love and a free condo (fully furnished) in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;17. Can we get together and make a cake? Yah. It would have to be Cheesecake though&lt;br /&gt;18. Which country is your spiritual home? Poland---joking--&gt;I have no idea (I have nothing against Poland though)&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your big weakness? Beer on tap&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you think I'm a good person? Yes (!)&lt;br /&gt;21. What was your best/favorite subject at school: English/Gym&lt;br /&gt;22. Describe your accent: West Coast of NL&lt;br /&gt;23. If you could change anything about me, would you? Never.&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you wear to sleep? T-shirts, night gowns, pj pants...etc&lt;br /&gt;25. Trousers or skirts? Skirts&lt;br /&gt;26. Cigarettes or alcohol? Alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together? Eat sourjubes on a random park bench (except the yellow ones) and laugh a lot&lt;br /&gt;28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you? Tada....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-8457831939842032265?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/8457831939842032265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=8457831939842032265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/8457831939842032265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/8457831939842032265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/06/1.html' title='Well, That was Enlightening, Part Deux (Thanks Brother)'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-328368385990699053</id><published>2007-06-22T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T17:17:40.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights and Epiphanies.... Freddy Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My time in exotic Fredericton is coming to an end. I decided to compile a list of highlights and epiphanies that occurred throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlights:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing a skunk at night the size of a labrador retriever (ah no exageration)--&gt;scary and exciting all at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing a real pumpkin sacrifice---&gt; oh yeah been waitin' my whole life for that one.&lt;br /&gt;The Samosa Controversy at the Farmers' Market--&gt;intense&lt;br /&gt;Finger Painting in a Grad Class.&lt;br /&gt;Discovering that some people out there are crazy enough to dye their canine's fur blue&lt;br /&gt;Pondering the function of a tantruming three year old's behavior in Chapters--&gt;Thank-you Professer of Introduction to Emotional Behavioral Disorders. Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Simulating the research process while playing with dinkies and road map sketched on a chaulkboard.&lt;br /&gt;Watching a stuffed donkey do smack.&lt;br /&gt;The Rockin' Rodeo--&gt; Use your imagination&lt;br /&gt;Seeing an actual beaver run accross campus--&gt; This happened, I stand by it.&lt;br /&gt;Having women in long black coats try to convert me. No, I don't want to learn about Jesus our Saviour and the pathway to righteousness today and I certainly do not want one of your business cards. Thanks all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epiphanies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone has a Phd doesn't mean you will learn anything from them.&lt;br /&gt;$1 spent at the dollar store is not always $1 well spent.&lt;br /&gt;Wheat thins are no substitute for real nachos.&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is evil and something I am determined to conquer, however this will happen later in life.&lt;br /&gt;Social networking website=Time suckage of the worst kind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spell-checker=a@# saver (i.e. I have somehow lost my ability to spell) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Forrest Gump had it right: Life is indeed like a box of chocolates....mmm chocolate&lt;br /&gt;It is possible to live without a T.V.&lt;br /&gt;Ketchup is a sketchy and relentless substance that will fuse on your plates and not come off without hours of soaking. This makes me think twice about eating it. But only twice. I always end up eating it.&lt;br /&gt;Take out coffee and itunes=Money suckage of the worst kind.&lt;br /&gt;Credit card companies will find you anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;A pot of coffee CAN turn my day around.&lt;br /&gt;I will be thirty in two years.&lt;br /&gt;Red Wines costing under $12.00 are the same quality at that point---&gt; Save four dollars and opt for the $7.92 bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-328368385990699053?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/328368385990699053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=328368385990699053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/328368385990699053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/328368385990699053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/06/highlights-and-epiphanies-freddy-style.html' title='Highlights and Epiphanies.... Freddy Style'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-4708628712523763075</id><published>2007-05-16T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T12:21:14.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture it: Deer Lake, 2001...</title><content type='html'>A 22 year old woman from a small town in Newfoundland, is about to embark on a journey to Toronto.  She is hungover, sleep deprived, and a little distraught about a huge fight she had with her mother earlier that morning.  Not wanting to make small talk with anyone on the plane that is departing to Halifax, she sinks back in her seat, and closes her eyes. and attempts to catch up on some much needed sleep.  Slowly, slowly, she drifts into a state of peaceful sleep as the rest of the passengers trickle into the plane until PLUNK a man sits into the seat next to her and talks loudly to himself about the number of the seat......she opens her eyes ever so briefly and closes them again only for the man to abruptly turn and introduce himself and provide her with too much information regarding his occupation and overall feelings about flying and dash eights and etc.  She is mildly annoyed but smiles politely and nods and closes her eyes once again hoping he will "get the hint". He doesn't.  The following dialogue ensues:&lt;br /&gt;Man: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soooooo&lt;/span&gt; I fly a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Oh&lt;br /&gt;Man: Yeah, I have come across many different people over the years.