<?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-13902424</id><updated>2012-01-31T10:22:09.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey's Tree House- come Hang out for a bit</title><subtitle type='html'>If You Must Pick Bewteen 2 Evils, Choose the One You've Never Done Before!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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hence why the interal pain-  Well, Zithromax is a wonderdrug- except that I am in the 5% range that get dizzy, cramps and naseau from it as a side affect-  oh well- to keep my ears from feeling like they are going to blow- it's worth it to me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else going on- did my taxes, and whooo hooo- getting a nice chunk back- though part will pay for the new computer-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-6995813539841511130?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/6995813539841511130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=6995813539841511130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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going to be nappy time real soon-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on for the weekend- going to watch the Polar Plunge at the VA Beach oceanfront tomorrow- one of my friends/co-workers is crazy enough to dip in the cold water-  so, why not watch-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Bowl- ummmm probably end up at Baja Cantina for the hell of it- close to home, cheap beers and free food during the game-  can't beat that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-4011267516444378619?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/4011267516444378619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=4011267516444378619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/4011267516444378619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/4011267516444378619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-right-now-i-am-home-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-3591173968136153857</id><published>2007-01-31T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:00:02.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been awhile</title><content type='html'>Since the beginning of the month-  well I can't access blogger @ Work and then my home computer died-s o I bought a nice new one-and it arrived yesterday.   But that's not all the reason why I haven't blogged- I work w/ computers day in and day out- heck if computers weren't invented my profession wouldn't even be around.  Life has been busy in certain ways- But that's all I'll say-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-3591173968136153857?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/3591173968136153857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=3591173968136153857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/3591173968136153857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/3591173968136153857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-been-awhile.html' title='it&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-2780462563880724319</id><published>2007-01-03T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:58:25.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>Is definitely not fair-  and if anyone tries to sell you anything different- Come talk some people I know-  First example- my sister Michelle- she's 37-and has been type 1 diabetes since oh birth-  and now was recently diagnosed w/ Rheumatoid Arthritis- yeah it's a genetic thing- but here's the kicker- back when my sister was adopted there wasn't all those nice laws about handing over all the medical- so now we have to try and hunt down her original birth parents- mind- ones she has never &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chosen&lt;/span&gt; before to ever try and meet in her life-  both my sisters are adopted, but to see us all together maybe by looks you'd know, but we are definitely family-  and neither of my sisters have never felt the need to find out who their real parents are-  So now it's almost a cruel twist of fate for her to hunt them down, just for the reason of medical knowledge and history. not for anything else, but that purpose. So that's not going to be a fun emotional ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second example- my other half-  at 26 he's been diagnosed w/ 2 types of genetic liver diseases/disorders (NASH and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hemacromatosis&lt;/span&gt;)  type II diabetes and now there is something gone awry in his back- they're not sure if it's a torn muscle, a disc problem or what- the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Initial&lt;/span&gt; X-rays came back w/ a oddity- what looks like a calcium deposit in the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vertebrate&lt;/span&gt; or something along those lines-  So now- at the earliest opening (which is at the end of the month- Jan 29&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;)  he has an MRI to find out what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today  I was complaining at the gym that my knees hurt- but that's probably because I am still carrying way to many pounds on my body- not because of genetics or anything- so I just need to tighten back up on my points counting and continuing going to the gym and stop thinking that life is hard-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-2780462563880724319?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/2780462563880724319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=2780462563880724319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/2780462563880724319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/2780462563880724319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2007/01/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-4332335299618350673</id><published>2007-01-01T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:30:14.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year...</title><content type='html'>Means lots of different things to many people.. This year, as I wander through this day in the haze of a hangover and what not I've come to a decision about a few things, and well the first thing I can say-  I'm ready for the next thing- the next step, and ready to say goodbye to some old things/habits/choices...   You may know what I am talking about, you may think you have a clue, but &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; you don't- I'm ready to say good bye to some things/persons etc... and no  longer worry about the resulting consequences.    So, till the next time -   Here's to hoping all you out there in blogger world will have a very fruitful and prosperous 007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-4332335299618350673?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/4332335299618350673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=4332335299618350673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/4332335299618350673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/4332335299618350673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='New Year...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-6245954265694407587</id><published>2006-12-20T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T21:40:40.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Boys, Bad Boys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watcha gonna do? When they come for you-....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in my little corner of the world, there was what could have been an episdoe of Cops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay- so, Jared has duty tonight and I'm home curled up in bed, watching tv.  And all of a sudden there is red lights flashing and a Fire Truck out side my window-  So at first I'm like, what's on fire!!!!!??????? Something's on fire?! So, I throw on my wintercoat and put my tennis shoes on, and walk outside to see what's up-   There is also an EMT ambulance, and about 6 cop cars all in the vinicity of my condo complex- which mind you is only 4 buildings so the parking lot isn't very big.  But I digress, so I walk outside and around my building to see a red surburban all banged up and up in one of the other downstair's unit's heat pump. Me just walking around, I happen to be near the cop interviewing the passenger of the f'd up surburban- and the guys was relaying the events of what happened, where it was a drug deal gone bad, they picked some guys, and something about cocaine and an gun-  This guy had blood down the side of his jeans, the driver was hauled off in a strecher w/a neck brace on-and this mystery 3rd person is yet to be found.  Kinda of scary to think that it happened right w/in a couple hundred feet of my place-  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hmmm..... this will obviously be the talk for the next few days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-6245954265694407587?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/6245954265694407587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=6245954265694407587&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/6245954265694407587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/6245954265694407587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad-boys-bad-boys.html' title='Bad Boys, Bad Boys...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-1177942584817022685</id><published>2006-11-30T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:51:44.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, considering I've been sick for the last day and half- I have time on my hands to actually write something here- since Big Brother @ work is not letting me access blogger anymore, and every time I try to update through Google docs &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; screwy happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to catch up on life-  Survived Jared's birthday even in a Nor'easter-   and then the next day survived thanksgiving w/ the family/step family- BTW I found a new cheesecake recipe- Grasshopper Cheesecake  (Takes like Mint Chocolate Chip basically) which I will be making for the family on Xmas eve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is 5 days away- and well, no big celebration this time around- 31 isn't as exciting-  Though there is a bar/restaurant opening in my sister's neighborhood (Chick's Beach) that night- that I might be willing to stop in and have some fun for a bit-  The last night I drank during the week was this past Tuesday-  I went to the Gordon &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Biersch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Winterbock&lt;/span&gt; tasting- Wow- very good stuff and I'm not a dark beer drinker- the place was packed, all the proceeds went to cystic fibrosis- so it's a good thing in the end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been work- we have 3 more &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deliveries&lt;/span&gt; till the end of the year, so I will be busy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-1177942584817022685?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/1177942584817022685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=1177942584817022685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/1177942584817022685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/1177942584817022685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-considering-ive-been-sick-for-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-8979857945056477100</id><published>2006-11-21T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:32:33.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks...</title><content type='html'>Well, I made it to 2nd on the list of candidates for the other job I interviewed for- kinda is good, but in a lot of ways royally sucks- but oh well- what can I do-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bright side the holiday starts today for me- no work tomorrow- and it's Jared's b-day yeah!!!!!!!! But I will be spending part of it cooking cheesecakes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for a lot of things right now- job, condo, health insurance- that will even cover Jared's conditions , family, friends, etc.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-8979857945056477100?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/8979857945056477100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=8979857945056477100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/8979857945056477100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/8979857945056477100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanks.html' title='Thanks...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-116293605986377685</id><published>2006-11-07T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:47:39.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah I know it's been a few weeks- I'm still around I just can't get to the blog page at work anymore and I don't feel like being on the computer when I'm out of work-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I didn't go to court- they filed a non-suit- which means they have up to 6 mths from Oct 26th to re-file and sue me- otherwise- I can't be bothered with it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprained my back at the end of the roanoke conference trip because of moving the heavy @ss cases that the booth display comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer doing the OBX 1/2- I've sold my spot- but I'll still be down there to support my other half and also celebrate in the OBXH3 festivities-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made 3 rounds of interviews w/ GIS Services- now I am waiting to see if I get offered the job or not so hopefully I will hear something by Thanskgiving-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that- less than 30 days till my 31st b-day-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-116293605986377685?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/116293605986377685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=116293605986377685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/116293605986377685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/116293605986377685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/11/yeah-i-know-its-been-few-weeks-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-116143688151757137</id><published>2006-10-21T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:21:21.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and the week will go...</title><content type='html'>My work week for the next week is going to be busy... but I'll only be in the office one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting tomorrow, I meet up w/ the main PM -Soulen to head out to the Star City-  Yes, I am going to Roanoke, VA for a few days for the VA GIS conference.  Last minute changes, cancelations and I'm going in place of my co-worker Tracy- but oh well, heck- I get to get out of the office for a few days- on the company tab- We return Tuesday night from that-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed I'm in the office for most of the day- and then I have to prep for Court-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep- It's that time again, for the next installement of the never ending court case-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To refresh people's memory-  almost 4 yrs ago now- I backup and hit the front end of another person's car- and well umm... I didn't see any damage- but she's claiming Neck, Back, Elbow, and Knee injuries from it, and wants the maximum of my insurance policy- which is something in the neighborhood of 300,000 - My insurance co. is obviously of the same mind set as I am- now way did she sustain such injury- so We're going to court-  Last Dec- Dec 5th in fact- was supposed to be the first trail date-  well- they asked for a continuance- because her grandmother who was her main damage control witness about the extent of her pain and injuries-fell and broke her hip and was in the hosptial-  So, then we move on to April- the Second time we try to get this thing over with-  We actually made into the court room and selected a jury- then by fluke one of the jurors- whose part time job (mind you they asked for their full-time profession in the selection process- not their part time ones) was at a Hallmark store where she saw the plantiff bending and picking up stuff, wearing a back pack etc.... and basically said she cannot believe what she is claiming and cannot fairly sit on the jury and make an unbaised opinion.  So, of course, we had to dimiss since we already selected jury etc.... and now- dun dun duh- court again this Thursday- but from talking to my lawyer- it sounds like they plaintiff is going to try and ask for another continuance because she needs to go back to the doctors again-  We're hoping they do, so the judge just throws out the whole thing-&lt;br /&gt;So Court could take a few hours or 2 days-  so Thursday and Friday I'm expecting to be out of the office- and then Saturday is the pub Crawl-  it will be the much needed fun I'll be wanting after this week- especially after court-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-116143688151757137?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/116143688151757137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=116143688151757137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/116143688151757137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/116143688151757137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-week-will-go.html' title='and the week will go...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-116131131332801846</id><published>2006-10-19T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:28:33.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother strikes again</title><content type='html'>It appears that blogspot has become a popular site through my company, because it is now filtered,and well- no blogging while bored at work- so my blogs will be posted in the evenings or early mornings, if I remember- oh well- I guess I have to go back to playing solitaire or doing crosswords &amp;amp; Soduko puzzles again-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-116131131332801846?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/116131131332801846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=116131131332801846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/116131131332801846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/116131131332801846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/10/big-brother-strikes-again.html' title='Big Brother strikes again'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-116102407030206175</id><published>2006-10-16T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:41:10.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kind of funny, that when you decide not to do something, and just go on w/ life- people think something is wrong- or let me rephrase that- some people think something is wrong- and have you ever noticed that those who think something is wrong- is actually the ones who don't really know you well- For if they did- they would know what was going on or not think it soo odd. I've recently decided that I needed a break from the normal routine in my life, which I guess some have taken as I'm not happy or that something's wrong-  because getting emails asking why we weren't at something yesterdy- is quite funny to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-116102407030206175?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/116102407030206175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=116102407030206175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/116102407030206175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/116102407030206175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/10/kind-of-funny-that-when-you-decide-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-116057453785161646</id><published>2006-10-11T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T09:48:58.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Break....</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I think I cracked last week w/ all that was going on.  Fighting w/ a co- worker started it. Getting mis- informed of somethings from a "supposed" friend and then getting upset at other friends for it didn't help.  Getting f*d up data from Mexico, really sent me through the roof by the time we got the data the 1st things had occurred.  Having someone hack my Identity on yahoo and play w/ my bank card- made me turn 5 shades of red really reallly quickly. The icing for all of it was that I was pmsing from hell.  Yeah, Jared thankfully is still living and still living w/ me, poor guy, he had to be the one- unintentionally- to take the brunt of my aggitated state and very foul mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the only logical decision I knew, I stayed away from everything that would aggitate me and only further cause me to be a bitch.  So basically I was anti-social for the weekend. Though I couldn't fully be, because I had family obligations for Birthdays on Sat and Sunday. But that is about all I Did, and it was nice.   I did on Saturday night go out w/ my sister and her friend Beth, who is currently Boy Crazy (newly divorced) - We went to the Smokehouse &amp; Cooler, which is a great place for food, and is a happening place on Shore drive-  plus my sister's Roommate- Chrissy- was bartending- Let me just say- I was reminded on how "Old" I feel at 30-  there was so many young 22 yr olds in there, or at least they all looked barely legal- yeah ummm......  I don't know- had a great time anyways-  Ran into one of my old sorority sisters- Lisa- who was newly engaged after 9 mths of dating-   hmm.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should get back to QC invert elevtions for NYC sewers/Manholes in the dbs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-116057453785161646?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/116057453785161646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=116057453785161646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/116057453785161646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/116057453785161646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/10/break.html' title='Break....'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-116007099377636703</id><published>2006-10-05T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T13:56:33.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going...Going...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think I might have lost my mind-&lt;br /&gt;Between the odd air of tension between myself and the one co-worker (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who as I've come to find out, finds me the viable threat to him in the line of management- for some odd reason, because their pushing me to go towards management and him towards technical/programming- which I guess he doesn't like that idea- oh well- my boss and the the overseeing pm in the group feel best that I'm better at the Management and social aspect (scary) than he is- but because of that he has it out for me to make me look bad, etc.... in any way form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) Thankfully he's been slammed and cranking away w/ other projects/issues so I don't have to deal w/ him right now, and I just put the headphones on a listen to my Ipod for peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is that pesky yahoo thing I have to deal w/- I'm really frustrated that there seems to be a 1-888 number for all types of yahoo accounts, except Yahoo account security/ID theft- so I've been playing round robin w/ them on trying to find out what the hell has happened w/ my old yahoo id/account (the one that my bank card was in the yahoo wallet info) etc..... So now, I am waiting for them to contact me again- it's their turn- I've sent them all my info to verify who I am etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I about cracked up hysterically when scrolling through my ipod- I was in a folky/tropical mood, so I wanted to listen to Jimmy Buffett- and well I was curious to see how good ol' Jimmy was classified in the genres on my ipod (as designated by Itunes) well- Jimmy isn't under folk, isn't under easy listening, isn't under country- Where did I find Jimmy? under "Pop"- I think Jimmy's music is anything but pop- but oh well- it made me laugh- Van Morrison is listed under pop as well-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13902424-116007099377636703?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/116007099377636703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=116007099377636703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/116007099377636703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/116007099377636703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/10/goinggoing.html' title='Going...Going...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115989699735589376</id><published>2006-10-03T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:36:37.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now things suck- royally-  Someone over the weekend hacked one of my yahoo accounts/id and used and abused it- and the thing that really sucks is I had a Yahoo wallet account w/it- so put A to B-  I had to get a new bank card issued today- because well my bank card ino was in the wallet account-   thankfully I was covered and all the $$ this jackass tried to spend was replenished in my savings account today as well- Whoo hooo- at least that is working out for me and yahoo is tracking to find out who did this- because well, they need to compete w/ google and this isn't good for business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work- me and my infamous co-worker who've been butting heads, well we're just trying not to be in the same space right now- so we don't interfer/encounter each other-  we have to let things just work out on their own- What I'm hoping in time w/ all encounters/indicents that occurr w/ him is that my Boss will see what I mentioned to him in my review about the issue- and then I didn't have to do any dirty work- he'll have done it all on his own-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115989699735589376?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115989699735589376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115989699735589376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115989699735589376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115989699735589376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/10/right-now-things-suck-royally-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115953417585692132</id><published>2006-09-29T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T08:49:35.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh the woes of home-owning-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday, when I finally got home after a long day of work- the last thing I needed was to find out that I have a leak in my place- A pretty bad on at that- since it was in the wall that is between my kitchen and my bedroom-  My bedroom closet floor was soaked- the carpet was wet and splishy (yeah I know that's not really a word, but it's the best representative of the sound that occurred when you stepped in the wet spots)    My Kitchen well- there was water under the stove, the cabinets and the refrigerator.   