<?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-10719654</id><updated>2011-12-01T08:38:28.623-05:00</updated><category term='My Hobbies'/><category term='Quizzes'/><category term='Daily Life'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Widgets'/><category term='Expressions'/><category term='Job'/><title type='text'>Once A Year, Patterns Appear</title><subtitle type='html'>On my list everyday (Pulling you close - Pushing you away)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-6022361316568377056</id><published>2011-07-27T23:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T23:25:39.629-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Pages</title><content type='html'>A lot changes in a little time. Time to tweak again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-6022361316568377056?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/6022361316568377056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=6022361316568377056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6022361316568377056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6022361316568377056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2011/07/pages.html' title='Pages'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-4781796427546794818</id><published>2011-06-14T08:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T08:31:29.004-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>My Baby! 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TQQy13dXdcY/TgSCJ3sEX8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4h_sJLm908o/s1600/IMG_0180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TQQy13dXdcY/TgSCJ3sEX8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4h_sJLm908o/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evelyn Sophia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;06-14-2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 in. 7 lb. 6 oz.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-4781796427546794818?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/4781796427546794818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=4781796427546794818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4781796427546794818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4781796427546794818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-baby-2.html' title='My Baby! 2'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TQQy13dXdcY/TgSCJ3sEX8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4h_sJLm908o/s72-c/IMG_0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-6332407998533619784</id><published>2011-06-14T06:00:00.079-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T01:30:37.293-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy 2: 3.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; Everything went great - until my due date passed...&lt;br /&gt;My family trends - 2wks late&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBGYN apologized and said since I had a C-Section previously, they could not induce me, I would have to have one again; TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! Hold on. Did I hear you right? I have to get a full ultrasound in an hour from now and then pre-register for surgery at the hospital an hour after that? Yep, so 6 hours later (don't ask) we finished and I went home to stuff my face. On a side note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I do not recommend Chinese when you will be fasting for 12 hours or more."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this C-Section was scheduled, it was a lot easier for me to handle. Everything was so smooth and planned out, this time it wasn't all that bad. Course it didn't make me feel any better about not having a VBAC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once mom and gramz came in to my "healing room" they laughed and paraded around. Apparently:&lt;br /&gt;I was born in the room next to the one we were in.&lt;br /&gt;My nurse for the night was an old friend of gramz (she worked there as well) and not to mention; my mothers nurse as well...&lt;br /&gt;With the exception that I was 1 1/2 pounds heavier; Evie is my carbon copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...talk about freakin weird.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-6332407998533619784?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/6332407998533619784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=6332407998533619784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6332407998533619784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6332407998533619784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2011/06/pregnancy-2-30.html' title='Pregnancy 2: 3.0'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-5870907273120876394</id><published>2011-06-06T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:58:08.422-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>Dima</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; 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Pregnancy Countdown Ticker&lt;/a&gt; widget and many other &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/"&gt;great free widgets&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com"&gt;Widgetbox&lt;/a&gt;! Not seeing a widget? (&lt;a href="http://docs.widgetbox.com/using-widgets/installing-widgets/why-cant-i-see-my-widget/"&gt;More info&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-5662731150032811332?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/5662731150032811332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=5662731150032811332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5662731150032811332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5662731150032811332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2011/05/pregnancy-ticker-2.html' title='Pregnancy Ticker: 2'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-3754125084776379966</id><published>2011-01-30T18:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T19:02:30.724-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy 2: 2.0</title><content type='html'>The only downside to switching my OBGYN - more paperwork and a new hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the dig, we were told about my older docs; and colleague views. Then they let the secret out of what really happened when Lil was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I may have been in pain for four days, but it may not have been real labor. Since they refused to see me; how would they know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They broke my water, when I came in, and sent a small camera up my woo-woo to see; she had turned and went breech. It was too soon and she was not ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her heart beat started to slow and dissipate, they panicked. Instead of reaching in and pulling her little butt out...they told us it was the cord and suggested a C-Section. Which was a nobrainer for me. Sit and watch my minion die in my belly or have them pull her out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm a greedy little bitch - I wanted to see and hold my baby. &lt;br /&gt;TAKE HER OUT NOW!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can have a VBAC! Or another C-Section if I so choose. Point is, they were all wrong and can just piss off. Just one more reason for me to not listen to people, even if they are to be trusted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-3754125084776379966?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/3754125084776379966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=3754125084776379966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/3754125084776379966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/3754125084776379966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2011/01/pregnancy-2-20.html' title='Pregnancy 2: 2.0'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-1321465701617266601</id><published>2010-11-30T16:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T18:55:07.851-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy 2: 1.0</title><content type='html'>In the middle of putting the order away, I started to feel hot and light-headed. Figured it was all in my head and decided to ignore the feeling. However, after a while, it became very clear to me something was wrong; but what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sitting on my ass, I decided a pee stick was cheaper than a doctors visit. However, it's three times as expensive when the stick has a + on it...and you have flu symptoms. Eventually, I wound up having a camera shoved up my woo-woo (Lilly word) to revile a HUGE MONSTER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 3 months pregnant?! Erm...OK...now what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-1321465701617266601?