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: I bet.&lt;br /&gt;Man: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; I have this thing I do when I meet people I fly with.....&lt;br /&gt;Woman; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mmmmhmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Yeah you see I ask them what the most bizarre or funny name they have ever encountered. For example, I once heard of this guy whose first name was Bob and second name was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Loblaw&lt;/span&gt; as in the f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ood&lt;/span&gt; store chain, you see?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Sure&lt;br /&gt;Man: Well it doesn't seem so bad when I say it like that but when you put the two names together you get Bob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Loblaw&lt;/span&gt;, its pretty darn funny....*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gufaw&lt;/span&gt; gufaw.....snort...gufaw*&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Ha....ha....ha&lt;br /&gt;Man: I mean what do some parents really think when they name their children? *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gufaw&lt;/span&gt;.....snort*&lt;br /&gt;Woman: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mmmmhmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...ha&lt;br /&gt;Man: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; whats your funny name? Come on!&lt;br /&gt;Woman (amazed she is actually reciprocating): Well there was once this girl I went to school with....her first name was Madonna and her last name was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Knott&lt;/span&gt;....and when the teachers called her full name in class...Madonna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Knott&lt;/span&gt; it kind of sounded like that Muppet Show song so a few of the boys went " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt;" in the background.&lt;br /&gt;Man: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Oooooooh&lt;/span&gt; ah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a good one good one....*gufaw...snort*&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Yeah, ah, Thanks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the end of the conversation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Readers....that woman....was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I am remembering this conversation , but I am hoping that writing a blog about it will purge me of this memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and Madonna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Knott&lt;/span&gt; or Bob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Loblaw&lt;/span&gt;, if you happen to be reading this....sorry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-4708628712523763075?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/4708628712523763075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=4708628712523763075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/4708628712523763075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/4708628712523763075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/05/picture-it-deer-lake-2001.html' title='Picture it: Deer Lake, 2001...'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-3485186229873864475</id><published>2007-05-11T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T10:58:36.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrogen Overload</title><content type='html'>I need this moment to be immature and shallow. This is my one and only time. (I swear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was running (surprise) and I catch up to this girl (and I refer to her as a girl instead of a woman for a reason)  in her mid to late twenties walking with a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something struck me about this gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was wearing a very short skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, short enough for me to write a blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was long enough to cover barely her butt.  Usually skirts of this length are accompanied by leggings or tights and a pair of figure skates. Not with this girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would have made any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laker&lt;/span&gt;-girl look like a prude.  I mean really. Why does one choose to expose so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean Pussy Cat Dolls auditions are in the next room.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shoppin&lt;/span&gt;' for a baby, don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; buy your clothes at Baby Gap!&lt;br /&gt;Don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing before I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-claw myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tight white pants are NEVER EVER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I am done now. Now where were those nail clippers.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-3485186229873864475?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/3485186229873864475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=3485186229873864475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3485186229873864475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3485186229873864475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/05/estrogen-overload.html' title='Estrogen Overload'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-7886868597162980743</id><published>2007-05-01T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:18:10.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day in the Life of a Single Female Grad Student</title><content type='html'>645am: First alarm goes off....it is abruptly turned off.  Proceed to roll over. Yeah, so I am REALLY going to get up at that kind of hour when I am not required to by employment or other commitments...