The worse thing about this- it was 4:45-  most plumbers as I found out- call it a day at 4:30- so anything that was "afterhours" well cost extra-  something around the tune of 120$ an hour-  umm.... no-  we shut the water line to the ice maker off, and prayed that it is it- and will have a plumber come today during normal billing hours to take a look and see what is actually wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; So, this morning, thankfully there wasn't any new pools of water behind/under my stove-  So I'm praying that either I have to get the line to the ice maker fixed or get a new fridge-- That's the cheap answer-  the expensive is, a pipe in the wall broke-grrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/13902424-115953417585692132?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115953417585692132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115953417585692132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115953417585692132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115953417585692132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-woes-of-home-owning-yesterday-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115930663066556634</id><published>2006-09-26T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:37:10.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Dublin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/dublin.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions.&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115930663066556634?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115930663066556634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115930663066556634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115930663066556634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115930663066556634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-belong-in-dublin-friendly-and-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115929898248092385</id><published>2006-09-26T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:29:42.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know that your work isn't the most exciting when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...A 4 car accident occurs just outside @ International and Lynnhaven-You hear the boom and co-workers comment- and you rush to watch... and theorize what happened to lead up to 4 cars being all crunched in the center of the intersection and sit there an watch all of the rescue/police proceedings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115929898248092385?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115929898248092385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115929898248092385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115929898248092385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115929898248092385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-know-that-your-work-isnt-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115929482844070636</id><published>2006-09-26T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T14:20:28.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Words are one of the most powerful tools man has.  Whether it's to guide, influence, praise, destroy, express, etc... Words is one of the most effective ways that Humans have to express how they feel.  Words allow man to acheive objectives. Words- something so simple, but yet those simple little things can cause so much drama.  That is, when words are used to effectively manipulate and aggitate others emotions and feelings- it can cause drama.  The choice then becomes, do we say what we feel (and most likley knowlingly acknowledge that what we have to say will cause hurt feelings, drama, emotional overload, etc....) or do we use words to skirt around what we feel so that the effect is less damaging- or soften the blow so to speak.  I guess it comes down to does one care? If one is cool and callous, they probably don't care about who or what they say, even if it's about someone who thinks of them as a friend is the recepient on the other end.  If one is considerate, and kind, well you try to phrase it just right, so you don't come across looking like a complete A-hole/B*tch when you have to say it.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  A couple months ago , something was said about myself , and it was actually said when I wasn't there, but eventually those words did get relayed to me-  Well, when I first heard about the comments- I was bothered by it- but then after letting it get to me briefly- I let it go- why because it was only words- and the person who said them- well,  they have the right to say what they wish, but in the end, it's only words- If we all live our lives by everyone elses words, we'd all be locked in padded rooms by now, because it's almost tooooo much to take to live sanely in this word.   So, in the end, I have to hear the words others say  but only hear them and not take them to heart- because yes what they say might be important, might have a valid point, might have an influence, but in the end- It's just words and nobody hears the words the same way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115929482844070636?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115929482844070636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115929482844070636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115929482844070636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115929482844070636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/09/words-are-one-of-most-powerful-tools.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115918886276978910</id><published>2006-09-25T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T08:54:22.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibilities</title><content type='html'>There is great possibilities all around us and offered to us weekly, perhaps daily. But people are sometimes to wrapped up in their own-selves to recognize or see them when they are presented. There is great possibilities for me, in love, friendship, career and life coming up in the next 6-7mths and some big decisions to be made. Including away moving from Virginia Beach- away from Hampton Roads. Which is something I've started to think about, if it would be easy to do w/ my family here, close friends here, a good position in my company here etc.... But it's not just about me, there is Jared to consider, for once he's out of the navy his best job offers are not in this area, they are in the Baltimore/Washington area- which wouldn't be bad- I've lived there for 3 years before in Fairfax while going to school. I wouldn't be far from family (I could be home in less than 1/2 a day if needed to be) I could stay w/ my company and actually take a salary adjustment increase for the cost of living up there compared to here. There are many pros and cons, and I have at least 6 mths before really having to face/deal with this issue. But I had to write something about it because it is a discussion I've recently had w/ my other half. I just don't know, the possibilities are great if we stay or if we move- but it comes down to that balance of what's fair for both of us and the compromise of the rest in-between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115918886276978910?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115918886276978910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115918886276978910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115918886276978910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115918886276978910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/09/possibilities.html' title='Possibilities'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-115875983763802823</id><published>2006-09-20T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T09:43:57.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;In ways, I really love the fall, it is quite possibly my favorite season- but then again- I love all the seasons for different reasons, but if I had to pick one as #1 for me- it would be fall. There are soooo many wonderful things about the fall- the tourist are gone, the weather's still great, it's not soo freakin' humid.  But it's more than that-  Pants, Jeans, etc... are more the style to wear as the weather gets cooler &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I hate how my legs look in shorts, so I don't really like wearing shorts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Blazers, Jackets, etc....  but it's not just that either.  It's t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he Changing of the leaves the vibrante colors you get to see, having a fire going is a good thing, hayrides and festivals, etc.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    The food- fall has the emergance of some yummy comfort foods for me,  With Butternut Squash, Acorn, etc.... Turkey and Stuffing, Apple cider, etc... they all seem more in place in the fall.  Soups are another one that I seem to want more of w/ the cooling weather.   Football Season is Fall as well, college and professional, the gatherings, the tailgating etc.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Fall, due to a combination of things is probably my favorite- but then again, when winter hits, because of the holidays, and the cold weather sports etc... I'll possibly say it's my favorite- though Honestly I know that Fall is my favorite time of year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&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/13902424-115875983763802823?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115875983763802823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115875983763802823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115875983763802823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115875983763802823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-ways-i-really-love-fall-it-is-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115867829118256920</id><published>2006-09-19T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T11:05:21.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what to write about right now- It's not exactly write's block or lack of uncreative things- it's just right now I have nothing that's bugging me or that I just need to get off my chest or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week - Friends of mine- adopted to 9 wk old kittens- They are the sooo cute (anything that little is adorable) and just lovable. Seeing something so little and full of energy, curiosity, etc... is heart warming in many ways. They are sooo tiny and just new to the world it's hard to resist wanting to go get one for my two other fur-balls to have another playmate- But on the other hand- they don't need to share the space of the condo w/ yet another animal.&lt;br /&gt;I was flattered though- in the conversation- since the kittens were brothers, they were trying to think of names- and one- my friend really liked/wanted was "Bailey" but because I already have a Bailey she didn't want to infringe on the rights- I told her that I have run into soooo many pets w/the name Bailey that it's nothing to worry about- to go ahead- So, I think they've decided on at least 1 being named Bailey- The other Maybe Morgan or Cruzan or something- so now I feel good, because I'm not the only one who's named their animals after liquor- Since I have Bailey and Jamieson running around my place- yeah!!!!!!! But hey, it's good to know that these little guys got a good home and will hopefully live long healthy lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that- hmm..... played softball all saturday morning and toruqed my knee (yet again) so it's still tight and hurts when I go up/down stairs, but oh well I had fun anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else new to report in my life- just same ol' same ol' working and trying to lose weight etc..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115867829118256920?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115867829118256920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115867829118256920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115867829118256920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115867829118256920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-not-sure-what-to-write-about-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115824874825423221</id><published>2006-09-14T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:45:48.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/1600/Red%20Bull[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/320/Red%20Bull%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get an email from my friend Adrian who is stationed over in Afghanistan right now- and here is a pic from his latest flight he took- Hey at least he's smiling- he's got 5 mnths left over there till he comes back stateside-  for a few  years we lost contact but because of personal things in his life, he has been making amends for past mis-deeds and apologized to me for things- So, our friendship is back on board-  I just hope he comes home all in tact and alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115824874825423221?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115824874825423221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115824874825423221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115824874825423221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115824874825423221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-i-get-email-from-my-friend-adrian.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115823658083558685</id><published>2006-09-14T07:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T08:23:00.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what to write about today, so much is going through my mind, I had soooo many interesting conversations yesterday-  One w. my Friend Julia at lunch, where we talked about exes and how it's really funny that one in particular of mine- is very shallow/petty,etc...-     See, a couple weeks ago, Jared &amp; myself and another couple (Lori &amp;amp; Dave)  that my ex also knows quite well, we were standing on the beach at an event and well, he walked right on by with out saying hello even though he clearly saw us standing there. The other couple well, were kinda shocked by that act.  This ex, is petty if he can't realize that well ummm.... hello I've moved on w/ my life, he is nothing any more in my life, that we can be civil to each other- and umm... hello- that was 4 yrs ago- get over it and act like an adult in social situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday I had a conversation w/ another girlfriend, and we were talking about weekend plans and trying to get people together for a game night-   That they would like to host it because they were getting 2 kittens and well- enough said, 2 little kittens in a new environment will need attention and supervision.  But another friend of ours, when told about the idea of where it would be- her main response was  "But we have the Bar, we should have it"  That didn't settle well w/ my friend.  Then on the topic of who was in town/out of town or not available to invite- Saying  we can invite so and so "Ummmm..... only as a last resort- I really don't want to spend and evening with her, which is ashame I really really like her boyfriend, we all really really like him, it's her we can't stand"  Which I find highly ironic because the person she was talking about is very critical of my other half and my relationship and says similar things to me that she would hang out w/ me more if it wasn't for him.  Oh well, is it the end all that I don't hang out w/ this person on a regular basis?- ummm... no it's not, not at all- So be it-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115823658083558685?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115823658083558685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115823658083558685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115823658083558685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115823658083558685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-not-sure-what-to-write-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115815248628524996</id><published>2006-09-13T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T09:04:09.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk A Thon for the Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/1600/04-02-06_1721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/320/04-02-06_1721.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bloggers &amp; Readers-&lt;br /&gt;I've donated to causess  and been a cheerleader for many many Chairity events- Heck I'm on the Combined Charities board at my company-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is close to my heart because one of my Fur-balls- Jamieson (the tabby)- came from the VB SPCA - So me and a couple of girls @ My office are going to do this walk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you find it in your hearts-  I am taking donations through my &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/"&gt;Paypal account&lt;/a&gt; the email address is rfrasher@cox.net or via snail mail etc....-  and I will get you an invoice for Tax time- So Please help the animals-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115815248628524996?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.vbspca.com/events_walk.html' title='Walk A Thon for the Animals'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115815248628524996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115815248628524996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115815248628524996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115815248628524996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/09/walk-thon-for-animals.html' title='Walk A Thon for the Animals'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115797601953080968</id><published>2006-09-11T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T15:41:15.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;... Sitting at my desk w/ my headphones on music jamming and working away on my project. I heard something in the background- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I don't crank the music, because you have to be aware when others are trying to get your attention) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the secretaries- Marsha-had said something about a plane hitting the World Trade Center. It didn't even register w/ me because it was background noise in my opinion- but then I log on to the web and see the news- and my jaw dropped and I was in disbelief. Then a second plane hits the second tower. The mood in my office was eerie- we were all in shock and disbelief and almost just sick. Then Panic mood set in- my sister- my sister where is she- was she flying today- See my sister Susan is a flight attendant for United Airlines- and I heard that 2 of the planes where United- I didn't think she would have been on either flight, but.... There was that chance- She calls me back an hour or so later since things are just crazy and phone lines busy with frantic loved ones calling to try and see if people are okay, alive, etc... My co-worker at the time- who shared the wall of the cubicle w/ me was worried sick- His brother was in New York for a meeting w/ the Port Authority- thankfully he had been stuck in typical NY Traffic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But there were so many others not so lucky- Just a month before 14 of us girls had traveled to Ocean City, Maryland for a Bachelorette weekend for my friend April's Wedding on Sept 16, 2001 I was one of the Bride's maids for it- We were at a bar called Secrets and we meet 4 NYC Firefighters who hung out w/ us for the night and the rest of the weekend- we found out later- almost a year later 3 of them didn't survive the towers crumbling-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 or so months later- My friend Julia and I went to DC to see Creed at the MCI Center w/ her friend Ernie who was working up there- When we were driving into DC- and passed the Pentagon- we were unintentionally silent- we were reminded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! year &amp;amp; 9 months later- Laa-Laa, Porky, Spitzer, Flower and myself went to New York City for a weekend- Partially for the hell of it, partially for the NYC H3 1000th run- But one of the things we did do- we went to Ground Zero- To see the flyers of all the missing, all the memories, all the sadness, to see the indentation in the ground of where the buildings used to be- A very real reminder that w/ the memory I'll carry w/ me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be a hard day, not because of work or a deadline. But because it is an emotional day- Today, many of us will reflect on where we were when we heard the news, how we reacted, if we knew anyone who was there, if we knew anyone who was lost in the tragedies. In which we all should, to me is a day that should not be forgotten, not in the least.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a reminder of why I pray for my friend Adrian who is over in Afghanistan fighting the Taliban, and I pray I don't have to attend a funeral of someone way to young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day will have different meanings for everyone, it should be one that we all carry with us a reminder that life happens in the blink of an eye and is too precious to squander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&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/13902424-115797601953080968?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115797601953080968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115797601953080968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115797601953080968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115797601953080968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was.html' title='I was....'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115773167908212136</id><published>2006-09-08T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:07:59.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I have to ramble a little on my opinion on somethings that I read on Cnn.com-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an article about Paris Hilton and her DUI arrest- more over an article about how she felt "Hurt" that everything she does gets turned into a big event/deal.  Umm.... hello- you make everything a big deal- girls like her because of being rich girls and on the social scene was the reason "celebutante" was coined.  I'm really annoyed w/ it- actually- yes she's human- but don't act hurt because you f*d up in public again- it's your own fault- you just happen to put yourself in the spotlight of those who follow the entertainment world/social scene.  Deal w/ it- you're not like everyone else, because we don't have millions in inheritance coming to us-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one that makes me laugh in an pitful sense is about Lindsay Lohan getting her purse stolen at Heathrow airport w/ over 1 million in Jewelry in it-  and that she was targeted-  Ummmm geeee yeah- if you're know to carry that much in jewelry around in your day to day purse- yep- I think someone would try to steal it-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115773167908212136?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115773167908212136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115773167908212136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115773167908212136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115773167908212136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay-i-have-to-ramble-little-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115754878943054242</id><published>2006-09-06T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T09:19:49.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are there days where you feel like the world is conspiring against you? or the Luck Gods are smiling in your favor?  In ways I feel right now that I am smack dab in the middle of the two specturms, I'm thrilled about the salary adjustment I am to start getting, but I also feel like there is a bad air of tension between a co-worker and myself, of which I am not fully sure of why.  But oh well, all I can do is continue on and finish out the work day, even if it's boring boring QC work- but I am trying to get through the morning- it doesn't help that it's grey and raining outside either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, All 3  Frasher sisters were together last night- Yes, my sister Susan was in from Colorado breifly- her and her estranged husband were in town- she road cross-country w/ Scott because he was moving back to VA Beach, for a new start in life, etc...  at to it thate he had Luna w/ him, which is their dog, she is soo sweet.  Also to add to it, she's on medical leave from flying at the moment because she broke her toe-  by accidentially kicking the TV stand when walking around her place &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Gee, doesn't that sounds more like something I or Michelle would do than her-since were the 2 who are more accident prone.)&lt;/span&gt;  But Meesh was managing last night @ Dockside so, Susan, Jared, Scott and myself went to have dinner- and as usual between the 3 of us, never a dull moment- we always tend to have a floor show/comedy hour  w/ the mix of all our personalities.  But it was a good night, and it was nice to spend time w/ them, since I don't always get to due to our lives going at full speed in many different directions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am waiting to see what Florence does out in the atlantic-  I might get called back up to DC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115754878943054242?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115754878943054242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115754878943054242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115754878943054242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115754878943054242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/09/are-there-days-where-you-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115747953312696682</id><published>2006-09-05T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:05:33.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah 4 Me</title><content type='html'>Well, one of the surprising things that did happen to me last week came to fruition today.  I just got out of a mid-term salary adjustment HR Review w/ my boss-   Basically I got another raise- a decent one at that- 13% additional-  I'm just wondering how much esp my boss has to know I was a little flustered etc.... about my pay raise back in April- But good timing etc... that makes me feel good-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the General Manager from the Holiday Inn DC Capital location called me back today- because on Saturday morning, I was stuck in the hotel elevator, at the lobby level- the doors cracked open, but I couldn't get out, and I was stuck until the Fire Department had to come and release me- but He called to apologize and offer me a free night stay at any holiday inn in the US and also 60$ reimbursement for the additional day charge I had on the rental car that was due back 30 minutes after I returned to hampton roads-  I hate to complain and sound bitchy at times, but in the right situations it pays off to speak your mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115747953312696682?