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/1321465701617266601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=1321465701617266601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/1321465701617266601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/1321465701617266601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2010/11/pregnancy-2-10.html' title='Pregnancy 2: 1.0'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-8503105235331464274</id><published>2010-08-05T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T18:10:55.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Amusing Scam</title><content type='html'>I don't venture into my old &lt;s&gt;heavily spammed&lt;/s&gt; in-boxes much; however I hit one today and found a scam that tickled my funny bone just the right way ^_^ &lt;blockquote&gt;Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI)&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Terrorist And Monitory Crime Division.&lt;br /&gt;J.Edgar. Hoover Building Washington D.C.&lt;br /&gt;Customers Service Hours / Monday To Saturday&lt;br /&gt;For more information call during working period&lt;br /&gt;Telephone number: 2033330996&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Attn: Beneficiary,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is to officially inform you that it has come to our notice and we have thoroughly investigated with the help of our Intelligence Monitoring Network System that you are having an illegal transaction with impostors claiming to be Prof. Charles C. Soludo of the Central Bank Of Nigeria, Mr. Kelvin Williams, Zenith Banks, Mr. Michell Brown From union bank, kelvin Young of HSBC, Ben of FedEx,Ibrahim Sule,Larry Christopher, puppy scammers are impostors claiming to be the Federal Bureau Of Investigation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;During our Investigation, we noticed that the reason why you have not received your payment is because you have not fulfilled your financial obligation given to you in respect of your Contract / Inheritance payment, and also the wrong people that you have been dealing with earlier.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we have contacted the Federal Ministry Of Finance on your behalf and they have brought a solution to your problem by coordinating your payment in total US$11million in an ATM CARD which you can use to withdraw money from any ATM MACHINE CENTER anywhere in the world with a maximum of US$3,000 per daily withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You now have the lawful right to claim your fund in an ATM CARD. Since the Federal Bureau of Investigation is involved in this transaction, you have to be rest assured for this is 100% risk free it is our duty to protect the American Citizens. All i want you to do is to contact the ATM CARD CENTER via email for their requirements to proceed for the delivery of your ATM card, and it will cost you US$135 only and note that without this payment your ATM card cannot be delivered to your doorstep.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is the only payment legally requested of you to do for ATM CARD, to be delivered to you safely. there is no other payment attached to this after the payment for your delivery has been confirmed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After the your payment has been confirmed by the courier company your ATM card will get to your doorstep within 24hrs, this was the assurance givig to us by courier company, and it was officially signed by the fedex courier manager. And after they commence on the shipment a tracking number will be giving to you, which you can use in tracking your package online.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Below are few list of tracking numbers you can track them on the FedEx website to confirm, some benificiaries like you who have received their ATM card successfully.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Name : Donny Peterson: FedEx Tracking Number: 870456747216     http://www.fedex.com/ng/&lt;br /&gt;Name : Angela L. Johnson: FedEx Tracking Number: 870456750392   http://www.fedex.com/ng/&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CONTACT INFORMATION, ATM PAYMENT CENTER:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NAME:  Mr. Harry Williams &lt;br /&gt;EMAIL: mrharrywilliams105@yahoo.cn&lt;br /&gt;TEL:  +234 8164497009&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do contact Mr. Harry Williams with your correct details, to avoid mistake during delivery:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FULL NAME:&lt;br /&gt;HOME ADDRESS:&lt;br /&gt;TELL:&lt;br /&gt;CELL:&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT OCCUPATION:&lt;br /&gt;PLACE OF WORK:&lt;br /&gt;GENDER/ AGE:&lt;br /&gt;BANK NAME:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So your files would be updated after which he will send the payment information which you will use in making payment of $135 via (WESTERN UNION TRANSFER) or (MONEY GRAM TRANSFER) for the procurement of your APPROVAL SLIP after which the delivery of your ATM CARD will be effected to your designated home address without any further delay.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Please if you know you cannot be able to afford the US$135 for the shipment of your ATM card, then do not bother to contact Mr. Harry Williams for your ATM card shipment.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Note: Do disregard any email you get from any impostors or offices claiming to be in possession of your ATM CARD, you are hereby advise only to be in contact with Mr. Harry Williams of the ATM payment center, who is the rightful person to deal with in regards to your ATM CARD PAYMENT and forward any emails you get from impostors to him so we could act upon and commence investigation.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-8503105235331464274?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/8503105235331464274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=8503105235331464274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8503105235331464274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8503105235331464274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2010/08/amusing-scam.html' title='Amusing Scam'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-4839221299744099846</id><published>2010-05-18T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T09:31:11.802-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Despondent</title><content type='html'>I can't think clearly anymore. Everything is so blurry...I'm naturally a bit down, however, since I was 6 months pregnant; it has gotten progressively worse... Let me try to collect my thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after Lil was born, I fell into the typical PPD stage (or so I though). My family noticed it 3 months before, but didn't say anything. Dima was oblivious...My OBGYN told me I had PPD and they prescribed me some meds. Those didn't work, so they sent me to the crisis center. I was evaluated there and again told I had PPD and I should see my physician. My physician gave me a different prescription and had me back a month later. My second trip in, he re-evaluated me differently - then said, "I want you to get scanned for Bipolar." Hah, bite me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally I blog my problems away, recently I haven't done that due to lack of time, focus and energy. So I did the only thing I could think of (short of killing myself)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in my car and turned my notebook into a mess of words. Scribbles in a vacant lot reveal I have many more issues than I though. Course it is only natural after all the changes in the past couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need and know I should; I can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to leave...I want to die. I'm scared of what will happen to Lil if I do. I can't take her with me, but I can't leave her either. I don't trust anyone to take care of her. I can't take care of her by myself. I can't take care of myself as it is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-4839221299744099846?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/4839221299744099846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=4839221299744099846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4839221299744099846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4839221299744099846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2010/10/despondent.html' title='Despondent'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-2628994031674796205</id><published>2009-12-27T19:42:00.064-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T09:28:41.017-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>R.I.P. Cap. G.T. Reilly</title><content type='html'>I have referred to him in the past as UG. &lt;br /&gt;This person was known to me as Uncle George. However, for the beginning of my life he was more of a father to me. He had me for a major part of my life and took care of me when nobody knew what to do with me. &lt;br /&gt;He helped me through a lot and I will never be able to repay him for what he did for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing have I been able to do recently for him was take him to his doctor appointments - where they told him his days were numbered. &lt;br /&gt;They said he had 3-6 months...