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; why do I even set alarm for that hour?...I can be optimistic when I wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;919am: It occurs to me that I should get out of bed. So I do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;925am: Check up on social networking websites that shall remain nameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;930am: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Percolate&lt;/span&gt; coffee, toast bagel...drink water....usual breakfast routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;940am: Consider the meaning of life while drinking a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am: Time for daily run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130: Back from run. Time for a shower. Oh yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1145: Dry and straighten hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1200: Smoothie time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm: Leave apartment to complete errands (which ends up to be a complete waste of time which most errands usually end up being.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm: Back from pointless errands. Check email.  Prof has sent an email with a 40page journal article and assignment that is due next week. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;330pm: Prepare leftover store bought pizza for early supper. Discover that bread knife purchased at dollar store for a buck the previous day cannot cut left-over store bought pizza. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm: Read a portion of the journal article from class. Marvel at how getting down to work so early. Such Initiative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;430pm: Get things together for class. Decide that take-out coffee is a necessity today.  Will not make it through a 3hour class without one. Proceed to buy coffee and go to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;715pm: Back from class. Enjoy a glass of wine with some cheese and crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;730pm: Check Social networking site-again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;735pm: In a sudden burst of energy, clean bathroom and kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;755pm: Marvel at how clean the kitchen and Bathroom are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm: Drink some more wine. Eat some more cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;815: Call mom and talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm: Write blog about a day in the life of a female single grad student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-7886868597162980743?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/7886868597162980743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=7886868597162980743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/7886868597162980743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/7886868597162980743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-in-life-of-single-female-grad.html' title='Day in the Life of a Single Female Grad Student'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-6435493258298130556</id><published>2007-04-02T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:10:03.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This moment of insanity is brought to you by the letter I.</title><content type='html'>I would like to pass along an interesting thought process that occurred to me while running today. It was a cloudy day and all the snow and ice had pretty much melted leaving an incredible amount of dust and debris behind. The City of Fredericton is super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conscientious&lt;/span&gt; about cleanliness and appearance and has therefore employed people (mostly men) to sweep this dust away from the sidewalks onto the road. I ran past at least 40 of these men in bright orange vests over white shirts and jeans. Blame it on the endorphins generated by running but I had the most hilarious thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would it not be funny if all these men with their brooms spontaneously broke out into a choreographed song and dance? You know, Broadway Musical Style--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skipping about with pointed toes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;maneuvering&lt;/span&gt; their brooms ever so skillfully while singing about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disparages&lt;/span&gt; of sweeping dust off a sidewalk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to most people this would not be funny. I realize that. But it gave me the most uncontrollable urge to smile. Kind of made me think of that Deep Thoughts with Jack Handy skit on the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SNL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; episodes. Which made me smile even more.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-6435493258298130556?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/6435493258298130556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=6435493258298130556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/6435493258298130556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/6435493258298130556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-moment-of-insanity-is-brought-to.html' title='This moment of insanity is brought to you by the letter I.'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-7895861276047877654</id><published>2007-03-24T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T16:34:13.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well that was enlightening...</title><content type='html'>55odd things about you.&lt;br /&gt;1. Height? Five feet, four inches &lt;--How is this odd?&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever smoked heroin? No&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun? No&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous before "meeting the parents"? Yes&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs? They are good to eat once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favorite Christmas song? Hark the Harold Angels Sing&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Coffee&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do push ups? No&lt;br /&gt;10. Is your bathroom clean? Yes&lt;br /&gt;11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? Silver Locket&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like painkillers? Yes&lt;br /&gt;13. Look to your left. What do you see? A wall&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have A.D.D.? Sorry, what was that?&lt;br /&gt;16. Middle Name? May and Joyce&lt;br /&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? 1.What am I thinking about? 2.This is a waste of time. 3. I need to buy coffee cream.&lt;br /&gt;18. Name the last 3 things you bought in the last day. 1. Snickers bar. 2. A dozen bagels 3. Kit Kat bar&lt;br /&gt;19. Name 3 drinks you regularly. 