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115747953312696682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115747953312696682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115747953312696682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115747953312696682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/09/yeah-4-me.html' title='Yeah 4 Me'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115737637141955155</id><published>2006-09-04T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T09:28:59.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Crocodile Hunter is dead ?! ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; CAIRNS, Australia - Steve Irwin, the hugely popular Australian television personality and conservationist known as the "Crocodile Hunter," was killed Monday by a stingray while filming off the Great Barrier Reef. He was 44. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Irwin was at Batt Reef, off the remote coast of northeastern Queensland state, shooting a segment for a series called "Ocean's Deadliest" when he swam too close to one of the animals, which have a poisonous bard on their tails, his friend and colleague John Stainton said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"He came on top of the stingray and the stingray's barb went up and into his chest and put a hole into his heart," said Stainton, who was on board Irwin's boat at the time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Crew members aboard the boat, Croc One, called emergency services in the nearest city, Cairns, and administered CPR as they rushed the boat to nearby Low Isle to meet a rescue helicopter. Medical staff pronounced Irwin dead when they arrived a short time later, Stainton said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Irwin was famous for his enthusiasm for wildlife and his catchword "Crikey!" in his television program "Crocodile Hunter." First broadcast in Australia in 1992, the program was picked up by the Discovery network, catapulting Irwin to international celebrity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He rode his image into a feature film, 2002's "The Crocodile Hunters: Collision Course" and developed the wildlife park that his parents opened, Australia Zoo, into a major tourist attraction.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"The world has lost a great wildlife icon, a passionate conservationist and one of the proudest dads on the planet," Stainton told reporters in Cairns. "He died doing what he loved best and left this world in a happy and peaceful state of mind. He would have said, 'Crocs Rule!'"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Prime Minister John Howard, who hand-picked Irwin to attend a gala barbecue to honor &lt;span class="yqlink"&gt; &lt;form class="yqin" action="http://yq.search.yahoo.com/search" method="post"&gt; &lt;input name="p" value="&amp;quot;President Bush&amp;quot;" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;input name="sourceOrder" value="c1,i,yn,c3" type="hidden"&gt; President Bush&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;input name="sourceURL" value="" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;input name="fr" value="yq-news" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;input name="context" value="Prime Minister John Howard, who hand-picked Irwin to attend a gala barbecue to honor President Bush when he visited in 2003, said he was &amp;quot;shocked and distressed at Steve Irwin's sudden, untimely and freakish death.&amp;quot;" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://search.news.yahoo.com/search/news/?p=President+Bush" onclick="activateYQinl(this);return false;" class="yqimgins" title="Related information on President Bush"&gt;President Bush&lt;/a&gt; when he visited in 2003, said he was "shocked and distressed at Steve Irwin's sudden, untimely and freakish death."&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"It's a huge loss to Australia," Howard told reporters. "He was a wonderful character. He was a passionate environmentalist. He brought joy and entertainment and excitement to millions of people."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Irwin, who made a trademark of hovering dangerously close to untethered crocodiles and leaping on their backs, spoke in rapid-fire bursts with a thick Australian accent and was almost never seen without his uniform of khaki shorts and shirt and heavy boots.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;His ebullience was infectious and Australian officials sought him out for photo opportunities and to promote Australia internationally.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Irwin's public image was dented, however, in 2004 when he caused an uproar by holding his infant son in one arm while feeding large crocodiles inside a zoo pen. Irwin claimed at the time there was no danger to the child, and authorities declined to charge Irwin with violating safety regulations.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Later that year, he was accused of getting too close to penguins, a seal and humpback whales in Antarctica while making a documentary. Irwin denied any wrongdoing, and an Australian Environment Department investigation recommended no action be taken against him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stingrays have a serrated, toxin-loaded barb, or spine, on the top of their tail. The barb, which can be up to 10 inches long, flexes if a ray is frightened. Stings usually occur to people when they step on or swim too close to a ray and can be excruciatingly painful but are rarely fatal, said University of Queensland marine neuroscientist Shaun Collin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Collin said he suspected Irwin died because the barb pierced under his ribcage and directly into his heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"It was extraordinarily bad luck. It's not easy to get spined by a stingray and to be killed by one is very rare," Collin said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;News of Irwin's death spread quickly, and tributes flowed from all quarters of society.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At Australia Zoo at Beerwah, south Queensland, floral tributes were dropped at the entrance, where a huge fake crocodile gapes. Drivers honked their horns as they passed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Steve, from all God's creatures, thank you. Rest in peace," was written on a card with a bouquet of native flowers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"We're all very shocked. I don't know what the zoo will do without him. He's done so much for us, the environment and it's a big loss," said Paula Kelly, a local resident and volunteer at the zoo, after dropping off a wreath at the gate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stainton said Irwin's American-born wife Terri, from Eugene, Ore., had been informed of his death, and had told their daughter Bindi Sue, 8, and son Bob, who will turn 3 in December. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The couple met when she went on vacation in Australia in 1991 and visited Irwin's Australia Zoo; they were married six months later. Sometimes referred to as the "Crocodile Huntress," she costarred on her husband's television show and in his 2002 movie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115737637141955155?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060904/ap_on_en_tv/obit_irwin' title='the Crocodile Hunter is dead ?! ....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115737637141955155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115737637141955155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115737637141955155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115737637141955155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/09/crocodile-hunter-is-dead.html' title='the Crocodile Hunter is dead ?! ....'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115714996584499683</id><published>2006-09-01T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:32:45.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm spent....</title><content type='html'>... That is they only way I can say I feel at this point- let's just say- my time card (which includes travel time to DC and home tomorrow) is 70 hours total. That's 30 hrs of overtime- 62 of which I have sat in the FEMA Map Analysis Center making maps or goofing off waiting for map requests to come in. But I get to head home soon- we're standing down tonight- so reservist are no longer needed whooo hoooo!!! but due to Ernesto just now sitting in the DC metro area, well ummm.... I am crashing in the hotel tonight and heading home in the early am hours- because I don't like driving in crappy windy weather, I don't like driving such a long time at night, and I've worked 12 hours today= not a good time to drive 3 1/2 or so hours home at this point- But tomorrow I will be home- yeah--------------------!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115714996584499683?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115714996584499683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115714996584499683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115714996584499683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115714996584499683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-im-spent.html' title='And I&apos;m spent....'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115702203029441924</id><published>2006-08-31T06:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T07:00:30.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How funny is this- I get a daily Horoscope email from a company- (I forget which one so dont ask- I signed up like 3 yrs ago)- but  This is what I had waiting in my inbox for me today-   I thought it quite amusing considering what I'm currently doing at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Horoscope for: Thursday, August 31, 2006 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The intensity continues to cycle all around you, but if you remain flexible, you can manifest a wonderful peace even in the midst of turmoil. The eye of a hurricane is a weird place, for as still as everything is, you must stay on high alert every moment in case the energy shifts. So be ready for action, for change is definitely in the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115702203029441924?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115702203029441924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115702203029441924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115702203029441924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115702203029441924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-funny-is-this-i-get-daily.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115686793007261774</id><published>2006-08-29T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T13:33:22.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAC Map Making Machine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(let's say that one 3 xs fast) &lt;/span&gt;... That's what I am-  I was rusty for a few days, but now my map skills are back w/ a vengance-  I have hit the ground running and haven't stopped-  The first 2 days have kinda dragged- today well that's a different story- it's be GO GO GO GO type of past-  Yikes-  No word yet on when I get to go home-  I miss my man, I miss my bed, I miss my kitties-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115686793007261774?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115686793007261774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115686793007261774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115686793007261774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115686793007261774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/08/mac-map-making-machine.html' title='MAC Map Making Machine...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115678157825516988</id><published>2006-08-28T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T12:12:58.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MACMOD TIME (Maps Analysis Center Maps on Demand)</title><content type='html'>Okay,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's road trip was a trip from hell- it took over 5 hours to get to DC from Hampton Rds. It normally (depending on how heavy of a lead foot you have) takes about 3-31/2 hours w/out traffic. But noooooooooooo... not when I need to travel for work- it seemed like there was "Incidents" reported about every 20 miles or so on "511"- the Traffic info line for Virginia. We made decent time to Richmond, but from there- it took almost 2 hours to Fredericksburg, and then about another 2 hours to DC from there. So needless to say, I was not a happy camper when I got to the hotel last night- which is a nice hotel- the Holiday Inn Capital center- which the best thing about it is- is that the fact that it is connected to the FEMA building- whoo hooo no worrying about driving/metro/parking etc...&lt;br /&gt;I reported bright eyed and business casual today at 6:45 am to wait around in th MAC (which is in the center of FEMA HQ- so there are no windows to look out of or anything-) we made a couple of maps here and there, and now I'm lunch break- it's going to be a long day when I finally get out of work at 7pm tonight- Hopefully Ernesto will decide how much gusto he wants his ego to have once over cuba, because I want to know when I can go home- it will all depend on what happens after crossing Cuba- if he restregthens or not etc.... most likely I think I'll be here till Friday or Saturday and hopefully no longer than that-&lt;br /&gt;Wellkiddies, I'm got to run to get back to the windowless prison I signed myself up for Have fun in the sunshine while I'm trapped away from society-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115678157825516988?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115678157825516988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115678157825516988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115678157825516988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115678157825516988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/08/macmod-time-maps-analysis-center-maps.html' title='MACMOD TIME (Maps Analysis Center Maps on Demand)'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115668313822075658</id><published>2006-08-27T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T08:52:18.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DC &amp; Hurricanes here I come</title><content type='html'>Well. Ernesto is really ramping up and has made it into a hurricane Cat 1 status-  Which means I am heading to DC this afternoon for reservist duty at FEMA HQ- Which is why some might wonder why I wasn't at hasher weekend- Gee given I was called yesterday around lunch time to get ready- and arrange rental car, do laundry, pack for a total of 2 weeks -I could only be up there a few days if he falls apart over cuba, or I might be up there till Sept 10th, which is when I officially get off the 21 day rotation- so as you see, I have to make sure I have enough close for at least a week- thankfully the hotel they're putting me -Holiday Inn Capital in has self-service laundry center- So needless to say I've been busy taking care of things instead of massive drunkeness at this point, which well is a good thing in the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115668313822075658?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115668313822075658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115668313822075658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115668313822075658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115668313822075658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/08/dc-hurricanes-here-i-come.html' title='DC &amp; Hurricanes here I come'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115654592668845657</id><published>2006-08-25T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:45:26.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ernesto</title><content type='html'>Looks like he's the new man in my life, because I am on the FEMA reservist list right now, and stand ups have been called- So tomorrow I am heading to DC to be on stand up if he decides to hit somewhere in the good ol usa-  So till sept 10- when I am off the rotation for 21 days I will be in DC most likely working 7 am-7pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115654592668845657?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115654592668845657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115654592668845657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115654592668845657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115654592668845657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/08/ernesto.html' title='Ernesto'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115650770732799828</id><published>2006-08-25T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T08:08:27.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>I think- it seems like the week has dragged by, but also gone in the blink of an eye-&lt;br /&gt;And sadly enough I felt like I haven't accomplished much this week for work or in my personal life-Work, because it's been really really really boring and mundane in the tasks, personal life, because I didn't step foot in the gym due to pms, etc... so now I feel like a big ol fatty-  so it's back on track and routine for me- I want to loose weight not gain back what I already dropped.  Which my old running partner  Dawn- well she's been doing great- up to runnin 11 miles- whoo hoooo- I'm  so happy and proud to hear that she stuck w/ it.  I wish I didn't have knee problems right now- but oh well, I'm going to power walk the Rock n Roll at this time and push through the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115650770732799828?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115650770732799828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115650770732799828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115650770732799828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115650770732799828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115642846857415415</id><published>2006-08-24T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:19:37.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/1600/reef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/320/reef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/1600/reef2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/320/reef2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I broke down an bid on a pair of Reef Women's Fanning Sandals on Ebay- The Brown and Pink colored ones- because I don't want the pink and grey or the olive and lavendaer or the bright citrus ones- the only other color I likes was the Coral and taupe ones- but they didn't have my size&lt;br /&gt;I really reallyl like these sandals, but refuse to pay 45 + shipping for them off of any of the websites, and it doesn't help that the surf shops in town want 44$ or more for them- why do I like them so much- well, they're very cute and girly- but mainly because they have a bottle opener in the bottom of the flip flop as well- yeah, I know it sounds funny that, that is the main reason I want these shoes- but oh well, hell have fun with it-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For guys interested in such a sandal- Backcountry.com has them on sale- (In fact I ordered Jared a Grey &amp;amp; Red pair) and if you use google checkout you get 10$ bucks off- so after shipping and handling you only pay about 27$ for them- not 47&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115642846857415415?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115642846857415415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115642846857415415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115642846857415415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115642846857415415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-so-i-broke-down-bid-on-pair-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-115633925790045640</id><published>2006-08-23T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T09:20:58.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Luxuries that we take for granted- on my list-  owning my own place that has central air.  yes it seems that my internal unit has been acting up again- Sunday it seemed to be working fine-  Then Monday- well it seemed to be stuck and just running and running etc....   Jared took a look at it-  and it was frozen basically.  So, I call the company I use for all my HVAC problems, and explained what was going on-  and went down the list w/ the owner (He's a good friend of my step-dad's)  Well, following his instructions on the best way to Thaw the unit-  we switch the unit to Heat and we were told to let it run for 5 minutes-  Ummm.... we had a deluge of water pouring out of the unit-  It soaked our carpet infront of the closet etc...  So, it still wasn't working right after that, so monday night we had no Air running, and were at the mercy of the ceiling fan and the standing ocilating fan we bought when the interal unit broke at the end of July.  So yesterday, on of the workers for the HVAC company comes out and well- he charges the Freon, cleans the coil and goes on his way-  Water was still coming out of the unit-  So I call the worker back- and he comes back-  and well- come to find out we had something like a foot long mucky black hairball  clogging the drain pipe-  and that is why it was freezing up etc...  So, now, it's up and running again, thankfully-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115633925790045640?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115633925790045640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115633925790045640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115633925790045640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115633925790045640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/08/luxuries-that-we-take-for-granted-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115616378197686525</id><published>2006-08-21T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T08:36:22.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cops, Baby Toots, and Ferries...</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, was much needed in the end.  More than I thinkI realized I needed an out of town break from everything, and not technically be there for work like the San Diego trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left right about 11:45 on Friday.  Smooth sailing up the eastern shore on 13 till we hit Route 9 in Delaware.  Which is the main way to get to the Lewes-Cape May Ferry area, and also the Delaware Beaches-  of Dewey,Rehobeth, etc.... So yes, there was weekender vacation traffic going on- The weather was perfect, so I couldn't blame them and the traffic moved along steadily if slow.  So, we pull into the Ferry terminal right about 3:25-  and well we booked it to the ticketing area to see if we could catch the 3:30 ferry which was still in port.  They Lady rushed us through, and well, the foot passenger bridge was up, but the car bridge was still down- so, by shear luck, we were able to walk on, and not have to wait for the 4:15 ferry.  So, on the ferry, and on our way out- the weather was soo nice we sat outside- We remembered from our previous trips to NJ, that the ferry does serve Alcohol, but at high prices-  Ampitheather style prices-  So we had bought a few mini bottles for the trip- So for me it was Diet Coke and Vanilla Absolute for the trip- yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once to the other side- Brian and Emily are there to pick us up w/ Little Miss Olivia snoozing away in her seat (She had just gotten her first immunization shots a few hours before) &lt;br /&gt;We run a few errands, head to their house, to change, get ready etc....  and we meet Harely-  that dog is cool, and funny-  Brian had to march in the Surviors weekend ceremony down on the island, so we head down and get to catch the Philly Drill Bike Team do thier stunt show-  really neat stuff, and then the Survior Ceremony/Vigil (Survivor weekend is a memorial weekend for Law Enforcement officers who either died in the line of duty or were injured)  - By the time this is done, we are hungry-  So  we get Philly cheesesteaks and head home, since Olivia need to have her Medicine (uninary Reflux stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we get up, and head back to the island, and Jared and Brian run the 5k while I do the 1 mile walk for the Suvivor weekend-  We stay for the award ceremony- and hey free beer as well- (I only had 1 because it was colder than the bottles of water they were handing out- and it was definitely Warm out that early in the day)&lt;br /&gt;We go back to their place, shower up, wait for Olivia to stop fussing and her fever to go down a tad bit- and then off for Lunch-  Maui dogs-   I normally do not eat hot dogs- especially the store bought kind- This place makes their own, and it's a combo of beef, pork and veal- They are yummy- and they have 29 different topping you can have on them-  I went with the J-bell -  sauteed onions, crumbled bacon and BBQ sauce.  The rest of the afternoon was spent up in Atlantic City at "The Walk" which is an outlet mall basically-  Gap outlet here I come- I bought some cute work pants, a sweater, &amp; another shirt.  After that we needed to get back- since summer traffic to the shore would always slow things down- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, we ordered seafood dinners from Ricks, and headed to Wildwood Beach, for Sunset cinema's Movie's on the Beach-  This is really fun- a company from California created huge inflatable movie screens and runs current movies-  you can bring in lawn chairs, food, and drinks-  It was funny, because Brian is a cop in North Wildwood, but because he flashed his Tin, they said he could get in for free-  (They really appreciate thier cops there and give them all sorts of freebies and discounts on the island)   We saw Taladega Nights-  we all laughed soo hard at it, it was hilarous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- well, we woke up- and then Brian and Miss Olivia woke up-no more fever or anything-So,   I got to feed her-  she only ways10 lbs right now- just a little thing, but many- she toots-  she's a fartin little thing- takes after her momma in a lot of ways-    After hanging out for a bit and all, we had to head back home- so we caught the 11 am ferry back- and it was the Really nice ferry this time w/ the 5 levels and what not-  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, it was a very refreshing weekend-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115616378197686525?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115616378197686525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115616378197686525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115616378197686525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115616378197686525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/08/cops-baby-toots-and-ferries.html' title='Cops, Baby Toots, and Ferries...