&lt;br /&gt;Chemo would definitely kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went in for surgery to remove the cancer in his colen on the 17th and then they watched his liver shut down. &lt;br /&gt;It was his liver that was covered in cancer and there was no hope for it. &lt;br /&gt;His breathing got heavier and then his kidney shutdown. &lt;br /&gt;He chose to not do the chemo in the end and went with hospice - who kept him medicated and comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only lived for 2 and a half weeks after his diagnosis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much grieving from my mother:&lt;br /&gt;On his last day she finally told him, "Let go and get on your boat (he always wanted) and sail away."&lt;br /&gt;He died the next morning - 12 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Update&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Charlie is apparently still listed and helped us. UG got his final boat ride with a proper salute. They took him out on one of their runs and scattered him in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He was a vet and went out as one - honors and all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-2628994031674796205?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/2628994031674796205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=2628994031674796205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2628994031674796205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2628994031674796205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/12/rip-cap-gt-reilly.html' title='R.I.P. Cap. G.T. Reilly'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-4200392443750874892</id><published>2009-09-29T21:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:54:45.107-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy: 9.0 - Let Me SLEEP!</title><content type='html'>2 hours and 4 heated blankies later...I was still cold and being rolled off to another room. The room was so damn small, her crib is bigger. Only 4 people allowed at a time. Yeah...right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They crammed in as best they could. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, the whole Motley Crue came...all but Pap (Cause gramz came...). Course, I wasn't having that, I sent Dima to go fetch him for me! Damn it, it's my day and well...I WANT MY DADDY HERE TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the nurse brought Lilly in and put her in my arms...&lt;br /&gt;After which, everyone took her and passed her around taking pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me almost a half hour to get someone to get me a straw, so I could get something to drink. They promised me water hours ago, after I threw up for the 3rd time. Then they told me I couldn't have any cause of the drugs...now my family is up my ass, stealing my baby, juggling her around the room, probably going to drop her, and ignoring my juice in the corner...I wanted to cry...god was I tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my drink (thanks to my sister) and yelled at everyone. "I want my pic taken with my baby, yous skipped me completely." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course mom actually got skipped. She took a pic of everyone with Lilly, but forgot to get a pic with herself...day 2 consisted of my mother getting her own photo day with Lilly! Then I yelled at my sister for listening to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Never get your pic taken after 4 days of labor and lots of drugs. I looked like the perfect candidate for intervention and felt like it too...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the only ones left were Dima and his mom. I was so hungry, tired, weak, and shot...I could not function at all. His mom threw a fit (about how my family should have helped me eat) and helped me eat. My family help me? HAHA that's a riot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was to scared to sleep, because of Lilly. Every noise kept me up; I kept looking. Until I couldn't hear her anymore; then I got scared and scared the shit out of her. Eventually, I sent her to the nursery. I was overtired and over-reacting to EVERYTHING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-4200392443750874892?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/4200392443750874892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=4200392443750874892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4200392443750874892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4200392443750874892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/09/pregnancy-90-let-me-sleep.html' title='Pregnancy: 9.0 - Let Me SLEEP!'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-6756633545842484072</id><published>2009-09-29T21:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:33:45.289-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy: 8.0 - Complications</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #a9a9a9;"&gt;Nurse: Is it OK if we do a C-Section?&lt;/div&gt;Me: Absolutly! That's fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit! What's wrong?! Well, I'm already drugged up so that's one step out of the way! Let's go! I feel good! Er, rather I can't feel much of anything except...I'M FUCKING COLD! GIMMIE A HEATED BLANKIE! (Apparently, the cord was wrapped around her neck...or so I found out later on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doc was by my side, Dima sat (getting a little dizzy) next to me, and the drug man above my head...I think I may have flirted with him after a while; with him pulling on my fav. cord. I was calm as hell, but cold as shit! I literally froze on the operating table (Later, I found out it was the epidural).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another doc (never met before) came in and proceeded to cut me open...&lt;br /&gt;lots of pressure...&lt;br /&gt;more freezing...&lt;br /&gt;my teeth were chattering; which was impressive - I love the cold. Just not that deep in my bones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a nerve being pinched.&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden - my lungs were being pushed down and pulled out of my stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had pulled her out...and I could hear her cry...I couldn't see her, but I could hear her!&lt;br /&gt;OMG! She made it! She's alive! She's out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost started to cry...&lt;br /&gt;They held her up, over the sheets, so I could see her...and she was fucking &lt;s&gt;UGLY&lt;/s&gt; gorgeous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course it took a bit to see through all that mucous crap on her. She looked like a giant, wet fuzzy - just screaming at me! I didn't care though, I just wanted to hold her...course they wouldn't let me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rolled me off to a waiting room, so they could watch my vitals. Dima ran off behind Lilly with the camcorder, whilst she started her way to the nursery. Then we all waited...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-6756633545842484072?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/6756633545842484072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=6756633545842484072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6756633545842484072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6756633545842484072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/09/pregnancy-80-complications.html' title='Pregnancy: 8.0 - Complications'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-1590278507229228708</id><published>2009-09-29T20:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:06:33.646-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy: 7.5 - Coming Out!</title><content type='html'>I rolled into the room (God they are SO nice. It's like your own personal master suite!). They hooked me up and waited...Still 2-3cm so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They broke my water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT! I screamed words - I never thought I would say in my entire life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I CAN'T DO THIS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the nurse, who asked me the most beautiful question in the world, walked in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a9a9a9;"&gt;Nurse: Are you going to take any kind of...