1.Coffee 2. Water 3. Wine&lt;br /&gt;20. Dream car? I honestly do not care for cars.&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite Concert? Pearl Jam at Mile One&lt;br /&gt;22. Current worry? Lack of Money&lt;br /&gt;23. Current hate? Bills&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite place to be? Backyard of my parents' house&lt;br /&gt;25. Least favorite place to be? Waiting room at the Doctor's office&lt;br /&gt;26. Where would you like to go? Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you own slippers? Yes&lt;br /&gt;28. What shirt are you wearing? A grey polo styled shirt&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you burn or tan? Burn then tan&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite color(s). Blue&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you be a pirate? No, they are too mean&lt;br /&gt;32. Name something that happened to you in 1995. I nailed a fade away three pointer during a basketball game. My first and only.&lt;br /&gt;33. What songs do you sing in the shower? Respect by Aretha Franklin, Golden Years by David Bowie, and Ticket to Ride by The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child? I had these creepy fuzzy blue dog slippers with glow in the dark eyes...&lt;br /&gt;35. What's in your pockets right now? Lint&lt;br /&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh? Accidently dumping half a bottle of vinegar on my french fries.&lt;br /&gt;37. Best bed sheets as a child? Strawberry Shortcake&lt;br /&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had? I cut my pinky finger off in a lawn chair. I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you need a haircut? YES&lt;br /&gt;40. How many TVs do you have in your house? 0&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend? Meredith&lt;br /&gt;42. Who is your most silent friend? I do not exactly have any "silent" friends.&lt;br /&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you? I really have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you wish on shooting stars? Yes&lt;br /&gt;45. What is your favorite book? Cat's Eye by Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite candy? Sourjubes&lt;br /&gt;47. What song do/did you want played at your wedding? Wink and a Smile by Harry Connick Jr. or a Kiss to Build a Dream on by Louis Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;48. What song do you want played at your funeral? Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;49. What were you doing 12 AM last night? Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the first thing you did when you woke up this morning? Looked out my bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;51.What is your favourite season? Fall&lt;br /&gt;52. What is your sesame street alter ego? Cookie Monster&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you shower daily? For the most part.&lt;br /&gt;54. Have you ever eaten sushi? Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;55. Can you curl your tongue? yeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-7895861276047877654?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/7895861276047877654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=7895861276047877654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/7895861276047877654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/7895861276047877654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/03/50-odd-things-about-you.html' title='Well that was enlightening...'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-7872214970049926966</id><published>2007-03-13T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:42:11.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Memories</title><content type='html'>Although I try not to be someone who has a "soundtrack to life", there are songs that take me back in time. I must note that the reason for these associations is the sheer contrast between the meaning behind the lyrics and some of the the ridiculous scenarios I happened to be in. Other times I do find an eerie connection. And sometimes, there is just no logical explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the songs and times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 years old. Big Glasses. Frizzy hair. Tapered jeans. Tight top revealing cleavage I do not have. Bad perfume. Video Dance. First date ever. I am dancing with him. He is completely wasted. Can barely stand up. Sloppy smile. He is feeling pretty darn good. I look over to see that my best friend is dancing with the boy I am really "in love" with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Playing: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whatta&lt;/span&gt; Man. Artist: Salt -N-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pepa&lt;/span&gt; Featuring En Vogue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 years old. Participating in the winter carnival lip sync. In front of the whole school. With four friends. Standing like statues. Except for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Impromptu&lt;/span&gt; miming. Maybe we should have rehearsed this more than once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song playing: Express Yourself. Artist: Madonna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 years old. Friend's parents are away. It is Christmas. So she has a big Christmas party. I might have had too many. No longer sober. Then I hear the coolest song. I am compelled to sing along quite loudly to this song. In front of everyone. I am the song. The song is me. "I'm special, so special"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song playing: Brass in Pocket. Artist: The Pretenders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;12 years old. Hanging out. With friends. They are dating boys. I am not. They are talking about boys. I become disengaged from the conversation. My attention is instead directed towards the most magical song on my friend's cassette player. Inspiration. I come to the conclusion that I will not be an official guitarist until I learn how to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song playing: Stairway to Heaven. Artist: Led Zeppelin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 years old. Starting university. First night in residence. First night on my own. Lots of crazy strangers. And I live in the same building as them. They are drunk. They are loud. I mingle. Wide eyed. Then I resign to my new room. It is not even 12am. I am exhausted. Overwhelmed by new freedom and uncertainty. I fall asleep despite all the butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song playing: Silver Springs. Artist: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fleetwood&lt;/span&gt; Mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 years old. It is morning. I am physically and emotionally exhausted. I was awoken at 4am by the sound of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; hitting the wall. Altercation. Her boyfriend was beating her up again. I summoned the courage to threaten to call the police if he did not leave. Stomach in knots. She told me it was all her fault. That is what she believes. "A vampire or a victim--it depends on who's around"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song playing: Far Away So Close. Artist U2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 years old. Said my goodbyes. I am going to start over. Sixteenth hour of travelling. Thirty minutes from home. End of daylight is approaching. The only things that seem to be moving are the bus and the beautiful sun. The bus is moving to the tempo. The sun is setting to the melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song playing: Brothers on a Hotel Bed. Artist: Death Cab for Cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It is good to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-7872214970049926966?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/7872214970049926966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=7872214970049926966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/7872214970049926966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/7872214970049926966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-cheeseball.html' title='Music and Memories'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-2418884573039645503</id><published>2007-03-06T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:38:32.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Development</title><content type='html'>It is that time. I am nearing the end of my masters program, anxiously awaiting to be thrust back out into the wonderful world of work and repayment status. In anticipation of the job hunt, I have decided to revamp that resume and cover letter. And while I know I am emerging from university as a sought after and highly skilled professional, I take nothing for granted. I have therefore developed a list of skills/titles/zany habits that I ought to exclude from this new and improved resume. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Titles:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall Starer&lt;br /&gt;User of Snooze Button&lt;br /&gt;Plant Killer (not intentionally!!)&lt;br /&gt;Burner of Pasta, Rice, and Microwave Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Chaser of Metro-bus&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive Coffee Drinker&lt;br /&gt;Channel Flicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Avoider&lt;/span&gt; of lawn chairs&lt;br /&gt;Extreme Procrastinator&lt;br /&gt;Writer of Blogs&lt;br /&gt;Beer drinker/guzzler&lt;br /&gt;Analyzer of um stuff&lt;br /&gt;Bus Monitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skills:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Highly skilled at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tetris&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Commodore 64 Proficient"&lt;br /&gt;"Ability to retain vast amounts of information regarding pop culture"&lt;br /&gt;"Ability to sleep in past 12pm on any given day"&lt;br /&gt;"Can touch nose with tongue"&lt;br /&gt;"Has perfected the art of making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kraft&lt;/span&gt; dinner"&lt;br /&gt;"Ability to spin basketball on one finger for approximately 2.5 minutes"&lt;br /&gt;"Highly skilled at 'Rock and Roll Jeopardy'"&lt;br /&gt;"Ability to play 'Stairway to Heaven' on guitar while sleeping"&lt;br /&gt;"Ability to drink a full bottle of red wine in one setting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awards:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Member- Grade Five Floor Hockey Champs, 1989&lt;br /&gt;Best Grade Six Penmanship-1991&lt;br /&gt;Foul Shooting Champ-1993&lt;br /&gt;"Little Miss RA--AA" 2000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-2418884573039645503?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/2418884573039645503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=2418884573039645503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2418884573039645503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/2418884573039645503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/03/career-development.html' title='Career Development'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-5035859211381935912</id><published>2007-03-01T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:13:12.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>questions</title><content type='html'>I have spent the longest time relying on other people to answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am I talented?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I dedicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Do I work &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am I &lt;em&gt;competent&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I crazy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt; crazy &lt;em&gt;enough?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do I make a good friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I make sense?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I have enough fun?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I &lt;/strong&gt;think &lt;strong&gt;too much?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;enough?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I love enough?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it occurred to me, the person who really needs to answer these questions is (drum roll)......me.   How did I miss that?  Did I want to miss that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also occurred to me that I should slack off in the "asking questions" department.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-5035859211381935912?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/5035859211381935912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=5035859211381935912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/5035859211381935912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/5035859211381935912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/03/questions.html' title='questions'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-4627834920992656986</id><published>2007-02-22T19:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T20:07:11.