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115574962584593645</id><published>2006-08-16T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T13:33:45.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the weekend plans</title><content type='html'>... are forming  up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like, part of Saturday evening will be a &lt;a href="http://www.capemaytimes.com/recreation/beach-movies.htm"&gt;movie on the beach&lt;/a&gt;  I think we're going to catch Taladega nights.&lt;br /&gt;This to me seems like a really fun concept- and kinda wishes Va Beach would pick up the trend as well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115574962584593645?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115574962584593645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115574962584593645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115574962584593645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115574962584593645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-of-weekend-plans.html' title='Some of the weekend plans'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115566415483144885</id><published>2006-08-15T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T13:49:15.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NJ here we come</title><content type='html'>This is little Olivia Rae Harkins- She was born on June 18, 2006- and I have not had a chance yet to meet her in person-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/1600/P8090011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/320/P8090011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/1600/P8040281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/320/P8040281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are her parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/320/B%26E_wed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Mommy is one of my closest friends, and I haven't seen her in almost a year, but we talk on a weekly basis-&lt;br /&gt;So Jared and I check things out about time off and $$, and Yes it might be a little on the tight side, but we said- heck w/ it- let's go visit- since Brian has the weekend off as well so it will all work out great- Plus I get to see the furr ball Harely as well- the Bischon-Shizt-tzu mix in the picture next to Olivia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115566415483144885?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115566415483144885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115566415483144885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115566415483144885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115566415483144885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/08/nj-here-we-come.html' title='NJ here we come'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115555951851613704</id><published>2006-08-14T08:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T08:45:19.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So now I'm back and it's a Monday-  how do I know- well, when I stopped in Bad Ass Coffee Company this Am- one of the little girls behind the counter was weeping her eyes out it seemed.  Not sure what it was about, but at 6:45 am if you are weepy and teary eyed stay home- don't go into work and make all your customers concerned etc...  It's just not a good start to the morning to see someone soo down and sad.   But considering we sat outside till about 10:30 last night having drinks with our new neighbor Josh- I'm a little sluggish to get started- I finally got over the jet lag and 3 hr time difference (I think  we shall see how I fare today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think I'm becoming less and less tolerant of stupidity-  Thursday of last week, happened to be the day my boss and myself were flying back from San Diego-  of course this happens to be the day, the terrorists in London or where ever get busted w/ chemcials to make bombs on Airplanes- so I had to wait for over an hour and 1/2 in the security line to here the PA announcement over and over about no toothpaste, no hair gel, no water bottles, no lotions etc....  allowed in carry ons-  you would think, that if you repeatedly heard that for over an hour that it would clue into  people that oh- I should throw this stuff away etc...-  No- when I finally got to the security gate, people were still pulling out hair gel, suntan lotions, etc... from their bags, continuing to slow down the proceedure because their dumbasses didn't adhear to the PA announcements- and just plain pissing people off because well after waiting for so long in the line, and getting close to their flight departure time and possibly missing it and it being oh 6:30 in the morning- people are just slightly edgy-  Thankfully I had made both my flights- but just barely-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday I ended up tolerating certain people for an amount of time- because well, all they care about is trying to mooch off others-  If they know their drinks will be bought for them, or will be provided for cheap/free- they'll be in attendance- only when it's to their benefit. But they seem to amazingly think that they are Da Sh*t or so to say the coolest guys in town or something. Which not really, not that they really are or anything- they are undependable and known more as the misfits or miscreants or something by the majority. -But it's always interesting to study people in social aspects and how they think of themselves and how most of society actually view them-  It provides plenty of laughs to say the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115555951851613704?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115555951851613704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115555951851613704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115555951851613704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115555951851613704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-now-im-back-and-its-monday-how-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115469027540362469</id><published>2006-08-04T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T07:17:55.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 hours for 30 mintues.....</title><content type='html'>It seems a little assbackwards-  to spend a total of 7 hours in a car, just for 30 minutes of processing/interview visit.  But that is how I spent my day yesterday w/ 3 1/2 hours up to DC to the FEMA headquarters to their security office to get finger printed and show proof of citizenship- which took honestly all of about 15 minutes.  To be told in the end- oh you'll have to come back 2 more times before you get your badge-  My co-worker Tracy and myself both wanted to throttle them for that, because we've been getting the run around and different answers on what to do, bring etc...  But then once we were both done-  time to head back in the car, grab lunch around potomic mills, and then traffic home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got home, had a wicked sinus headache, so I laid down for a bit, then Jared and I went to dinner, since there was no way I was cooking after traveling all day yesterday -After dinner we did a surprise visit and stopped in @ Special head's house and had a drink or two with her.  Then we got home and our new neighbor was in his condo painting, so we offered him a drink- so we hung out chatting w/ Josh- (who is a navy diver, probably right around 28 or so- very cute- I could see a couple of friends definitely interested in him)  Then his roommate Nicole showed up, and we all talked for a few, and they were off to the bars, Mind you it's already like Midnight at this point- so I passed, since I had to play catch up today in the office for being out yesterday so I decided to go to bed than go party. Plus I have to finished getting ready to go to san diego tomorrow in the am-    Oh well, so much to do- so much to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115469027540362469?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115469027540362469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115469027540362469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115469027540362469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115469027540362469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/08/7-hours-for-30-mintues.html' title='7 hours for 30 mintues.....'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115445959251958875</id><published>2006-08-01T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T15:13:12.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG- this is funny</title><content type='html'>Can you imagine it at a hash camping weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/TRAVEL/07/31/mobile.hotel.room/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2006/TRAVEL/07/31/mobile.hotel.room/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115445959251958875?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115445959251958875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115445959251958875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115445959251958875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115445959251958875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg-this-is-funny.html' title='OMG- this is funny'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-115444863057647792</id><published>2006-08-01T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T12:10:30.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego</title><content type='html'>Of course, I am officially going for &lt;a href="http://www.esri.com/events/uc/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I get to Stay at the &lt;a href="http://marriott.com/property/propertypage/sandt"&gt;Marriott San Diego Hotel &amp;amp; Marina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115444863057647792?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115444863057647792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115444863057647792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115444863057647792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115444863057647792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/08/san-diego.html' title='San Diego'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115409111162074123</id><published>2006-07-28T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:51:51.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the crappy luck</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems about 6pm yesterday the internal parts of my AC Unit decided to hay wire and make all sorts of rattling sounds-   Which really sucks because I only had the intermal fan prelaced 2 yrs ago-  So, now I've called the company that did the work- and I am waiting- to hear back on when they can fix this situation-  grrrr..... and it's supposed to be a hot one today-  It doesn't help that I'm also pmsing like a royal beeeeeaaaccch right now either- considering I'm waiting and I know it's going to cost $$$$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115409111162074123?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115409111162074123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115409111162074123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115409111162074123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115409111162074123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/07/crappy-luck.html' title='the crappy luck'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115382909928884305</id><published>2006-07-25T07:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T08:04:59.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Sides.....</title><content type='html'>It seems that there are always, at least 2 sides to every story. But unfortunately, when things get done and said, most people never hear both sides of the story, and only hear/see one side. Which is truly unfortunate, because that can cause an unfair bias/taint etc.... on an individual's take of the person(s) involved on the other side, and an cause conflict down the road or undeserved ridicule, cold shoulder, or hurtful comments to be said. I wish that when someone is telling their side, that there is an automatic default that the other side of the story gets told to, so that those being informed of the situation can make a fair assessment of the situation and decide from there on how to handle things among the parties involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance, the softball team drama that occurred here a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;My other half, sent out a simple email- not attacking or blasting anyone, but one individual, decided to respond and direct the response at my other half- which due to past history, etc... was not a very nice email to him and it was via public forum. Which it then caused another individual in our group to jump on the band wagon, not knowing the situation at all but basing it off the public response, and write their own nasty email directed at my other half again publicly. So, when eventually having a chance to talk w/ this person, and let them know the whole situation, and why my other half sent the first email out to begin with- well needless to say, that person felt like a royal ass and actually in the end agreed with the Viewpoint of my other half on the situation in the end. And an apology was to be made to him for it. So, there is something to be said to let other people know both sides of the story, and not cause them to gang up on someone/some group specifically because they do not know the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe that is why I am trying to avoid certain things/situations right now, and not travel hashing so much, because there are some 1 sided conversations going on- that well, if they heard my side it might be a different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115382909928884305?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115382909928884305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115382909928884305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115382909928884305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115382909928884305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/07/2-sides.html' title='2 Sides.....'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115374271466225653</id><published>2006-07-24T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T08:05:14.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are some people just to sensitive or are some people just too mean? It seems to be the case I have observed lately, which is annoying at times, because around certain people you have to watch what you say, and around others you don't. I don't know, I think I'll shut up about this subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115374271466225653?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115374271466225653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115374271466225653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115374271466225653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115374271466225653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/07/are-some-people-just-to-sensitive-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115348988223566054</id><published>2006-07-21T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:51:23.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you wonder, about the person you have a conversation with.&lt;br /&gt;Say for Example, over 4th of July weekend, I had a conversation with a fellow TH3 hasher, who well, isn't exactly the most well liked. And it's not necessarily because of his actions, but because of the counterparts he tends to socialize and hang out with on a daily basis, is the main reason why people dis-associate from him. Which, in ways makes you wonder the possibilities of why: 1) that he just does not get it, that people choose not to socialize w/ him because of his partners in crime, or 2) that he does get it but possibly he is uber loyal to his friends, or 3) that he gets it but is afraid to try and make new friends outside of the realm he is so comfortable with because they are not the same level or caliber of people.&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wonder about human nature in general about what we're willing to do and not do. what I mean by that is this: To make new friends, accomplish goals, or try something new an individual at some point has to step out of their "realm of comfort" or "safety zone" so to say, and step into the unknown and be uncomfortable for a time being. Some people who hate change, and avoid uncomfortable situations,etc... because they are afraid for one reason or another. So, in the end, what does it take to get an individual to buck up and deal w/ the initial fear and try something new. What is worth to you? Would you rather weekend after weekend stay at home w/ no friends and just watch TV (which is the comfort factor) or would you rather try to go out to places, groups, social activities,etc.. and try to meet new people to develop friends to hang out w/ on the weekends (even though initially this would be the uncomfortable moments till meeting people) etc...? I guess in the end it could come down to a simple question- What do you want out of your life? Do you want it to be boring possibly and perhaps unfulfilling or would you rather have a life that is rich and full? So, in the end, how many times is one willing to put themselves in the realm of the unknown and uncomfortable to have a fuller life? Yes, I understand and acknowledge everyone is different, and it takes more or sometimes less force, encouragement, guiding, etc... to get someone to take that first step. It's hard, believe me, it is very hard sometimes when it is a big big step. But in the end one must look at what is the possibilities of what one would Gain from taking that Step. Maybe I am wrong on this, maybe not, who knows- fear does influence all at some point or another. For some it's the fear of settling and not finding the right answer, or others it's the fear of being abandoned or alone that makes some cling to bad relationships. Fear of the uncomfortable/unknown is a powerful thing, so buck it up, overcome your fears and do something new! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115348988223566054?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115348988223566054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115348988223566054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115348988223566054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115348988223566054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-you-wonder-about-person-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115340683114856987</id><published>2006-07-20T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:47:11.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things Meme</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm stealing this from &lt;a href="http://nfhndarcey.blogspot.com/"&gt;the Muse&lt;/a&gt; because I really don't feel like writing today about much and I have a lot of work to do-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things in my Freezer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bags of Frozen Lo Mein Stir Fry Vegetables&lt;br /&gt;2) WW Frozen sorbet pops&lt;br /&gt;3) A block of Coffee from Seattle's best- cinnabon flavor (I think)&lt;br /&gt;4) Pint Glasses- you never know when you're going to need a chilled glass&lt;br /&gt;5) A bag Ginger Root - (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I saw on one of the Food Network shows that you can freeze spare roots of ginger to keep them longer&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things in my Closet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) File Cabinet (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yes it seems odd, but space is limited in my condo, and well, it's the best place to hide confidential papers/ etc...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2) A Huge Rubber maid bin full of Hash Attire/Costumes/Wigs/Props/Accessories etc.....&lt;br /&gt;3) My Scuba Pro Jet Fins&lt;br /&gt;4) A Wire standing bin w/ drawers - containing purses, hats, socks, belts, etc...&lt;br /&gt;5) Luggage, sports bags, backpacks etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things on my Bookshelf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My eclectic assortment of cookbooks.&lt;br /&gt;2) Jimmy Buffet- A Pirate looks @ 50 &amp;amp; A Salty Piece of Land&lt;br /&gt;3) 2 different Atlas's (Hey I'm a geographer, it's an unwritten thing)&lt;br /&gt;4) Anne Rice Vampire chronicles&lt;br /&gt;5) Dr. Suess- The Places you'll go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things in my Handbag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My Wallet&lt;br /&gt;2) 4 tubes of lipstick that are so similar in shades (but aren't the same shade, I don't know why I carry all of them @ once&lt;br /&gt;3) My Cell phone&lt;br /&gt;4) A ball Point Pen&lt;br /&gt;5) Spare doses of Sinus Meds, since right now the weather is playing havoc on mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Items from my To-Do List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Win the Lottery&lt;br /&gt;2) Get my sh*t and $$$$ together for San Diego Conference trip&lt;br /&gt;3) Loose the last of the weight I'm carrying (in meaning get motivated to work out more)&lt;br /&gt;4) Double check w/ my co-worker about the house we're renting in Nov in OBX to make sure everything is kosher&lt;br /&gt;5) Send an email reminder to those who are going White Water Rafting in Sept- to pay the second half of their $$ by Aug 23rd-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115340683114856987?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115340683114856987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115340683114856987&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115340683114856987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115340683114856987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/07/5-things-meme.html' title='5 Things Meme'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-115331583678284317</id><published>2006-07-19T09:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T09:30:36.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so what else is new?, nothing really exciting going on in my life at the moment- or should I say immediately in my realm, but in those closest to me it's another story-&lt;br /&gt;My oldest sister(older by 6yrs)- Michelle has major drama at the moment, and it feels kind of odd that the little sister is giving advice to her. See she was seeing this guy-'Chris', she met him at her part time job- her full time job is an AP math teacher at a Cape Henry collegiate- but because she is type 1 diabetic- her medical insurance and bills are expensive each month, so a second job was necessary- which is being a Manager @ Dockside Bar &amp;amp; Grill- Well, it seems, Chris was also seeing one of the Bartenders at Dockside as well while he was seeing my sister, and most people I guess there new about it, but my sister was oblivious to the fact. So, now that she's called it off w/ him after finding this out, she feels embarrassed about it, because she feels like she's the joke of the Bar etc... and is all weepy about it. I'm the one on the phone, telling her she doesn't need someone like that in her life, that she deserves much much better than him, that not to waste tears on him any more, that there is much more in life than a lying scoundrel w/ no scruples. But I just gotta say, I'm liking being the one w/ no relationship drama at the moment it's nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115331583678284317?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115331583678284317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115331583678284317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115331583678284317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115331583678284317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-what-else-is-new-nothing-really_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115322530086185827</id><published>2006-07-18T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T08:21:40.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, let's just get through the day, it's supposed to be one of the hottest on record here in Va Beach, and of course, the HVAC unit on my side of the building is kaputz and is in the process of being repaired.  so, hopefully they will have it up and running before mid-morning, so we're not melting away in the heat. Otherwise- I'll just go home, not like I'm doing anything pertinent, since we're waiting for mexico to send us current data, and we're still waiting.   So, we shall just see how long it takes-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115322530086185827?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115322530086185827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115322530086185827&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115322530086185827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115322530086185827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-lets-just-get-through-day-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115314860335460793</id><published>2006-07-17T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:30:46.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>anticipation- it kills....</title><content type='html'>So, last week, my co-worker who's been on vacation for 2 1/2 weeks, gets back and puts in his 2 wk notice- so my company counter offers- and he's still yet to make a decision. The worst part is, on friday he told my that my boss is going to ask me to go to the San Diego conference in Aug in his place, but I haven't heard anything yet- I'm not sure when to broach the subject w/ my boss on the trip, because 1) he hasn't said anything to me yet, 2) my co-worker hasn't made any official decision yet, etc.... So needless to say, the anticipation is killing me- I'd like to know what's going on in the office, and if I'm going to have to travel or not-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******UPDATE******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to San Diego, they are coordinating the travel arrangements now- whooo hooooooooo- even if it is for a conference-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still no word on if my co-worker is leaving for the other job or not- which is killing all of us w/ anticipation because he's such the lynch pin in the whole group for the Software development etc.....  aahhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115314860335460793?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115314860335460793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115314860335460793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115314860335460793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115314860335460793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/07/anticipation-it-kills.html' title='anticipation- it kills....'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-115308718206746500</id><published>2006-07-16T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T17:59:42.