&lt;/div&gt;Me: YES!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a9a9a9;"&gt;Nurse: Ok, what kind? Epi...&lt;/div&gt;Me: YES!!! Epidural! GIVE ME!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a9a9a9;"&gt;Nurse: Ok, if that wears off, do we have permission to use another...&lt;/div&gt;Me: YES YOU DO! OMG!!! SHIT! SHIT! GIVE ME DRUGS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a9a9a9;"&gt;Nurse: Ok, just let me tell you one more thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"If you tense up your body like that, during a contraction, &lt;br /&gt;when he is here - he wont give you the epidural."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WTF?! HOW MANY WOMEN CAN TAKE A CONTRACTION AND NOT TENSE UP?? DON'T BOTHER THEN! I CANT DO THIS!!!! MIGHT AS WELL JUST TELL HIM NOT TO COME!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came in and amazingly - I pulled it off...&lt;br /&gt;OK - truth is - if Dima wasn't there to hold me during the contraction; I wouldn't have been able to pull it off at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they shoved tubes up me. Just like the last time, when they lost her heart beat. Then they asked me the dumbest question in the world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-1590278507229228708?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/1590278507229228708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=1590278507229228708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/1590278507229228708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/1590278507229228708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/09/pregnancy-75-coming-out.html' title='Pregnancy: 7.5 - Coming Out!'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-8667431082954137406</id><published>2009-09-29T20:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:44:45.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy: 7.0 - It HURTS!!</title><content type='html'>Dima called the doc after I insisted and they pretty much told him - Don't call again unless her contractions are 5 min. apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days later - I could not take it anymore. I had, had enough and I didn't care if a doc would meet me or not. I was going to the hospital; NOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sit down to pee I shouldn't have a contraction that lasts the entire time I am squatted. I don't care who you are, that shit (no pun intended) hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dima called the doc and lied for me. "Yes, her contractions are 5 min. apart." He hung up and looked at me, "You have an hour for them to get closer..." Took the dogs for walkies, got all set, had some coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later - I stepped outside and started my way down the steps...with two jackals helping me from step to step. Apparently, they both get that annoying - nervous laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was COLD, and naturally my contractions vanished. 15 min. and not one... Eventually, Dima warmed the car up (No he didn't prep the damn thing). Then we started our way to the hospital. My contractions came back - 4 min. apart and less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-8667431082954137406?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/8667431082954137406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=8667431082954137406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8667431082954137406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8667431082954137406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/09/pregnancy-70-it-hurts.html' title='Pregnancy: 7.0 - It HURTS!!'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-4808814585591841138</id><published>2009-09-29T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T08:59:27.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>My Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SslI-goQ42I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Sy2kX9yS3HU/s1600-h/18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SslI-goQ42I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Sy2kX9yS3HU/s400/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lillith Celeste&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;09-29-2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 in. 7 lb. 8 oz.&lt;br /&gt;13 in. 13 in. 13 1/2 in.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-4808814585591841138?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/4808814585591841138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=4808814585591841138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4808814585591841138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4808814585591841138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-baby.html' title='My Baby!'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SslI-goQ42I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Sy2kX9yS3HU/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-7175391417986643743</id><published>2009-09-26T16:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:58:32.516-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Mobile Access...</title><content type='html'>This might help a little. Mobile posting...yeah, I know I should have set this up before when I didn&amp;#39;t have the net. Course now I can do an update from the hospital and just edit it later. Oh, almost forgot!&lt;p&gt;Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3, is this thing on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-7175391417986643743?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/7175391417986643743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=7175391417986643743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7175391417986643743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7175391417986643743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-might-help-little.html' title='Mobile Access...'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-1424064875565003474</id><published>2009-09-26T16:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:42:02.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Long Time No Post</title><content type='html'>Almost caught up. OK, that is an understatement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing what a little internet down time will do to ones blog. Course then you account for the fact of me being a large, busy, pregnant, woman; who is attempting to get everything ready for her little bundle of joy. XD Then there is the fact that I'm to lazy to post pre-written posts...yes, they have been sitting on my laptop for a while. The rest were just little notes I am starting to put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to do in-between contractions? She is being a snot right now. At this point I am truly wishing for hard labor...I'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-1424064875565003474?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/1424064875565003474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=1424064875565003474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/1424064875565003474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/1424064875565003474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-5959354135224251810</id><published>2009-09-26T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:37:19.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy: 6.5 - Take It Away!</title><content type='html'>Good news is, I finally finished getting the baby stuff all set...unfortunately, most went in the closet. After all the hard work of clearing it out with Dima's shit I filled it with Lilly's shit XD Technically, it is a good thing. Had I not chucked all the crap, her shi/tuff would have never fit in the room at all! That's not including the stuff I'm sending to the other mommies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I got that much shit. Figure, I won't use it all; why let it go to waste? Anybody that needs; can have. Some stuff, I do confess, I shoved in the bag cause I know mom will like it. She's a Pooh fan, big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why my mother? She's pregnant! At 43 it's not that bad. Unless you ask Gramz. She is pissed, to say the least. It's her body and she has been TTC for a VERY long time. So, I think anyone that has an issue should shove it! Her last one ended up being a miscarriage in '03 - '04. I just hope this one works out. It is a boy which, due to family history, doesn't give it much hope. Emotionally, I don't think she can take another loss...Pap as well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-5959354135224251810?