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to Know.</title><content type='html'>My desk is a chaotic place .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my attention was diverted from an action packed adventure of a journal article to a little piece of paper nestled between a tube of blistex and a sharpie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know where it came from nor how it found its way to my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It resembles one of those bits of paper you might find in a fortune cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are capable of seeing a philosophic meaning in the everyday events of life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I was compelled to write a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it all mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this little piece of paper know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be very odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-4627834920992656986?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/4627834920992656986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=4627834920992656986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/4627834920992656986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/4627834920992656986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-to-know.html' title='Good to Know.'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-3169460703710289974</id><published>2007-02-17T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T18:40:17.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What Dreams are Made of....</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the things (for lack of a better word) I have aspired to be at different points in my life. Eric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Erikson&lt;/span&gt; might have had fun with this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Childhood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Ventriloquist&lt;br /&gt;Store-keeper&lt;br /&gt;Nurse&lt;br /&gt;Professional Roller-Skater&lt;br /&gt;Housewife&lt;br /&gt;Perfume maker&lt;br /&gt;Biologist--specializing in insects&lt;br /&gt;Back-up dancer for Debbie Gibson or Janet Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Back-up singer for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Starship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress on "Another World"&lt;br /&gt;Waitress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Adolescence&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Worker&lt;br /&gt;Olympic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Speed skater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Journalist&lt;br /&gt;Waitress in one of those 60's themed restaurants where they wear roller-skates and poodle-skirts.&lt;br /&gt;Nurse&lt;br /&gt;Grammy winning musician&lt;br /&gt;Physio-therapist&lt;br /&gt;Actress&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;br /&gt;Guidance Counsellor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Adulthood":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guidance Counsellor&lt;br /&gt;Elementary Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Writer of Children's Literature&lt;br /&gt;Marathon Runner&lt;br /&gt;Occupational Therapist&lt;br /&gt;Classical Guitarist&lt;br /&gt;Music Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Massage Therapist&lt;br /&gt;Resource Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and when your deepest thoughts are broken, keep on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dreamin'&lt;/span&gt; boy cause when you stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dreamin&lt;/span&gt;' it's time to die..." from Change by Blind Melon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-3169460703710289974?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/3169460703710289974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=3169460703710289974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3169460703710289974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/3169460703710289974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/02/thats-what-dreams-are-made-of.html' title='That&apos;s What Dreams are Made of....'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330316294413156361</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-8828298465373560380.post-4985771583788299636</id><published>2007-02-16T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:30:13.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What? Rules? I never cease to amaze myself...</title><content type='html'>This is a official /personal code of conduct (if that should even exist) for my blog:&lt;br /&gt;I Donna Shall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid at all costs the use of : ) or :P or : ( or : S or any other absurd combination of punctuation marks/letters to convey any kind of emotion. I will instead use (gasp) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actual Words!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain from writing LOL after any random comment....For example "I am shy...until you get to know me...Then you will discover how much of a wine drinking whore I can really be..LOL" Alright, clearly, disclosing that I am a wine drinking whore on blogger.com did not make me "laugh out loud" and chances are, it did not make you "laugh out loud" either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only speak positively of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid self deprecating humour. Because I am beautiful. And I am not being sarcastic. Because then I would be breaking this rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resist the urge to erase something I have written because I think it might be inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828298465373560380-4985771583788299636?l=anddonnawashername.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/feeds/4985771583788299636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828298465373560380&amp;postID=4985771583788299636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/4985771583788299636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828298465373560380/posts/default/4985771583788299636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anddonnawashername.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-rules-i-never-cease-to-amaze.html' title='What? 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