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 7: The Enthusiast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#FFFAFA;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing and playful - always seeing the happy side to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're enthusiastic and excitable. You love anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multi-talented, you do many things well... and find success easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to keep things light with others. Opening up is hard for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatnumberareyouquiz/"&gt;What Number Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115308718206746500?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115308718206746500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115308718206746500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115308718206746500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115308718206746500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-are-7-enthusiast-you-are-outgoing.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115270602748411941</id><published>2006-07-12T07:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T08:07:07.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seconds...</title><content type='html'>This stems from 3 different conversations over the past weekend amongst friends. There is something to be said about first impressions, and then there is even more to be said for giving someone a second chance at a first impression or just a second chance in general.   My perspective has been opened a little, that maybe in a way I have been way to narrow minded about certain individuals, that I haven't gotten past their facades/attitudes they put up to protect themselves, but in that that facade/attitude  is so damn ugly and uninviting I really don't want to be around it, so it's hard, very hard to try and give someone a second chance.   I will do my best in the coming months to be more open, as long as the 'tudes are lowered and not so offensive/ugly.  But in that a great second chance did happen over the weekend.  It was definitely one of those things that well, you don't expect but was a pleasant surprise.  Over the weekend I had to spend time in the office, but on sunday as I was trying to accomplish work, my cell phone rings, and it was a voice from the past, and one easily recognized.  It was a friend from Grade school/High School, who now lives back in the area. Jeremy Hollenback, we lost touch originally when he transferred high schools, and then went off to the Marine Corps.  Well, he's back now, and been trying to get intouch w/ all those from St Gregory's/Catholic days.  e &amp; his wife live here now, etc....   It was good catching up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115270602748411941?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115270602748411941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115270602748411941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115270602748411941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115270602748411941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/07/seconds.html' title='Seconds...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-115261931252112866</id><published>2006-07-11T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T08:01:52.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I haven't written anything really since friday, but it's been a busy weekend/week already, considering I came into the office both days on the weekend- ahhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't do much more in writing till this delivery gets out the door today-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115261931252112866?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115261931252112866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115261931252112866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115261931252112866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115261931252112866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-i-know-i-havent-written-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115229308183351551</id><published>2006-07-07T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T13:24:41.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it over with yet?</title><content type='html'>The week, the shortest work week yet for me, has seemed like the longest ever. Due to the stress levels I've experienced in the past few days both in the work place and in the personal arena of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been helllllll, because of just server stuff going on and our main programmer who knows the ESRI SDE side  and Oracle side of things is on vacation, and otherwise some others through out the company can do certain things, just not all that this one person can. So needless to say, we're not making a deadline today, I am going to have to work some over the weekend.  grrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115229308183351551?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115229308183351551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115229308183351551&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115229308183351551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115229308183351551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-it-over-with-yet.html' title='Is it over with yet?'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115219650284437719</id><published>2006-07-06T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T10:35:02.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks... baddddd......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/1600/burn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/320/burn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of the burns I received on my chest when Hummer decided to put a mortar that was too big into a small launch tube- the end result, the mortar didn't go anywhere but Boom on shore and well, people got burned-  mine was across my chese- this is what 1 area of burns looks like 4 days after-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115219650284437719?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115219650284437719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115219650284437719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115219650284437719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115219650284437719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/07/fireworks-baddddd.html' title='Fireworks... baddddd......'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-115219549253646089</id><published>2006-07-06T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T10:18:12.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what I have is to certain people, not to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;If they are so stupid/shallow, etc... that they can't get past someone's rough exterior to see a heart of gold, and that to actually know that person, once befriended would give the shirt of their backs to help a friend in-need. There are certain individuals who just do not care, or do not even try to befriend, but just agitate and try to push buttons so that the rough exterior becomes even more jagged. And you wonder why they act like an asshole to them in reaction, it's simple- stop being such an ass to begin with and you might actually get to see the other side of people. It's not my fault that some act like such idiots/assholes that by the end of a camping weekend everyone wants to flatten the tires in your vehicle, or another gets floured by an out of towner because you were such a dick to her, or that a whole group of people decide to play zoolander/ when another group is playing the same game at the same time but by a different name because of people's actions, attitudes, etc.... Or that people are bothered and possibly mad at someone because of just behavior that is unbecoming even for a hasher- don't tell someone that you've known for years, that oh back in college- you remember that girl you dated- well I was f*ckin her too.... and that you can't remember her name is worse- that is a reason for someone to be agitated at ya, because they would have been fine their whole life w/out knowing that fact- because in fact it's the past and an ex. And also for the same person to make very unwanted advances/comments to another's wife when in fact her husband is there on the weekend as well. It's amazing what happens sometimes when alcohol is involved and you sit back and watch and hear things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115219549253646089?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115219549253646089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115219549253646089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115219549253646089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115219549253646089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-i-have-is-to-certain-people-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-115210188374805798</id><published>2006-07-05T08:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T08:18:03.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DO's &amp; Don'ts</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I survived yet another weekend at TITS- whooo hoooo-  Here is my list of memories, and lessons learned from the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't&lt;/strong&gt; Step around Mrs. Nipplesworth's Tent after she has played multiple rounds of Tippy Cup-  Her Puke is really slippery on a tarp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't &lt;/strong&gt;be near Hummer when he is trying to set of fireworks and puts to big of a mortar into to small of a Tube-  My Chest is Burnt in spots and looks gross because of having to keep putting ointment on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt;- bring Apple Rum &amp; Grand Melon Rum to have mix drinks for the weekend- ohhhhh yummmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt;- Camp on Phil McCrackin' Ave again-  it was fun having our own little district-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't- &lt;/strong&gt;play Zoolander on the river, it will royally f you up if you're not careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do &lt;/strong&gt;Play the Jolly Rancher game sitting around the fire w/ Lips, Plug, Treasure, and others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't&lt;/strong&gt;  try to have a conversation w/ someone who is an idiot, and just doesn't get it - Especially when you're chopping lettuce w/ a big knife-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't &lt;/strong&gt;let STD drive his Jeep around like he's Dashit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do-&lt;/strong&gt; let DBD get her revenge on people, it's funny as all get up to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't&lt;/strong&gt;  Camp next to Doc's Tent- (we didn't but Crack Whore's Brother and Sister n law did) He might fall into it when too drunk, trying to get to his own tent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh there are many more things, but I need to get to work, I'll write more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115210188374805798?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115210188374805798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115210188374805798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115210188374805798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115210188374805798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/07/dos-donts.html' title='DO&apos;s &amp; Don&apos;ts'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115149719093936010</id><published>2006-06-28T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T08:19:50.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully excellent by Sat/Sun</title><content type='html'>Current River Level:  DESCRIPTION OF CONDITIONS&lt;br /&gt;THOSE PLANNING TO ENJOY THE RIVER SHOULD CALL – TOLL FREE: 800.727.4371 – TO GET THE UP-TO-THE-MINUTE CONDITIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;CURRENT CONDITIONS:&lt;/u&gt; Does the name Noah still ring a bell? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;RED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DUE TO THE CHANGING AMOUNTS OF FLOW, SRT SUGGEST CALLING FOR UP TO THE MINUTE RIVER CONDITIONS.  RECENT ISOLATED RAINS HAVE PLAYED HAVOC IN WATER LEVEL DETERMINATIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Widely scattered storms and showers generated by a stationary front have contributed WAY too much water to the South Fork of the Shenandoah River.  While water levels are moving up and down, the general direction of upstream gauges is rising and rising quickly. The gauges upstream of our Bentonville, Virginia base show a rollercoaster graph which means water levels will rise and lower throughout this last week in June. We are expecting increased flow through Tuesday and Thursday (June 27 &amp;29th) with a slow drop to follow. NOAA is predicting continual rises in the feeder creeks over the next 40 hours.  Additional rain amounts will increase flooding as they arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surging water and high velocity create dangerous conditions to boaters and anglers alike.  Please call your outfitter before attempting any waterway that is muddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water is stained, muddy and remains warmish at 77 to 78 degrees F. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Read The "Traffic Light" Level Gauge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If the light is flashing RED, that means the Shenandoah is at Flood Stage. We are offering No Rentals during these conditions. High velocity, floating debris and strainers and sweepers pose serious problems. This applies to all stages above 5 feet on the Front Royal gauge. Caution to all private boaters: Do not launch under these conditions. No Exceptions! &lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the light is flashing YELLOW, that means the Shenandoah is at Above Average levels. Above average means swift water, generally this occurs just above 3.8 to 5 feet on the Front Royal gauge. Some Trip, Equipment and Age Restrictions Apply. Private boater should check with local outfitters for conditions, dangers, and required skill level. Age restrictions and skills checked. 3.7 to 4.75 ft. on Front Royal Gauge.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If the light is flashing YELLOW &amp; GREEN, that means the Shenandoah is at Slightly Above Ideal boating levels. Great rafting conditions, check with Shenandoah River Trips to see what restrictions may apply at this boating level.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the light is flashing GREEN, that means the Shenandoah is at Ideal Boating Level. Great Fun! 1.3 to 3.8 ft. on Front Royal Gauge.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If the light is flashing BLUE &amp; GREEN, that means the Shenandoah is at Slightly Below Ideal boating levels. Still great fun!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If the light is flashing BLUE, that means the Shenandoah is at Low to Very Low Levels. Some Bumping and Dragging occurs. Rafters may/will have to push rafts off of ledges. Below 1.3 ft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115149719093936010?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.shenandoah.cc/river_conditions.html' title='Hopefully excellent by Sat/Sun'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115149719093936010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115149719093936010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115149719093936010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115149719093936010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/06/hopefully-excellent-by-satsun.html' title='Hopefully excellent by Sat/Sun'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-115149697990726493</id><published>2006-06-28T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T08:16:19.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 1/2 days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, I am finally getting excited about T.I.T.S. weekend- It's taken a little while- but I am excited about going. This well be my 5th T.I.T.s weekend- yes 5th weekend. I've seen a lot of things over those 5 years- including the one from last year that will ever be burned into my memory of Buck-a-Fuffalo in a Red Fuzzy thong playing the egg toss game.&lt;br /&gt;But, this is the final one- so It was almost a given that we really needed to go because of that, and also because a few of our friends, who don't normally go are going. Plus, we'll get to see people from other hashes that we do not see on a regular basis. There are numerous reasons to go, which in the end out weigh the reasons not to go, so we're going. Who hooey-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that here's my packing list-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tent&lt;br /&gt;Tarps&lt;br /&gt;Air Mattress&lt;br /&gt;Air Pump&lt;br /&gt;Tent Fan&lt;br /&gt;Lantern(s)&lt;br /&gt;Chairs&lt;br /&gt;Covers/Sheets for Air Mattress&lt;br /&gt;Tube for the river&lt;br /&gt;Coolers filled w/ water/soda/munchies/alcohol/ICE&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks&lt;br /&gt;Beer Pong essentials&lt;br /&gt;Dice&lt;br /&gt;Vessel or two&lt;br /&gt;Flash Light&lt;br /&gt;Cotton shorts (3 pair)&lt;br /&gt;Tank tops/T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;Sarongs&lt;br /&gt;PJs&lt;br /&gt;Bathing suits&lt;br /&gt;River Shoes&lt;br /&gt;Flip Flops&lt;br /&gt;undergarments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shampoo/Conditioner&lt;br /&gt;Soap&lt;br /&gt;Toothbrush/toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;Brush&lt;br /&gt;Lotion&lt;br /&gt;Sun Block&lt;br /&gt;Bug Spray &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/13902424-115149697990726493?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115149697990726493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115149697990726493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115149697990726493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115149697990726493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/06/2-12-days.html' title='2 1/2 days....'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115132306572171380</id><published>2006-06-26T07:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T07:57:45.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is something to be said for being honest.  It's a hard thing to be at times, due to not everyone likes to hear the truth, they actually can get mad or violent when faced with the "ugly truth".  But there is something still to be said about being honest.  Even though what you might have to say will hurt another's feelings, lying to them and then them finding out later that it was  a lie, is actually worse in the end.    So, I know it's not always the easiest thing to do for any of us, life would be a lot better if we all could try a little harder to be more honest.  I know I could, and I'm the first to admit that.  But I give kudos to those who do tell the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115132306572171380?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115132306572171380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115132306572171380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115132306572171380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115132306572171380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/06/there-is-something-to-be-said-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115106378514908206</id><published>2006-06-23T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T07:56:25.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mandmphoto.com/proofs/tony-monica/"&gt;http://www.mandmphoto.com/proofs/tony-monica/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115106378514908206?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115106378514908206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115106378514908206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115106378514908206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115106378514908206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/06/wedding-pics.html' title='Wedding pics'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115098078047518598</id><published>2006-06-22T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T08:53:00.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless...Stressin'... suckin wind...</title><content type='html'>yeah, it's been one of those kind of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Messed up data in from Mexico needing to go to the client asap, but not before we give ourselves bleeding Ulcers (one of my co-workers on Tuesday, ended up in the hospital for a scope to find out he has a bleeding ulcer- yikes, time for a vacation) . so needless to say, I haven't gotten much sleep in the past few days either. Yeah, I'm just a really happy person to deal w/ at the moment-my whole team could just bite someone's head off today because of all the bull crap going on. But then again, I tried running this morning @ 5:30am, but it was still humid as all get up- I mean seriously, I was having issues breathing because of it- that royally sucks- when you're trying to run and can't do well. But I need to get used to it, especially If I'm going to run the 1/2 marathon over labor day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it doesn't help that right now, my condo is a mess right now, we pulled out all our camping stuff, to take inventory for next weekend. So, it's just a happy happy joy joy kind of week- anyone else experiencing this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115098078047518598?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115098078047518598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115098078047518598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115098078047518598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115098078047518598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/06/sleeplessstressin-suckin-wind.html' title='Sleepless...Stressin&apos;... suckin wind...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115081163658548206</id><published>2006-06-20T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:53:56.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Supergirl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="85"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 85%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="85"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 85%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Flash&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="80"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Robin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 65%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Iron Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 65%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Superman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Catwoman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 55%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Batman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="30"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hulk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="30"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lean, muscular and feminine.  &lt;br /&gt;Honest and a defender of the innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= "http://www.seabreezecomputers.com/superhero/pics/supergirl3.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seabreezecomputers.com/superhero"&gt;Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115081163658548206?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115081163658548206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115081163658548206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115081163658548206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115081163658548206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/06/your-resultsyou-are-supergirlsupergirl.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115071739042004518</id><published>2006-06-19T07:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T07:43:10.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's done in the blink of an eye...</title><content type='html'>Wow- my weekend went fast, way to fast.  Needless to say it was a lot of fun, but as written before, completely booked up and because of that it went by at the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;I got to celebrate a Friend's 30th Birthday on Friday night- we hung out at the cove (where we had VA interhash 2 yrs ago) grilled out and just had a good time. One of the funniest moments of the evening was when Tony (aka Chia-pet) took his fiance's dog- which btw is a dachsund- and went and purposely dropped her in the water just to see her take off like lighting out of the water.  you'd have to be there, but it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we celebrated Monica and Tony's Wedding, which they completely lucked out on the weather. Yes, it was warm and sunny, but there was a nice breeze going on to save the guests sitting on the beach. But the ceremony, was very beautiful and very much their style, so it was a joy to see.  the reception was a lot of fun as well, her Aunt and Uncle who's home the reception was hosted at are great fun people.  In all it was a great evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Father's day- I ran w/ Dawn at 7:30 in the morning (yes even after celebrating at the wedding the evening before)  we ran 5.7 miles in just over an hour- so for part of the morning afterwards my knee was on the sore side.  Then in the afternoon,  we went to my step brother's house for Family gathering for Father's Day-  good time had by all- all my step nephews were in town, but the star of the afternoon, was their new little puppy- Max- a Havanese (sp?)  OMG- just a cutie- I could deal w/ a lap dog like this guy-   &lt;br /&gt; The icing on the Cake though for the weekend- was hearing the news last night- Emily had her baby yesterday at 12:59pm-  Olivia Rae was born-  yeahhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115071739042004518?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115071739042004518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115071739042004518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115071739042004518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115071739042004518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-its-done-in-blink-of-eye.html' title='And it&apos;s done in the blink of an eye...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115046290421569730</id><published>2006-06-16T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T09:01:44.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and Just like that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.... my weekend is booked before I can even blink!, ahhhhhhhhhhh. It happened with the quick 5 minute phone call last evening, to book up Sunday afternoon- which then entails, that I have something to do all weekend long- which is really, really odd for me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying hard not to book up my weekends yeah many months in advanced like I used to, because it really got tiring and it always seem liked cool things to do popped up at the last minute and having to break prior obligations is something I don't like to do. But now, I have a full weekend scheduled- so Sunday evening I should sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see here's the plan for the weekend- times on some stuff may vary but some are dead set:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon: It begins when I get out of work and head home to get changed and items together to head to the Cove for Kendra's a.k.a. Little Go Deep's 30th Birthday celebration. Thankfully Jared is already off of work (the navy is good for some things) so he can run around and get shrimp to skewer and marinate etc.... and get all the food prepping done before we head out to the pick up point for the cove.