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/5959354135224251810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=5959354135224251810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5959354135224251810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5959354135224251810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/09/pregnancy-65-take-it-away.html' title='Pregnancy: 6.5 - Take It Away!'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-6090195178094976979</id><published>2009-09-25T15:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:36:36.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy: 6.3 - How Do You Feel?</title><content type='html'>The age old question. Also, probably one of the most dumbest and obnoxious questions you can ask a pregnant woman...when she is 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contractions? HELL! Braxton Hicks can kiss my ass. They are roughly 3-5 mins apart. Whilst the real contractions are roughly 24 mins apart. All lasting 2 mins. I'm bout to pull my hair out! Then I woke up to find out my mucus plug doesn't want to stay with us, and was playing games. It finally left Lilly and me after 6 hours of peek-a-boo...in-between me having the runs with a side of contractions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear during the first few months I couldn't shit at all, now it damn near runs down my leg 4 times a day! I have also come to the conclusion that the toilet seat and Dima's car seat are too low. They on their own cause me many contractions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course none of it beats my swollen feet/ankles/and legs... Ever since the last day of work they have resembled Hobbit feet. "Are you drinking plenty of liquids?" Yes, I even tried &lt;s&gt;putting my feet up above my heart&lt;/s&gt; bed rest with sleep. All it takes is a few mins on my feet and &lt;b&gt;every effort&lt;/b&gt; disappears without a trace! And don't even get me started on taking a shower...I can't reach my feet! They swell up like mini balloons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my &lt;s&gt;outty-button&lt;/s&gt; belly-button. My stomach looks like a damn peach, I swear! Dark line and all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-6090195178094976979?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/6090195178094976979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=6090195178094976979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6090195178094976979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6090195178094976979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/09/pregnancy-63-how-do-you-feel.html' title='Pregnancy: 6.3 - How Do You Feel?'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-456271301267321422</id><published>2009-09-25T14:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:49:28.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy: 6.0 - We Are There!</title><content type='html'>39 Weeks! I'm 2-3cm dilated. Doc said, "I don't think I will see you for your next appointment, but we can still set one anyway. I think you will go sometime during the weekend. Even tonight at the earliest." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Dima take me to Walmart so i could pick up a &lt;s&gt;a snazzy camcorder bag&lt;/s&gt; Bluetooth headset. I'll be damned if Gramz is going to fuckin' ring all the phones in the middle of a contraction; then play the pity card, "Are you screening your calls or something?" Which she has been doing for the past month. The workout I get from attempting to catch these phones is ridiculous. Fist mine, then the house, then Dima's, then mine again...WTF? You left a message on all of them, now STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy decided to buy us a Camcorder for our 'baby gift'. I was thinking of going to get the iPhone 3GS, but couldn't justify the price during my maternity leave...course that was the whole point; I want to tape Lilly as soon as possible. I just don't know how to explain the camcorder to Gramz. She was hopping around bout how Tammy hasn't been buying her granddaughter anything and its so nice she made stuff for her. XD big difference between the families - one &lt;s&gt;shows off in an attempt to out do everyone else&lt;/s&gt; announces, the other quietly gives. Good thing I can do both XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-456271301267321422?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/456271301267321422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=456271301267321422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/456271301267321422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/456271301267321422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/09/pregnancy-60-we-are-there-39-weeks.html' title='Pregnancy: 6.0 - We Are There!'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-6446077046898099342</id><published>2009-09-23T20:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:36:37.890-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy: 5.5 - Thank You Notes</title><content type='html'>Jeez! Just got done with the damn things. It should be acceptable, in todays day and age, to email or send them through a txt...mayhaps a few samples will be added to this post for those looking online, like I did...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-6446077046898099342?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/6446077046898099342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=6446077046898099342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6446077046898099342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6446077046898099342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/09/pregnancy-55-thank-you-notes.html' title='Pregnancy: 5.5 - Thank You Notes'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-2578920032998219200</id><published>2009-09-18T20:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:26:12.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Moving: 3.0 - Up 2 StanderDS!</title><content type='html'>A/C and internet thank the lord! Took long enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet was a bitch because the previous resident (10 years ago) ran the bill up so high they wanted a shit load of proof we were new people. They went so far as to ask for a PSE&amp;G bill from their previous residence. Well, lets see...prior to this place - they lived in the Princeton dorms (he was a student she was a teacher). Then bout 13 years ago...they lived clear across the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Who in their right mind keeps utility bills like that?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they asked for SS# and wanted to copy his card. We went back and forth for 3 days, with multiple documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I said they could shove it and we would settle with a slower connection. They really can just kiss my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/C was easier then expected. Only took one day to install a new unit and furnace, which is impressive being on the 3rd floor...A/C is on the roof...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-2578920032998219200?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/2578920032998219200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=2578920032998219200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2578920032998219200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2578920032998219200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/09/moving-30-up-2-standerds.html' title='Moving: 3.0 - Up 2 StanderDS!'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-3650195193254925439</id><published>2009-09-10T20:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:19:57.275-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Moving: 2.5 - What's Yours Is Gone</title><content type='html'>I told him, when I started my maternity, leave I was going to clean. After a point, I just won't care anymore and it will go. If he helps me - then he can keep what he wants; if not, obviously, I will chuck his treasures and I don't want to hear anything about it...he didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course my prego ass couldn't handle his shit and 3 flights of stairs. Thank God his mother likes me. Er...mayhaps just likes throwing his crap out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I pulled it out of the closet...&lt;br /&gt;Then we went through and sorted it. &lt;br /&gt;She carried it down the stairs and out the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The goal was to get it to the dumpster before he got home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he will be pissed later; but all the shit he has is not necessary. He will not use half the crap he has and the broken shit does not need to be repaired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk-in closet means you can walk into it. It does not mean - you open the door and look for something stable to step on; so you can walk across the crap while holding on to buckling shelves...I love him but this is too much...especially, if we can't get a dresser to put clothes in. Course granted it wouldn't fit in the room anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-3650195193254925439?