( You have to boat into the cove or trespass over someone's property otherwise) So we will hang out, grill out, swim, etc... Till whenever we get tired and need to head home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Begins w/ the usual trip to the gym for a workout. Then I want to stroll along the oceanfront to look at some of the artist at the Boardwalk Art Show. After that about 1:30-2pm I have to start getting ready for Monica &amp;amp; Tony's Wedding- The Wedding Starts promptly at 4pm, but because of parking hurdles, have to walk etc... we need to be there by 3:30. So, needless to say, Wedding- wedding reception to follow- so that is my Saturday evening as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Begins w/ meeting my running partner and going for a distance run- We're shooting for 5-6 miles, so we know we're on track for Rock n Roll 1/2 at labor day. Sunday afternoon, is the last thing that was booked, and happened last night when my step brother called to invite us over for Father's day celebration/grilling, so there ya go, I'm booked-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say it will be a full weekend, and a fun at that-&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else have complete plans? &lt;/span&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/13902424-115046290421569730?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115046290421569730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115046290421569730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115046290421569730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115046290421569730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-just-like-that.html' title='and Just like that...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115028638283608876</id><published>2006-06-14T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T07:59:42.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Karma&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hinduism &amp; Buddhism The total effect of a person's actions and conduct during the successive phases of the person's existence, regarded as determining the person's destiny.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fate; destiny.&lt;br /&gt;3. Informal A distinctive aura, atmosphere, or feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Karma is quite the funny fickle character isn't she.  For some reason she decided to play with me this week.  Monday at work, my phone rings- just before lunch mind you-  it came across as a local # so I had no qualms about answering it.  I was not expected to hear the voice on the other end.  I have not heard it in about oh 6  or 7 years, and granted, I thought is was a voice I'd never hear again. When the person on the other line said "It's Adrian"  I not sure what I expected.  See, Adrain and I dated back when I was at ODU, we met because we both were in the same Geography 100 class and we made jokes about feeling old amongst the kiddies.   We became friends and kept it that way for oh 6 months- he was dating someone and I was seeing someone, be we kept it friends.  Then we started dating- and we dated for a year.  That year had a lot of ups and downs with him, we were both young and stupid, but in a lot of ways, he was very inconsiderate and immature etc... and not so nice at times.  We split on good terms because in the end we felt more like friends than anything and wanted to keep the friendship.  I moved on, he moved on and we were still friends, that is until he started seeing Carolynn-  She did not like him talking to any woman, or what not. So communication ended for a bit between me and him.    We had an email here and there after I finished school and he finished and became an officer in the Army, but we really didn't talk much anymore because the pyshco b*tch didn't like him talking to an ex.   Well, come to find out he married that girl, and now they're getting separated because of reasons. But, that was not the reason for his call, he's been in Afganistan now for 4 months, and still had 6 or so to go, he's already been in Iraq,etc...  But he was calling because he's had time to reflect on his life, and that he felt like he was something like "My name is Earl" because he was trying to apologize for not being such a good person to me,and that he thought  that I was always a positive light for him.  Basically it blew me away that he was apologizing.  He was trying to make amends for his past so he could try and move on with a clean slate, I'll give him credit for that, it's not the easist thing in the world to eat crow. &lt;br /&gt;But it's good to hear from him, and I pray that he stays safe over there, and when he comes back we're going to get together for drinks and for him to met Jared, since he's now heard about him, etc....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115028638283608876?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115028638283608876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115028638283608876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115028638283608876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115028638283608876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/06/karma.html' title='Karma...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-115012047774294698</id><published>2006-06-12T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T09:54:37.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>P.U.I.....</title><content type='html'>Peddling under the Influence.... Is how I spent  part of Saturday evening.   Even thought I know a majority of people went to Revolution this past weekend, those of us who stayed intown had a great time as well.  Saturday afternoon, Jared and I get a call from Sally &amp; Chris (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lip Service and YMCGay&lt;/span&gt;) Seeing what people were up to for the evening.  We said- no plans, we decided against going to Harborfest in Norfolk, because of having to drive there, pay for parking, deal with the crowds etc....  So, we were going to hang out at the oceanfront, maybe catch one of the bands at the various stages on the boardwalk, blah blah blah....  So, we called Monica &amp; Tony (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Spit &amp;amp; Bye-Bye&lt;/span&gt;) to see what they were up to, since they live about 12 blocks away-  They said, that  Katie &amp; Joel (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Crack Whore &amp;amp; Bionic&lt;/span&gt;) were coming down and they were going to ride bikes at the boardwalk, grab dinner, watch a band or two etc..., to basically peddle our butts on over to their place and join in the bike gang.  So, after stopping and getting Jared a new beach cruiser, since his bike was just about to break, we headed on over.  We peddled around for a bit, and then headed up to Baja Cantina for drinks and dinner, and a bonus, free street drama entertainment.  We camped out at a table out front, waiting for Chris and Sally to join us, and we happened to get there, right as they were closing 23rd st for the evening.  In the evenings at the oceanfront, they like to have what's called "Beach Street USA" with preformers of all sorts, and here it was a band setting up. But there were still cars parked along the block, and well that's where the entertainment came in.  We got to watch as they ticketed, tagged and towed cars away from the street.  One car owner got back just into time to get her car out of there, but was very upset about it, the others, man those tow truck drivers have the system down to a T. they were gone within a couple minutes it seems.  Well, after we all had drinks and finished eating, we headed back to  Monica and Tony's place to hang out, drink, etc....  The funniest comment of the night came from this 2 1/2 block ride back- Sally said something in the fact she hadn't ridden a bike in 10yrs, so Monica offered to let her ride hers-  Sally proceeding to mount the bike turns and looks at Monica and says "You're Giant, b*tch" which had us all rolling.  We all, finally made it back to thier place, and sat out in the yard and watch Tony proceed to send up smoke and fire signals w/ the outdoor fire pit.   A couple more drinks later, Monica's 18 yr Cousin who was in from Ohio, who just graduated high school, and all his little buddies came up from wandering the boardwalk, and it was hilarious how the conversation turned from there.   Needless to say, the  bike ride home was wobbly, but I didn't fall or crash- I made it in 1 piece-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-115012047774294698?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/115012047774294698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=115012047774294698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115012047774294698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/115012047774294698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/06/pui.html' title='P.U.I.....'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114976924609932844</id><published>2006-06-08T07:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T08:20:46.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changing gears,  it seems that things are finally slowing back to normal now- to what ever normal is in my life.  But oh well, I like it when it's at a slower pace than what I have been running on lately.&lt;br /&gt;  Speaking of running- would you believe that I have been up since 5:00 am- yes, me and my run partner have been meeting at 5:30 in the am now, since summer heat is setting in, and I was taking that d*&amp;m class (which I with drew yesterday and got my $$ back- I going to take it in the fall when it's spread out over 16 weeks, so it's not so intense and time crunched in 10 wks)   but back to the running thing- we're doing good so to say- considering w/ the way the last 2 wks before went, we really didn't run, we're still on track- whooo hooo!&lt;br /&gt;  Tied in w/ the running, I am dress shopping at the moment, because it seems I am again in a transition size stage, and all the things that did fit are loose now, and all the things that didn't fit -well I can get into them, but they're a little tight- so like most girls, I needed an excuse to shop- and here it is:  See  my friends Monica and Tony are getting married Next weekend, And well- It's an afternoon beach wedding- Dressy Causal is the theme- no suits, but no Shorts and flip flops either- so I'm looking for a Fancy Sundress -I guess that's the way to phrase what I'm looking for-  I think I found one at B Moss, and I'm having my momma meet me today to give a second opinion on it- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and hopefully have her buy it, she'll normally do that if we meet up during my lunch break and go shopping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  But, we shall see on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might actually go hashing tonight, even though I ran this morning, the reason why- I might be bringing a Virgin w/ me- yeah, I think she's ready for it, so we shall see- but it's weather dependant-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114976924609932844?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114976924609932844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114976924609932844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114976924609932844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114976924609932844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/06/changing-gears-it-seems-that-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114969004940599997</id><published>2006-06-07T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T10:25:07.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lines from "Once in a lifetime" by the Talking heads-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you may ask yourself,"How do I work this?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you may ask yourself,"What is that beautiful house"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you may ask yourself, "Where does that highway go to"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you may ask yourself, "Am I right or am I wrong"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you may say to yourself, "My God, what have I done"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They seem to ring so true, when the blinders are finally pulled from ones eyes about there life and how it really is, and how they have really lived it. I have asked myself questions like these at times to see if I really know where I 'm going, where I've been, and what I've done. I think sometimes we are all so wrapped up in ourselves and trying to survive day by day in the world, that we don't always see the bigger picture and the resulting effects our actions will have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some of the actions in my past I'm not so proud of, but now I am making my amends and working to repair friendships, feelings, etc.... to feel like I don't have to ask anymore "My god, What have I done?" which to me is the hardest question to face the truth too. I do not necessarily like going through life always wondering if I do this, it will cause this or that to happen- but I also don't like going through like, not having a clue of what I've done to situations in the long run either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So do you go through life with blinders on? Are you aware of what the ripple effect you are causing? Do you know where you are? and how you got there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114969004940599997?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114969004940599997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114969004940599997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114969004940599997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114969004940599997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/06/lines-from-once-in-lifetime-by-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114959388696239173</id><published>2006-06-06T07:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T07:38:06.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a week since I last posted.  Well, the class I signed up for is really kicking my butt, and I'm not sure if I'm going to do well with it at all.  Last week in DC was pretty good, learned a lot about the inner workings of FEMA and the MAC (mapping analysis center) where I will be working, if called up- which the schedule- hmm.....   I'm on every other 21 day set- so yeah, at least 1 point each month till end of November I am on the schedule, so if a hurricane hits, up to DC I go to work w/ the MAC crew-  not to bad, but going to be long 12 hr days- it's either a 7am to 7pm shift or 7pm to 7am-  so yeah, I didn't know what I signed up for when initially volunteering for this, but oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114959388696239173?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114959388696239173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114959388696239173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114959388696239173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114959388696239173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-its-been-week-since-i-last-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114901623171149958</id><published>2006-05-30T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T15:10:31.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shift into overdrive...</title><content type='html'>that's what life seems like right now.   Since last friday it's been on the go, go go, and I don't see myself stopping until oh about sunday most likely.  The past weekend, Jared and I drove to Georgia to see his family and what not, and drove back yesterday.  We got back in time, to drop stuff off, change and then head to my momma's for her Birthday/Memorial Day BBQ. so last night I crashed, and crashed hard.  Today, usual work day, plus add to it, that my class starts tonight- ahhh..... so I won't get home until oh 9:45 or so now on Tues &amp; thursdays until the end of July.  Then tomorrow I head up to DC for training for 2 days for fema response stuff.  Come back late friday, and then Saturday wake up and cook cook cook for the couple's shower, Kenrda and myself are hosting for Tony and Monica which is Saturday afternoon/evening-  so it's going to be busy non-stop till sunday- then I get to hopefully get things shifted back to normal-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114901623171149958?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114901623171149958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114901623171149958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114901623171149958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114901623171149958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/05/shift-into-overdrive.html' title='Shift into overdrive...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114847710545919963</id><published>2006-05-24T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T09:25:05.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change in plans</title><content type='html'>Well, considering we were going to stay in town for the long weekend and just do all the local stuff- we're not now due to some things occurring, behind the scenes and family bonds- We're heading to the bible belt- yikes!?!! Yes, sir re- we're going to Georgia to see Jared's Family- but we're being smart about it- and not staying with them- oh I don't think that would do well with me with the uber guilt trip they'd lay upon us about living in sin because we live together but aren't married. yadda, yadda, ....... But, since we aren't staying with them,and staying in a hotel, we're also able to do more of what ever we want- and go where we want etc.... We managed to get in touch w/ L&amp;amp;F and found out what is going on down there for the weekend other than Hedon- which he isn't attending either- so we'll try and hook up with him and a few others who aren't attending hedon as well when we are down there, depending on time, etc.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114847710545919963?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114847710545919963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114847710545919963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114847710545919963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114847710545919963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/05/change-in-plans.html' title='Change in plans'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114838915907053470</id><published>2006-05-23T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T08:59:19.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Klutz in the  Kitchen...</title><content type='html'>Yep,  doing a simple simple thing- slicing a potato on a Mandolin- I managed to knick myself on my pinky finger- and take out part of my nail in the process as well-  Why? well because I particularly do not like the grip holder that my mandolin comes with, because it's awkward with odd sized/shaped things like potatos. So, it hurts, but It's not that bad, and oh well, got to continue on working. But I'm not necessarily in a good mood about it- The only thing really getting me through the day is the fact that I get to go see Blues Traveler tonight- YEah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/320/finger_boo_boo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114838915907053470?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114838915907053470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114838915907053470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114838915907053470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114838915907053470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/05/klutz-in-kitchen.html' title='Klutz in the  Kitchen...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114831614624169987</id><published>2006-05-22T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T12:42:26.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay,&lt;br /&gt; Over the weekend, I got to show off my mastery of cheesecakes yet again-  It was recommended that since we were doing a wine party- Monica &amp; Tony hosted it, and everyone brought 2 bottles of wine w/ them- and oh majority of the bottles were whites-  That I bring some sort of chocolate cheesecake for dessert- Below is the recipe- When I first selected it, it sounded good and like everyone would like it- I didn't fully read through the whole thing or take note of how long it would take to make it- I was up until almost 2 am on friday evening (considering I started later than planned on making the thing, but picking up my parents from the airport was not something I could just slough off of anything)- But this is a decadent and rich dessert, I will keep the recipe, but only make it for special occassions because of the length in time in prepartions.  BTW- they killed over 22 bottles of wine at this party and about 3 or so cases of beer-  no one fell down the stairs there, but there was one small fight that I was oblivious to until told about it the next day-  The dice game and blowing on a lesbians ear, well that was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebra Cheesecake Recipe&lt;br /&gt;Serves/Makes: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready in: &gt; 5 hrs&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty: 4(1=easiest :: hardest=5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cup chocolate wafer crumbs&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;3 ounces semi sweet chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;32 ounces cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;5 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces sour cream&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cup heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;12 ounces semi sweet chocolate&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degreese. Grease 9" springform pan. In bowl, mix chocolate wafer crumbs &amp; butter; firmly press onto bottom of pan. Bake 12-15 minutes. Remove crust from oven &amp; sprinkle with chocolate pieces. Let stand until soft then spread over crust. Refrigerate while preparing filling.&lt;br /&gt;In large bowl, beat cream cheese until light.  In small bowl, mix sugar, cornstarch &amp; salt. Slowly beat into cream cheese until blended. With mixer at low sped, gradually beat in eggs, sour cream, vanilla &amp;amp; one cup heavy cream until blended &amp; smooth.&lt;br /&gt; Divide batter evenly into two 4-8 cup measuring cups or containers with pouring spout. In small saucepan over low heat, melt 8 oz semi sweet chocolate. In another small pan over very low heat, melt the white chocolate. Stir melted semi sweet chocolate into matter in one measuring cup &amp; stir melted white chocolate into batter in 2nd measuring cup.&lt;br /&gt;To create "zebra" design pour half of dark batter into spring form pan. Holding white batter about 2 feet above pan, pour about half of batter. Pouring from this height will cause batter in center of cake to be pushed toward edge of pan, forming zebra design. Repeat procedure three times, decreasing the amounts of batter each time &amp;amp; pouring from high above pan only into center, ending with white batter. Top of cake should look like a series of concentric circles.&lt;br /&gt;Bake cheesecake 30 minutes. Reduce heat to 225 degrees and bake 1 hour and 45 minutes longer or until center is set. Turn off oven; let cheesecake remain in oven 1 hour. Remove cheesecake from oven. Run spatula around edge of cheesecake to loosen. Cool cake on wire rack. Refrigerate cake at least 6 hours or until well chilled.&lt;br /&gt;GLAZE: In a 1 quart pan over medium heat, heat remaining 1/2 cup heavy cream until small bubbles form around edge of pan. Remove from heat. Stir in remaining 4 squares semi-sweet chocolate until smooth. Cool glaze 10 minutes. meanwhile, carefully remove cake from pan to cake plate, with spatula, spead glaze over top &amp;amp; side. Refrigerate 30-45 minutes until glaze is set.&lt;br /&gt;This recipe for Zebra Cheesecake serves/makes 8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114831614624169987?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114831614624169987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114831614624169987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114831614624169987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114831614624169987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-over-weekend-i-got-to-show-off-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114804597804761089</id><published>2006-05-19T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:39:38.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This goes out to all the people out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; - one simple question&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Are you perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because if you are, please let me know your secrect!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How do you get along with everyone and never be mean to anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How do you not ever get on anyone's last nerve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How do you know what the perfect gift is everytime? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How do you know the right things to say at the right time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How are you never able to say anything mean or out of line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How do you  know what's best for everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How can you give and give and give and never complain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How is it you can find the positive in all bad situations, and good in all people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There seems to be a fatal flaw in people (including myself at times) that some of us at times, we think we're as close to beomg perfect, but yet- in all truth and reality when the blind fold of ego is removed- we see we are waaaayyyyyy of the mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;   Lately I've heard, seen, and &lt;/span&gt;expereienc&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ed&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  a lot of Egos that think they are close to godly.  Umm....   check the tag again, because it doesn't say "Flawless Design" does it.   No one will ever be perfect, so face it, people are going to be who they are and they will only change, when they want to, and not at any other time.  Some people, even when the blinders are taken off, still don't care how imperfect they, but still act like they are perfect.  Which is hard, because, even when they know the truth, they refuse to accept it and refuse to ever hear the critics and what they have to say.  I have heard the critics and I am making some changes with in myself for the betterment of my own happy life, and not for any other reasons.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114804597804761089?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114804597804761089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114804597804761089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114804597804761089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114804597804761089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-goes-out-to-all-people-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114795737869594417</id><published>2006-05-18T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T09:03:10.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm stealing this from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vxoh.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VideoX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; because I don't feel like writing about something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am...A Damn good cook, and getting better at all the low-cal/low-fat cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said...i'm taking a break from my normal social life for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want...to go to Costa Rica again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish...Money did grow on trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/1192/1600/peas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate...Egos, especially those that think they're allowed to say/do anything when they really shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss... the bigger picture at times .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear... not being able to be me at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear... a lot of things as of late, some good, some just really annoys me, others just piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... if I'm not being a good enough friend to certain individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret...all of the drama that has been occurring with the softball them, I hope it's done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not...a runner by any means, I just jog and say it's running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance...when a swing song comes on and I have a partner that knows what they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing...in the car by myself because I don't want to subject anyone else to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry... when it's that time of the month and something really really sad occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not always... a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made... myself get back into shape and lose weight- tired of being fat all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write...SDE/Oracle stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confuse... myself, my boyfriend, my cats, friends etc... at times because I can be moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need... to win the lottery &amp; the Navy to figure out what they're going to do w/ Jared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should...hash tonight, but again- I'm taking a break from that- so I'll run w/ my partner tonight instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start... my day with some sort of caffeine intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish... Personal disagreements with "Just Drop it" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/1192/1600/walkin_on_air.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in... the possibility that there is good in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...I'm not perfect and never hope to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can... Good things right at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't... Always get things right the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/1192/1600/sixth_sense.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see...Things on the up and up now for my own future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog...Because a feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read...when I have chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aroused by...umm.... those are my secrets- not listing them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pisses me off...when egos get b*tchy and mean and prompt unnecessary comments or attacks on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find... myself wanting to do more with my life as of late, wanting to do more w/ charities- wanting to do good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like... the fact that my life in ways is very simple now a days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love... Jared, my family, my 2 fuzzies, sushi and all the foods that are bad for me (fried, rich, etc..) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else wants to do this go for it, otherwise I'm not tagging &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114795737869594417?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114795737869594417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114795737869594417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114795737869594417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114795737869594417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-stealing-this-from-videox-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-114795263468279359</id><published>2006-05-18T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:44:01.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All's well...</title><content type='html'>Last night there was no blood, there was no screaming, there was no really harsh or nasty words either. Which I think was a surprise to all of us. But in the end, we did get some resolution which will hopefully be for the best interest of the team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114795263468279359?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114795263468279359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114795263468279359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114795263468279359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114795263468279359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/05/alls-well.html' title='All&apos;s well...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114778450741709614</id><published>2006-05-16T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T09:01:47.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still flat...</title><content type='html'>Things have not progressively gotten better, nor worse, it's just flat at the moment. There is no real momentum to resolve the issues at hand, but no more nasty emails and words occurring either. So that leaves me at this place, which is probably the worst to be at- wondering what the hell is going to happen next. I already had a dampering on a good weekend because of the BS, and now it's dragging on into the next week, grrr..... But all I can do is wait because if I try to speed it along, or slow it up in any way, that would not be good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I cooked up a storm in the kitchen, Jared was haring the hobo, so I had me time at the house. So, I made another WW Banana Cream Pie recipe- so I could get my sweet dessert fix and not feel ultimately guilty. Then I tried out their Spicy Onion Tartlet recipe in the apps section, because if Monica and Tony have their wine tasting deal, I'd like to have a good app recipe to bring along that I can eat w/out remorse. After that I prepped my Tuna Steaks for broiling (it was raining outside like a mofo, so grilling was not an option) And then I made Sweet and Spicy noodles for a side- which was just a creation on my own of Chinese noodles, diced baby carrots, chopped green onions, mung bean sprouts- tossing them all in the stainless steel wok with chili oil and a sweet &amp;amp; Spicy stir fry sauce- I'm going to have to remember it, because it turned out really good, and because it was simply to make. Jared and even Dave (Got Gas Jackass) liked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Final scene of Grey's Anatomy- ahhhhhhh- loved it, and also hate it, because now I'll have to wait until Sept to find out who she chooses- Though from snopes alerts on the net- Finn will be in at least 3 more episodes in the beginning of next season, hmmm..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114778450741709614?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114778450741709614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114778450741709614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114778450741709614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114778450741709614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/05/still-flat.html' title='Still flat...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114769510193208382</id><published>2006-05-15T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T08:11:41.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhh</title><content type='html'>well, for those readers who are on the same email loop I am?! WTF????????!!!!!!!  over softball.  But for what you don't know, multiple the number of emails you saw on SEVaH3 list by about 3 and you'll know how many more I've seen go back and forth amongst the team.   Unfortunately I do not think it's over either, because of the other emails.  So it's really stupid and sad we have to have a team meeting about all of this- Thank Goodness there is no games this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that BS  had a good weekend- Friday night had a great time @ Happy hour, Saturday we ended up changing all our plans, or should we say- dropped all of them, and decided to get the hell out of town.  Friends, Lori and Dave were renting a house in OBX for the week and invited us to come escape-  so we did.  Carmella, their baby girl that they adopted, is absolutely adorable-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, my pocket book can't take the stress, because when I'm stressed, I turn to my comfort food- Sushi- and that ain't cheap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114769510193208382?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114769510193208382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114769510193208382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114769510193208382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114769510193208382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahhhh.html' title='ahhhh'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-114743440009940416</id><published>2006-05-12T07:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T07:46:40.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Put a fork in me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; ... because I am done.  After talking and reflection last night, this girl is taking a hiatus from some of her social actitivies, to simplify and also improve the quality of my mental and emotional health along with just needing a change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why?! well here are some reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Higher Learning- I'm starting a class at the end of the month that takes my time up on Tuesday and Thursday evenings from 6-10pm basically- 5:15 or so, if you include what time I need to get there to find a freakin' parking spot- But it's going to be a hard class for me so my free time will be dedicated to studying and projects&lt;br /&gt;2) Work training-  At the end of May, I will be heading to DC for FEMA on call mapping response if a disaster is to hit.  I will be trained to do distaster control mapping- and be on call 24-7, I will in the end, at certain points in the summer be on call and if something happens at the points I am scheduled, I'll then have to high tail my ass to DC to the FEMA Mapping HQ in DC and work around the clock if necessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;3) I 'm tired,  as in I'm waking up lately drained because I'm not getting a good nights rest, because of stuff on my mind- which isn't good, because part of that stuff isn't necessary for me to continue to ponder about, but because of things it's an itch I can't stratch it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;4) Tired, of peoples words-  yes everyone is entitled to thier opinions, but guess what, it's not going to change my own or who I am. Some times,  people don't realize the damage they have done w/ the words they have said (even when they think they can say something about people  and  have no one really take heed to what they've said- guess what- it got back to people  and well you know how that goes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114743440009940416?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114743440009940416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114743440009940416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114743440009940416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114743440009940416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/05/put-fork-in-me.html' title='Put a fork in me....'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114734946713507524</id><published>2006-05-11T07:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T12:03:34.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning... b*tch mode is on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last night, the TH3 softball team had thier asses handed to them- not royally embarrassing or anything, but more over because of stupid plays, the wrong people in the wrong positions, etc... is why we lost. The majority of the team, let's just say, are calling for heads to roll, and one in particular- thankfully it is not mine. And what I wrote previously in about people bitching about someone who stepped up, well it's 10x worse and there will be munity before the season is over if that person keeps their opinion and poor decisions going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But oh well, it's set me in a tizzy and I am disgrunteled today, or maybe it's PMS or a combination of all of it, so beware if you set me in a wrong mood there might be hell to pay. I'm not sure why, but I think the cumulation of news and events starting from the past weekend to last night has because a sore point with me. I did see one of the people who well I'm not exactly happy with last night as well, so that additionaly adds to my foul mood this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so let's go now with another round of personal pet peeves/things I don't get/ or that annoy me-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Things that Seem soooo small can be the most expensive at times- i.e. spending 218$ on my cat because he had Cavities? WTF? I didn't know that cat's got cavities- and I know I'm a bad owner because I didn't routinely brush his teeth- OH well- I'm just annoyed that for such a small creature the cost was so high-(yes I know it's a delicate proceedure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Those people who think that they are soooo coool, so wonderful, and so fun- thinking they are the party basically- When in fact they are so blinded by thier egos that they cannot see that the complete opposite is true and most people on choose to be around them for the pure entertainment value and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*People who'll say they are your friend, but in truth be told, in moments of needing them to be a true friend will not step up and defend you when someone is verbally demeaning one's charater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*People who extend that last minute invite to do something- knowing in full well that you will turn it down because you either have something going on or that it's soo last minute that well ummm.... it's impossible to do- and they only extended to invite as a gesture of trying to be nice etc....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114734946713507524?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114734946713507524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114734946713507524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114734946713507524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114734946713507524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/05/warning-btch-mode-is-on.html' title='Warning... b*tch mode is on'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-114719233671849162</id><published>2006-05-09T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:32:16.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you hate that feeling of being let down. That for someone you once held in high esteem, respect, inspiration, blah blah blah... But then in the end found out they aren't all that you've held them up to be/expected/Knew. I've recently experienced this feeling, of the let down by someone I once held in high reverence. It's an ugly feeling, because you feel deceived on many many levels, because this person that you thought you knew- well, it wasn't at all how they appeared/presented themselves, which in turn makes them a very... ugly person. It will be hard to have a curbed tongue the next time seeing this person, because when you see them in person, you feel all they feelings resurface.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114719233671849162?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114719233671849162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114719233671849162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114719233671849162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114719233671849162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-you-hate-that-feeling-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114709000980458717</id><published>2006-05-08T07:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:08:37.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting....Perspectives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's amazing how powerful or how innocuous a spoken word can be. That when your boss tells you, "You need to tighten up/straighten up" it has more weight on you and your life than if a friend or an acquaintance did. Or that sometimes when a friend tells you the outfit honestly does not look good/look flattering on you, you'll actually listen to them- rather than some other random person who is just being a critic, because you'll chock it up to the fact you're friend is being honest while the other person perhaps is jealous or doesn't know what they're talking about. So, it could be said, words- depending on who and when executes them in public can have either great or no impact upon a person. That is true right now, at a point I was bothered by something I heard, but then I sat back and said "F'ck em'" they can say that if they feel. As I said in conversation to another, my life has too many other things going on to get worked up about something so petty and trivial. But it has also has made things come to light on certain issues and views.&lt;br /&gt;            There are things going on behind the scenes that people do not know about right now in my life. Goals, achievements, opinions, etc... that well, it isn't necessary to explain to those who do not know me. Let's just say there are going to be certain things phasing out in my life, because well some things do not fit what is needed at this moment. Some things will be phased out because of lifestyle changes that have been occurring for 8 months now. Others because of stupid things that have occurred, and some things due to stupid people that make things what they're not, and in the end those things end up not being what they should be. No, I'm not going uber religious and giving up drinking or anything along those lines. But let's just say, I reviewed things and put some things into perspective, and well spending money to be drunk all weekend long, and perhaps do things I may not want to, or may regret, etc... is not a high desire or priority. I'd like to be healthy later in life and not regretting wasting so many weekend nights drinking to an oblivion and then be told of stories of how I acted a like a F*tard or something. There are so many better things that I can spend my money on, waste my time on and feel good about myself later on. So, in ways, the old me is signing out and shifting my life. Those who do not know me may not notice all the changes, but those who do will know.&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/13902424-114709000980458717?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114709000980458717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114709000980458717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114709000980458717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114709000980458717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/05/shiftingperspectives.html' title='Shifting....Perspectives'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114674967615857703</id><published>2006-05-04T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T09:34:36.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Begin again, Finnagin.......</title><content type='html'>so softball season started (once again) last night and the Bad news hares were in true form-  Though the games did not count, since they were Exhibition games, it was good to get practice in, because we needed it. We managed to win both the games we were slated for, which was an ego boost for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked at the first few bigger condos yesterday afternoon-liked them, liked them alot- So we shall see, I'm looking at more this afternoon as well before running @ the hash tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114674967615857703?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114674967615857703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114674967615857703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114674967615857703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114674967615857703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/05/begin-again-finnagin.html' title='Begin again, Finnagin.......'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-114666546187499432</id><published>2006-05-03T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T10:11:01.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Bigger better?</title><content type='html'>No, this is actually not about male body parts, so get your minds out of the gutter. It's about Square Footage in a home. Currently, where I live now is just shy of 1100 sq ft, but the location is ideal, because I'm near the beach. And I do like where I live, though every now and then I want a little bit more space. In recent times this feeling has stayed with me more for a few reasons. 1) I'd like to have a place that I don't feel is to small to entertain in and not have to rely on others, and 2) because we have a house guest saying with us intermittently at the moment when he's not out to sea and also once all the legal custody battle in TX w/ his wife's daughter etc..., it's odd enough having another person, but w/ 3 people it's cozy, so more space is a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;So, prices right now are on the ridiculous side, but If I sell my place, I have a nice chunk of $$$ to put down on another place to make my mortgage reasonable, and pay of my car, etc.... See, if I were to sell and move inland more in VA Beach, I could get a yard and possibly more Square footage, depending on the Neighborhoods that I can afford. Well, the other day I was scrolling through the MLS listings for the Beach that were in my price range that were in the criteria of minimum 2 bedrooms, &amp; 2 full baths, and lo and behold, there was a listing at the beach for 3 bedroom, 2 &amp;amp; 1/2 bath condo. Hmmm..... the eyebrows raised a bit, so I called my mom (since she is a realtor, and asked her to check it out for me) It's almost 1800 sq feet, and still at the beach and in my price range. It also has a small back patio, but hey- considering I have a community garden anyways now (and they are saying I have to get rid of my grill because of VA fire rules on multiple unit dwellings) It's a step up. So, I drove by the place- it's a 3 story condo, and there is another one w/ a floor plan exactly like it for sale in the group and is vacant- (But it is going for more $$$) So, I am going to go walk through both of them this afternoon to see if It is really something I want to go for or not. I'm hoping Jared can make it to go w/ me as well so he can see what it looks like and give input. So, we shall see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114666546187499432?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114666546187499432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114666546187499432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114666546187499432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114666546187499432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-bigger-better.html' title='Is Bigger better?'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-114657585239744960</id><published>2006-05-02T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T09:17:32.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where does time go, it seems true that it flys when you're having fun, but sometimes when you're not javing fun it flys as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening we decided to help friends move into their new place- Which is about 11 blocks away from us so it shouldn't be a big deal. Well, we get there, and first thing going on, is they're trying to get the refrigerator through the front door- and it's too big, so then the hassle of taking off the front doors of the fridge begins.  While the guys tinker with that, the girls kept unloading and hiking the stairs.  Oh yeah, this place our friends bought- 3 levels, and of course the master bedroom and my friend's home office is on the top floor. So, let's just say I got  a work out in last night-  umpteen trips up and down the stairs- yeah I could easily have the pizza they bought for us-  but when you look down at your watch and it's almost 9pm- yikes, where the hell did the time go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114657585239744960?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114657585239744960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114657585239744960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114657585239744960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114657585239744960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-does-time-go-it-seems-true-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114614982600031240</id><published>2006-04-27T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T10:57:06.