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/3650195193254925439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=3650195193254925439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/3650195193254925439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/3650195193254925439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/09/moving-25-whats-yours-is-gone.html' title='Moving: 2.5 - What&apos;s Yours Is Gone'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-2994610178651784816</id><published>2009-09-07T12:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:49:41.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy: 5.0 - Dumb Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/Sr5H5aAqMHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Z1lmPHANiwg/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/Sr5H5aAqMHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Z1lmPHANiwg/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385821255941894258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went in for my checkup, yes I'm down to weekly visits. The doc went a little spastic, because I gained more than 45 pounds; so she sent me to have a U/S done. They checked her shoulder/head space vs. my pussy size pretty much. The numbers were fine, but I have to exercise a bit; If I want to stay in the low risk area. Not a problem, since we moved I haven't done any exercises at all. So, yeah I deserve a little scare and a kick in the ass before my due date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work that night, I started to have really bad stomach pains. It felt like across between gas and food poisoning. I started to worry a bit, because I had &lt;s&gt;eaten forbidden food - known as shell fish&lt;/s&gt; gorged myself. In return the baby went a little spastic and would not calm down. As I moved so did she. Eventually, it got to the point where &lt;s&gt;she went berserk&lt;/s&gt; I could not move. This of-course set everyone off at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started setting up plans for my &lt;s&gt;death ride&lt;/s&gt; trip to the hospital. Everyone had an idea of how to go about it, but nobody would listen to me. So I TXT &lt;s&gt;my mother&lt;/s&gt; Dima by accident...on how they insisted I go to the hospital. Dima responded back with, "I'll come get you." Which made me wonder seeing as how he was &lt;s&gt;20 mins away&lt;/s&gt; still at work and running shift. Gramz was working with me, so that was out of the question...eventually, my mother TXT me. She was also still at work...WTF? I think I'm looking into the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later, Dima showed up and took me to the hospital. Finally, found the place with Bruno's help. The stupid hospital I never heard of, I have been passing for over 20 years thinking it was a school/church... Right on up to maternity they sent me. People!! I'm not in labor, so stop freaking out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hooked me up to a couple machines, and started the spotlight treatment - Who? What? Where? When? Why? Eventually, they stopped and dubbed it dehydration. Once the IV finished emptying into my system I felt SO much better and was released. Dima tried to convince the Doc to pull me out of work, but she said I was OK to finish out my week. Which even my bosses agreed on. So, I finished...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-2994610178651784816?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/2994610178651784816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=2994610178651784816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2994610178651784816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2994610178651784816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/09/pregnancy-50-fatdumb-ass-that-i-am.html' title='Pregnancy: 5.0 - Dumb Ass'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/Sr5H5aAqMHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Z1lmPHANiwg/s72-c/IMG_0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-376481151042124590</id><published>2009-08-08T16:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:08:02.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Moving: 2.0 - Fines the Truth</title><content type='html'>They didn't evict anybody, but they did issue the regular &lt;s&gt;fines&lt;/s&gt; warnings that would be enforced. Then they wanted to talk to the landlord :S easier to pull teeth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they shoved a fire under his ass and told him it was time to fix the place up. Heard this all before...think it was 20 years ago...he never did anything. Repairs that needed to be done? He never spent a penny, but we sure did. He never broke a sweat, but we sure did...reimbursement? Not in his vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1928 that's the year the house was built. This is also the year of all the plumbing, lumber, wiring, and major circuitry in the house. All original. What's new, other than what we did? The &lt;s&gt;illegal&lt;/s&gt; floor jacks, &lt;s&gt;self installed&lt;/s&gt; water heater, and some other un-named appliances...did I forget to mention the mold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They actually got a hold of him and he came in for the first time in many years. What did he have to say? Not much, he didn't even notice the floor tiles missing...or the paneling off the walls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-376481151042124590?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/376481151042124590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=376481151042124590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/376481151042124590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/376481151042124590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/08/moving-20-fines-truth.html' title='Moving: 2.0 - Fines the Truth'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-3038242442553928899</id><published>2009-08-03T12:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:13:08.054-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Moving: 1.5 - A Boost</title><content type='html'>Pull in the driveway after a day of shopping and this old guy pulls in behind us running out of his car. "Did you know your poles on fire?"&lt;br /&gt;"My what?"&lt;br /&gt;"Your telephone pole. It looks like it's on fire."&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&lt;br /&gt;-goes to the pole and sees nothing- OMG what a cook...Is he allowed out on his own? Does he need to be supervised...?&lt;br /&gt;-walks into the house laughing all the way-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm hungry, wanna get Chinese? I been craving their chicken!"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure."&lt;br /&gt;"Think I should ask Gramz? Shes been super needy lately..."&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;"OK, I'll buzz her on the line..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm...Dima?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;"I think the cook was right...we have no power...I'll go check the box. It seams to be the whole house."&lt;br /&gt;-see door already open-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pap? You down there?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep, and I ain't touchin' it. There's smoke everywhere and a real strong electrical smell as well."&lt;br /&gt;"I think it went out to the pole and back. There's a &lt;s&gt;cook&lt;/s&gt; guy on our lawn calling the fire department."&lt;br /&gt;"He still out there?"&lt;br /&gt;"Donno, but I'll go look."&lt;br /&gt;-goes to look and hears engines- (fire station is literally two blocks from us)&lt;br /&gt;"Yep, but I'm going to go let the fire department know he isn't a complete loony."&lt;br /&gt;-walks out across the lawn-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We got a call about a pole on fire."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, a passer by supposedly saw a fire. I did not. However, there's no power inside. The fuse box my dad went to check and it is out. He said It's surrounded by smoke and and electrical burning smell."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, so you can't get the power back on?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, my dad didn't try because of the smoke and the smell."&lt;br /&gt;-three more guys walk up-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is your meter."&lt;br /&gt;"Follow me, everything is in the basement." This is where we get evicted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-3038242442553928899?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/3038242442553928899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=3038242442553928899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/3038242442553928899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/3038242442553928899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/08/moving-15-boost.html' title='Moving: 1.5 - A Boost'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-4203588288273226978</id><published>2009-07-10T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:09:13.097-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy: 4.0 - Iron Issues</title><content type='html'>It's official! My tits have out grown normal bras and maternity bras. They just eat the bottom of the bras and dig into my chest. I have bras from 36C - 42DD wired and non. Even went and bought a maternity shirt. That damn thing is too small. So, I went back to the 38DD and am just baring with the pain. Just a little concerned on what I will do when I start lactating. I see a little bit now, but not anything to worry about. I think I got a little more before it starts leaking through my shirt screaming, "Suck me! I need to be sucked!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed my prenatal 3 days in a row. When I went to the OBGYN she nagged me about my iron. I tried to tell her my iron is low naturally (it runs in the family) however, with the prenatal I'm fine. She still instead on an iron supplement which Dima picked up and followed me around work with. I refused to take them of course, I want to read the box first. 45mg 250% of your daily value...Erm whats in my prenatal? 65mg...WHOA Hold the phone! I ain't touching them! Ever heard of infant iron poisoning? I have, and since I share my body with my future little one there is no way in hell I am taking that until they test me again under my normal prenatal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-4203588288273226978?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/4203588288273226978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=4203588288273226978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4203588288273226978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4203588288273226978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/09/pregnancy-40-iron-issues.html' title='Pregnancy: 4.0 - Iron Issues'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-7774437495265951288</id><published>2009-07-05T11:45:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:04:11.007-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>PoS Car: Day 4 and more</title><content type='html'>In the middle of all the car switching I had to &lt;s&gt;crash&lt;/s&gt; park in a spot I don't frequent. Of all the things in the world, I had to hit a damn stump...first the curb, now a stump; is it possible for me to be normal? Probably not...Well either way there was damn near no damage, just a little &lt;s&gt;bark&lt;/s&gt; paint swap since it was the side frame that rolled over it. How is it possible? It was dark, and nobody likes to cut the grass...Oh and they didn't feel the need to remove the rest of the tree from the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/Sr44rorXfhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XygMs1va_dQ/s1600-h/corolla1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/Sr44rorXfhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XygMs1va_dQ/s200/corolla1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After I tell them the story they start spazing out over smoke coming from the pipe. I don't see as much as them. Course I am short and the windows are tinted and it's only light out 50% of the time I get in the damn thing anyways. So after some debating Dima takes it in to get looked at. Yes, there was something wrong with the car. No it is not from me hitting the damn stump. However, their mech wouldn't be back till Monday and I needed a car. They gave us a '09 Corolla S rental. All I have to say is, I ain't buyin' any sports cars if they all feel like a damn toy inside. The whole time I was in it all I could think of was a damn pop top toy the little ones play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Credit: Image from &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?as_q=09+Corolla+S"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-7774437495265951288?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/7774437495265951288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=7774437495265951288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7774437495265951288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7774437495265951288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/07/pos-car-day-4-and-more.html' title='PoS Car: Day 4 and more'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/Sr44rorXfhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XygMs1va_dQ/s72-c/corolla1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-7323065121100989798</id><published>2009-06-25T06:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T06:20:56.959-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>PoS Car: Day 3</title><content type='html'>With all four cars in the drive - Pap starts tinkering around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pap pops the Chevy's hood up and starts laughing. When you replace a timing belt you also replace the water pump; his mech didn't. When you place a timing belt in, you line it up; his mech didn't. No wonder there wasn't any compression. With the way it was put back in, they could have replaced every single part in the car, it would have &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; ran. "300$ to replace the values. You'll need a replacement water pump as well. I can get it done over the weekend, then you can drive it over to your mech and laugh at him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pap pops the Ford's hood up and nods. "You need a new alternator. They are cheap. I can have her up and running in no time..." UB yells, "No way! I'll fix her and take it off your hands. How much you want for her? 500$ sound good?" That's how much I paid for the thing and he knows it...course that's enough to cover the new tires and full tank of gas I shoved in there. "Sure! She's all yours!" Irony of it is, they just swapped the title over to Dima...now it's going back to UB. Can't wait to see how long it takes him to get the entire suspension redone XD Pap don't work on UB's vehicles much...excluding the truck he was supposed to be giving me. However, once it was obvious he had no intention of really giving the truck to me, Pap stopped working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the scraps will &lt;s&gt;profit over 1k in parts&lt;/s&gt; give Dima 100$ for the Aveo as is, he decided to donate his bucket to a local kids charity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-7323065121100989798?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/7323065121100989798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=7323065121100989798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7323065121100989798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7323065121100989798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/07/pos-car-day-3.html' title='PoS Car: Day 3'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-6258746060432139578</id><published>2009-06-23T23:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T03:03:48.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>PoS Car: Day 2 - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SlWSmyfTmjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7haJiThnZyE/s1600-h/camry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SlWSmyfTmjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7haJiThnZyE/s200/camry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a few hours in the heat, Dima agreed to get the '03 Toyota Camry I had my eye on. Mostly for the rear seats, child-locks, tinted windows, window locks; It's meant for kids. This big ball below my tits is a constant reminder that I will be needing a child &lt;s&gt;proof&lt;/s&gt; ready car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Chevy was a far cry from kid quality. Leg room was not an option in the back. I literally had to put my feet up on the seat &lt;b&gt;just to sit&lt;/b&gt; @ 5 foot and barely 100 lbs. Don't get me started on the interior...a sand blaster wouldn't make a dent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ford needed &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt; of work and inspection was only a couple months away. As said before I put enough money into it as was...not to mention I feel guilty asking pap to work on it. He aint getting any younger. Course his, "I'll look at it." Is more like, "Within the next &lt;b&gt;three&lt;/b&gt; months - I'll tell you want you need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SlWSocZpWGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JjkLYAfHQKk/s1600-h/solara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SlWSocZpWGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JjkLYAfHQKk/s200/solara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All of a sudden Dima starts circling a '01 Solara...two door. Oh the memories I have in the back of a coupe...no you nasty minded shit. I mean growing up in one! Fighting with siblings and a dog, to squish out a door was enough. Not to mention, if the seat was already pushed forward! Then your pinned with a mutt next to you and a shit head up &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Dima grew up in four door cars. This two door was &lt;s&gt;singing&lt;/s&gt; screaming out, "Midlife crises!" He wanted a sporty car so bad! "Look! Sun roof!! Alloy tires...shiny! Now this, this right here, this is my dream car!