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, the list has finally been updated for T*Ts 2006- Which By The Way is THE LAST ONE&lt;br /&gt;Yes, after this year, it will no longer be- the cost is getting to be to much, and it's hard not to charge a lot to a person for such a weekend, this year TH3 will go probably about $1,000 in the hole in running T*ts, because they do not want to raise the cost of &lt;a href="http://www.th3.org"&gt;registration&lt;/a&gt; on people. Which is understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Coming So Far? (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as I know of, there are some here, that aren't on the website list as of  yet, but Mis-management is holding spots for them, because they have paid 1/2 the rego money or contacted them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HASH NAME&lt;br /&gt;A C Dildo&lt;br /&gt; A Red River Runds Through It&lt;br /&gt; Ass Holieoo&lt;br /&gt;ASS OGRE&lt;br /&gt;Ass Spelunker&lt;br /&gt; Ball Wrinkle&lt;br /&gt;Bashful&lt;br /&gt;BetelGeuse&lt;br /&gt;Blows the Hammer&lt;br /&gt;Bourbon Street Bitch&lt;br /&gt;Breathless&lt;br /&gt;Bye-Bye Boobies&lt;br /&gt;C*ms Only For Us&lt;br /&gt;C: Enter&lt;br /&gt;Casper&lt;br /&gt;Certified Penis Analyst (CPA)&lt;br /&gt;Cirrhosis of the River&lt;br /&gt;Clean Clam&lt;br /&gt;Cornholio&lt;br /&gt;Country Knuckle&lt;br /&gt;Crack Whore&lt;br /&gt;Cumz On All Floors&lt;br /&gt; Death by Dildo&lt;br /&gt; Dick On A Stick&lt;br /&gt; DINKY MAGOO&lt;br /&gt; Divine Bovine&lt;br /&gt; Eaisly Led&lt;br /&gt; Ear Shot&lt;br /&gt; Emergency Blow&lt;br /&gt;Flower Puss&lt;br /&gt;Free Pussy to Good Home&lt;br /&gt; Fuckin Goofy&lt;br /&gt; Gay Loose Anus&lt;br /&gt;Gerbil Stuffer&lt;br /&gt;Girth Vader&lt;br /&gt;Got Milk&lt;br /&gt;granny style&lt;br /&gt;Hand 2 Hand Cumbat&lt;br /&gt;HOMORAMA&lt;br /&gt;Hummer&lt;br /&gt;IMELDA WHISTLE TITS&lt;br /&gt;JAMAKIN ME HORNY&lt;br /&gt;Just Amy&lt;br /&gt;KEEPER OF THE BOX&lt;br /&gt;Knee Deep &amp; Pussy High&lt;br /&gt;LaTuFu&lt;br /&gt;Lip Service&lt;br /&gt;Little Go Deep&lt;br /&gt;Little Richard&lt;br /&gt;Lola-Palooza&lt;br /&gt;Madame Flutterby&lt;br /&gt;Malignant Tits&lt;br /&gt;Monkey See, Monkey DO Me&lt;br /&gt;Mr Micro Bone&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Beanie Weenie&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hashercrasher&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Hashercrasher&lt;br /&gt;Mugshot   &lt;br /&gt;NaeroSmith&lt;br /&gt;Navel Jelly&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Darlin&lt;br /&gt;NFN Mike&lt;br /&gt;NFN TERESA&lt;br /&gt;On All Floors&lt;br /&gt;Open Bay&lt;br /&gt;OUR OWN VANNA&lt;br /&gt;Philly Cream&lt;br /&gt;PLease Step Away From The Whores&lt;br /&gt;Plug It In Plug It In&lt;br /&gt;Pond Scum&lt;br /&gt;Porkymon&lt;br /&gt;Porn To Fail&lt;br /&gt;Public Transportation&lt;br /&gt;Puke Suit Riot&lt;br /&gt;Pushy Bitch&lt;br /&gt;QuarterPound Her&lt;br /&gt;Red Roof Inn&lt;br /&gt;Road Head&lt;br /&gt;Rusty Prick&lt;br /&gt;RX STRANGE GLOVE&lt;br /&gt;SELDOM CUMS&lt;br /&gt;Sex?? I'm In!&lt;br /&gt;SextraCredit&lt;br /&gt;Shishka Boob&lt;br /&gt;Shit Clogger&lt;br /&gt;Shit Pimples&lt;br /&gt;Shitty Brown Trail&lt;br /&gt;Shut Up Bitch&lt;br /&gt;Single Wide Mobile Ho&lt;br /&gt;Slave 2D Mattress&lt;br /&gt;So Hot I'll Turn You Gay&lt;br /&gt;Sphincter Sicle&lt;br /&gt;SPLIT LIP&lt;br /&gt;Super Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Tackle Dummy&lt;br /&gt;Tequila No Rise&lt;br /&gt;Thar She Blows&lt;br /&gt;Thor the Wanker&lt;br /&gt;Titshot&lt;br /&gt;Trailer Trash&lt;br /&gt;Trigger&lt;br /&gt;Tuck It Up the Butt&lt;br /&gt;Turn your head and spit&lt;br /&gt;UCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;Victoria's Skid&lt;br /&gt;Waayyy Beyond Gay&lt;br /&gt;WHINEY ASS BITCH&lt;br /&gt;WYCKED FELINA&lt;br /&gt;Yanky Crank&lt;br /&gt;YMC Gay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114614982600031240?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114614982600031240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114614982600031240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114614982600031240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114614982600031240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-list-has-finally-been-updated-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-114605477138895464</id><published>2006-04-26T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T08:32:51.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People are amazing sometimes, in how dumb they can be at times.  Yesterday I sent out an email selling tickets to an even this weekend, because I have things that wouldn't allow me to attend it, and well the tickets are 45$ each.  So hey 90$ would cover part of the vet bill I spent yesterday.  But, back to the email-  So I went on the premis that first person to respond in wanting to buy the tickets is the lucky person.   Well, after the transaction went through, I sent an additional email saying, Tickets are sold, do not email-  Well, last night I still received 3 different emails asking if I sold the tickets?! Hello?! did you not read the last email in the thread that the tickets were already sold.  Oh well, it was just an annoyance of mine from yesterday evening. Considering I was in a pissy mood, because my cat had cavities and it cost me oh about 218$ in the end to have things taken care of, and then bring the drugged up fur-ball home, and then deal with the other cat not know what to do and hissing and swiping at Bailey-   It was a little bothersome but in a way quiet funny, because even drugged up and now a few teeth left Bailey is a trooper, he just beat the crap out of the Jaimeson in the end when he didn't want to deal with it any longer. &lt;br /&gt; Then I went to go for a bike ride.  I was on the boardwalk, mind you on the bike path where all bike riders should be, except for the dumbass lady who was just la-di-daing along on her bike, not paying attention or heede to other riders and just weaving along the middle in and out of both lanes.  As I am saying "On you Right"  she moves right- and causes me to go into the brush and mulch and catching my front tire on the curb corner, which then caused me to wreck and spill to the ground.   The lackidasical lady was like sorry and kept riding along, the next rider behind me got off his bike and helped me up and checked to see if I was okay which I was, other than tweaking my knee a bit from it.  but the dumb lady didn't stop when it was her fault, was she feeling bad and didn't want to deal w/ the end result of stupidness or just that out of it that it didn't matter?! Oh well, I'm over it now, but if I see that lady on the bike path again, ahhh, I'm steering clear of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114605477138895464?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114605477138895464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114605477138895464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114605477138895464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114605477138895464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/04/people-are-amazing-sometimes-in-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114596737605980255</id><published>2006-04-25T07:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:16:16.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the human spirit is a remarkable thing. some people's spirit is so strong that it takes something greater than a freight train to break it.  Which in a lot of ways, people with those types of spirits are remarkable, inspirational, and normally the most joyous to be around. That they shine brightly and just are great. There are others who spirit is fraile and a wind blowing the wrong way will break them, or so lost that it takes a strong beacon of light to find any semblance of it in them in the human being it resides.  Joel, my friend hit by a car and had his hip socket shatter, is one whose spirit is strong and inspirational.  Seeing him on Sunday, he was his normal usual self and positive about all that he had been through, and only looked at this as a temporary setback and also that he can now burn some of the yeah many hundreds of hours of sick time he has on the books with his company, etc....  That now he can catch up on some reading, he'll still go to the gym and do upper body work outs, etc...  He could have acted like this was devestating- like f*ck there went all my training s$%t, down the drain, But he didn't- he more over acts like it's an itch that he has to wait out to go away. I truely am amazed on how positive he is, but it's also heart warming to know that he hasn't been soured and jaded about life because of this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Lately I know part of my spirit had been soured, and I'm working on turning it around, because it's not healthy to go through life with a chip on the shoulder or a grudge that won't mean a thing in 5 years. Besides, being negative or having a soured look on life does nothing for oneself but drain you of energy, and also keeps one from  having hope in others that there is still good out there.  It's something that I know keeps me from giving up completely on people, that little hope that there might be some inkling of good in someone.  Trying to find the silver lining in the dark situation is something I'm working on doing more and more of, because I'd rather live my life being happy and having some naive faith in human kind, than worn out, bitter and ugly in the end.  When you're a positive person, the view just looks better.   so here's to sweeting my spirit again, it may not be the easiest thing in the world to do, but in the end it will be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114596737605980255?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114596737605980255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114596737605980255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114596737605980255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114596737605980255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/04/human-spirit-is-remarkable-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114592781196684879</id><published>2006-04-24T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:16:51.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>odd...</title><content type='html'>My house is quiet tonight, and well it's because something is missing- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey is over night at the vet's tonight for a dental surgery in the morning-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamieson is lost w/ out big brother, the house is quiet-  it's all off and odd feeling-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya I know, it's just a cat, but it's one of those things when your daily routine is out of alignment- and well, bailey is part of that daily routine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114592781196684879?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114592781196684879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114592781196684879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114592781196684879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114592781196684879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/04/odd.html' title='odd...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114587943810207269</id><published>2006-04-24T07:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T09:12:27.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a case of the mondays... So, I get to work, and I am the only one here andI have to log into my computer. Well, on Friday I get prompted to change my password, which happens every 40 days for security reason. Well, if it's any other day in the work week, I have no problems with that fact, but fridays- grrrr you have the weekend to have a brain fart and forget. So, thinking Ahead I wrote down the password I chose on my sticky note pad here @ work, so I would see it this morning. But did I- noooo......... I tried multiple combos of what I whould have recently chosen, and locked my operating system because of illegal attempts to log in. About that point is when I Finally look at the notepad and see what I had choosen and written down for my password- I can be such a dumbass at times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to take my cat to the Vet today, for an overnight stay because he has to have a dental procedure done and they want to monitor him after the fact. Which sucks, I am going to have a pissy p*ssy tomorrow on my hands, yikes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I need to shut down my computer now, I keep getting a message saying the coolant fan has reach a critical threshold and needs to be shut down- ahhh, Mondays gotta love them for the rude jolt back to work-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114587943810207269?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114587943810207269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114587943810207269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114587943810207269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114587943810207269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/04/definitely.html' title='Definitely'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114561944210072205</id><published>2006-04-21T07:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T07:37:22.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week is almost over, and I feel like it's been more of a failure than a good positive end. I do not feel like I have done as much as I could have more, should have done more, should have done things differently and what not. That most of what I attempted to accomplish this week fell flat of it's face and that it all was not good enough. It doesn't help when you are getting phone calls about softball stuff, that I should honestly wash my hands off, because in trying to avoid the heartache and grief from last year, I thought I did what was best for the team. But that action has almost completely disintegrated the team in whole, which is frustrating because we all love to play softball, and what not, some of us just have bigger egos and ideas, for me it's frustrating, because if everyone starts asking for their money back- I'm out the $ I fronted for registration and T-shirts. But it's not just about that, that's making me feel like a failure- there is a lot of stuff that's gone wrong here at work that none of us can seem to get right. So, due to a combination of things, it's just been an f*d week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114561944210072205?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114561944210072205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114561944210072205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114561944210072205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114561944210072205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-week-is-almost-over-and-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114553688504032957</id><published>2006-04-20T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T09:41:58.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;This is the email that CW Katie sent out late last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... Joel, Bionic Fluffer, was hit by a car tonight while cycling. He is doing ok however, will be in the hospital for a few days. He is having surgery on his hip tomorrow. His hip is broken in two places and looks pretty nasty. The Dr. says he'll be off his feet for at least 3 months, not to mention rehab, etc.&lt;br /&gt;The a**hole that hit him left the scene right afterwards...but Bionic vaguely remembers someone saying they got her license plate number. The bike is not looking very good...but thank god this wasn't worse!&lt;br /&gt;Bionic had a great time in Boston...but it looks like that may be the only r*** he does in 2006. Another bad thing is that we live on the 3rd floor of our building...no elevator..which means he'll be going CRAZY not being able to get out of the home!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what time his surgery is, but I'll be sure to keep you posted. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers...as we're not out of the woods until after the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;BTW....It was the lady's fault...not Bionic's. He was going straight at a green light when she was turning left from the other side of the road. Not to mention it was a hit and run...so hopefully we'll find her! (Although....if I find out who she is..you might want to pray for her!)&lt;br /&gt;Take care and please, keep him in your thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with Katie this morning, when she needed a crutch because she's trying to hold it together, but it's taking her toll on her. She said one of the hardest things was calling his mom and telling her, and then hearing her break down. Katie said she, herself hasn't cried yet, but that is partially because Joel's spirit isn't broken yet- He thinks- 3 months- sure fine, I can do it, and then back on the road to mobility again- which is quite remarkable- considering how hard he's been training for an ironman and what not. But she's not sure how the next few months will go, and knows that it's not going to be easy. Joel, as of 9:30 this morning, still had not gone into surgery yet, but it should be sometime this morning- From what Katie told me, after Joel, there were a couple of major Trauma accidents that came in that took precedent in OR. So soon enough, they'll have him under the knife to put his hip back together, and on the road to recovery. So, if you're in Norfolk in the next few months, visit them, because he's going to be constricted to the space of their condo for a majority of it, and he'll need the company/interaction and she'll probably need they break- She's going to call me when he's out of surgery and in a room, so people can visit if they so want.&lt;br /&gt;It is a very unfortunate event. &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/13902424-114553688504032957?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114553688504032957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114553688504032957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114553688504032957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114553688504032957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/04/unfair.html' title='Unfair...'/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114545881731115798</id><published>2006-04-19T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T11:02:24.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No one take this personal, This is not directed at anyone in particular, but let's just say today just isn't my day- work is really not going well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Note to the world&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;F*ck Off&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It seems I can only do so much at once, I only have 2 arms and 2 hands. Plus it seems that I am damned if I do or don't no matter what, that I can't please anyone, even if I fail at the moment-&lt;br /&gt;So, to the world Sorry I'm not perfect, that I have momentary brain lapses, and I can't get things right on the first try- I'm human just like the rest of ya'll imperfect people -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114545881731115798?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114545881731115798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114545881731115798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114545881731115798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114545881731115798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-one-take-this-personal-this-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Monkey</name><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-13902424.post-114545125976498138</id><published>2006-04-19T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T10:02:26.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyances............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First off:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My apologies for being such an inconsiderate F*tard the past few days, last thing I really wanted was to bother or piss off some people- but I somehow managed to do so, and was politely told so, - so again, my apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DISCLAIMER: &lt;/u&gt;I think I woke up with fire in my veins today for no real reason- or my pms must be kicking into full gear- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annoyance #1 w/ work today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When you know you know your employee is going to be onsite with a client in the morning, and not in the office at his usual time- Don't f*cking  send him an email late in the day the day before after he has gone home for the day- expecting him to be in the office early in the am to make 3 urns of coffee for your HRUG meeting that you don't expect him or invited him to be at.  And then take off for the meeting before he has time to even get back to the office and make the coffee- You're being a f*tard and causing one of your employees to have stress and resent you. My co-work now feels like the boss is mad at him, and is already stressed because of having a full plate of trying to keep the client happy, so this little incident didn't help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Annoyance #2 w/ work today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I am one of the only other "Single" (as in not married single) females in the office, it does not necessarily mean that I am automatically required to be buddy buddy with another single female co-worker. There is a girl here, who is single and going through a bad break up- and coming to me for advice which is fine, considering I do not really want to give advice on the break up, because if I give her bad advice and it turns out to be bad/wrong, it causes resentment in the work atmosphere etc... But, it also does not me that I am now required to be your entertainment on the weekends since you do not know what to do with your free time because you dedicated it all before to the idiot you just broke up with. Don't get me wrong, I like this person, but to all of the sudden decide I am your new closest friend, when before you barely talked to me, it's just a little annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Annoyance #1 w/acquaintances:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though it's been well over 3 yrs that I was haberdasher-just to note it to people. TH3's  contact for screen printing/ and various other items still has my contact info on record.  I had a voice mail the other day from Ocean Apparel asking about getting paid for an invoice that was past due for a few months- ummm..... That's not my responsibility, but it also concerns me because the person who should have taken care of it, obviously he hasn't, hence the phone call. Which in the end, we do not need to damage the relationship with Ocean Apparel, they've been great to us and very flexible/accommodating with prices, time restraints etc.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Annoyance #2 w/ acquaintances:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The other day I checked my personal email account, and in the inbox, there was an email from an ex boyfriend of mine-the sh*thead he his. But it was for his business, which is Computer repair/network/training , I understnad it was just trying to generate business.  But what really bothered me that he included me in the massive email for his business- Just take my name off the list- We don't talk in public and rarely run into each other in the real world now- what the f*ck makes him think that I'll hire his business to clean up my computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Annoyance #1 On Weight loss &amp; Dieting:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Being told or hearing it mentioned that I am chubby or fat-&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know that, it does not bother me that you think I am chubby, heavy set, fat, zoftig, obese, etc.... It more bothers me that you f*cking feel it necessary to tell me you think so. It's to the point of feeling like you're rubbing extra salt in an open festering wound now.  I know I am overweight for my height and age and I have been doing something about it- why do you think I've already worked on and lost 55lbs you f*cking retard and I am still working on losing the last 45 I need to get back at normal size/BMI for my height and age- I'm doing it for my physical and emotional health first and foremost, but also because I'm tired of people like you saying I'm fat- so ya know what?!- it's not f*cking necessary to point it out any further, because I'm not pointing out that you have a few celluloid patches that need to be worked on as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Annoyance #2/3 On Weight loss &amp; Dieting:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There are those people who complain about needing to lose weight- now this annoyance falls into 2 distinct categories-&lt;br /&gt;1) Those who need to lose weight and complain about losing weight , but do not do a damn thing about it- It's not going to f*cking disappear on it's own- you have to change your eating habits, you have do active things, you can't sit on the couch and munch on bon-bons while watching TV and expect to get thin by summer. Stop whining and start moving-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Those who complain they are fat &amp;amp; need to lose weight, When they don't need to but do it just to get attention- this really gets my goad&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, It's like the skinny girl in the locker room in gym class, complaining that's she's fat and needs to lose weight, when she's already a size 2, because she wants/needs to hear compliments to feel better about her body and looks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114545125976498138?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114545125976498138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114545125976498138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114545125976498138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114545125976498138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/04/annoyances.html' title='Annoyances............'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13902424.post-114537442016781250</id><published>2006-04-18T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T10:33:29.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free B&amp;J Ice Cream Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/1600/freecone.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 508px" height="687" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/320/freecone.0.jpg" width="751" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2596/1241/1600/freecone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13902424-114537442016781250?l=monkeystree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.benjerry.com/features/fcd_2006/' title='Free B&amp;J Ice Cream Day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/feeds/114537442016781250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13902424&amp;postID=114537442016781250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114537442016781250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13902424/posts/default/114537442016781250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeystree.blogspot.com/2006/04/free-bj-ice-cream-day.html' title='Free B&amp;J Ice Cream Day'/><author><name>Monkey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