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"We'll take both!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit: Image from &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?as_q=03+Toyota+Camry"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?as_q=01+Toyota+Solara"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-6258746060432139578?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/6258746060432139578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=6258746060432139578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6258746060432139578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6258746060432139578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/07/pos-car-day-2-part-2.html' title='PoS Car: Day 2 - Part 2'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SlWSmyfTmjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7haJiThnZyE/s72-c/camry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-6134189852829958182</id><published>2009-06-22T02:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:16:42.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>PoS Car: Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SlrtCC5Q3RI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XPlHpp8xlgM/s1600-h/Ford_Escort.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SlrtCC5Q3RI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XPlHpp8xlgM/s200/Ford_Escort.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mom got her '07 from a dealer who, with a referral, would give us a good deal. Plus side is when the car was traded in they would tow it, if we couldn't drive it to them. Hours drive up and we floated around. There must have been 10 dealers side-by-side. It was ridiculous. Course we walked through everyone, iPhone and Vehix/Carfax in tow XD Only found one car, however, it was a private dealer...I wasn't to keen and already settled on the Toyota from the other night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back home and I needed gas so we stopped at a WAWA. My car died...not one person had jumper cables for a half hour. Hello? Is this not a gas station? Called Pap and told him the story. His reply? "Next time, break down in-front of a garage. Not a convenience store!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on our way...The A/C cuts off...all the lights go out. "Dima...now I'm scared..." The car makes this noise like the shifter has been pulled suddenly...Only two problems. This noise is &lt;b&gt;louder and longer&lt;/b&gt; more like a demented lawn mower...oh and did I mention? &lt;b&gt;I have an automatic!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo'N behold! We &lt;s&gt;actually&lt;/s&gt; coincidentally broke down in-front of a garage! Dima goes up to the guy and asks for help. He will not give us a jump or a tow. However, for $25 we can leave it and get an estimate on how much it will cost to repair. "Oh, Hell NO! I got my Pappy on speed dial, you ass monkey!" My bladder is going to explode! Good thing I peed at WAWA! I ain't touchin their potty...now to call home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours later my grams shows up with UB and a tow truck behind her. Holy hell...I'm pregnant, hot and have to fuckin PEE!!! Somebody shoot me now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Credit: Image from &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?as_q=97+Ford+Escort"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-6134189852829958182?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/6134189852829958182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=6134189852829958182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6134189852829958182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6134189852829958182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/07/pos-car-day-2.html' title='PoS Car: Day 2'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SlrtCC5Q3RI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XPlHpp8xlgM/s72-c/Ford_Escort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-2154051789691376035</id><published>2009-06-20T02:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:06:24.176-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>PoS Car: Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SlWKzXtpYTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Q830obhpZXk/s1600-h/aveo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SlWKzXtpYTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Q830obhpZXk/s200/aveo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dima killed his trash-can...erm car. Wait let me explain. His pride and joy, is a '04 Chevy Aveo, that he washes more then his own ass. Due to the shiny-ness of his mobile it will blind you however because it is the same color as our recyclable can - Bright Yellow....Hence it was nicknamed the trash-can/beer-can...UB has chucked countless beer cans &lt;s&gt;into&lt;/s&gt; at this poor little car. Alas, she only excepts WAWA coffee cups XD Course it is Dima's fault for parking it next to the recyc can, knowing damn well two drunk men are wandering about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second bit is my husband has a &lt;s&gt;slight&lt;/s&gt; heavy accent. He's Russian; what else ya expect? &lt;s&gt;I'm trying to breed it out of him.&lt;/s&gt; I think it's cute and only correct small errors...However, in todays world people will shit all over you for it. So, needless to say, his &lt;s&gt;All American&lt;/s&gt; loud mouth wife has to step up sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His car breaks down, he takes it to his mechanic. The mech tells him he needs a new timing belt. Sounds normal... Then my DH looks up known issues and finds one with the engine - which he offers up to his mech; knowing the timing belt causes this issue. His mech estimates 3k, which will not include any other unseen damage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, hold up a second! 3k for what? A possible error that may-not exist? At this point I practically yelled, "Don't let him touch it!" Once I convinced him, he pulled his car out - after $200 for a timing belt...and an engine with no compression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took my '97 Ford Escort for a little peek and see. Did you know BMW has security roaming the grounds at 3am? Neither did we XD So, I didn't get to see the prices for my model. They lost a sale :P We went to Toyota. The garage is open but no security :D Saw three good ones, but not much else. Hit another one and found two &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; promising ones. In the lot as we were driving, however, my car was making funny &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; noises (Note - check engine - has been on for over a year) I already put enough money into it and was looking for a new car myself. No worries. Long as it lasted till we find a new one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Credit: Image from &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?as_q=04+Chevy+Aveo"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-2154051789691376035?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/2154051789691376035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=2154051789691376035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2154051789691376035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2154051789691376035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/07/pos-car-day-1.html' title='PoS Car: Day 1'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SlWKzXtpYTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Q830obhpZXk/s72-c/aveo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-498880486052124255</id><published>2009-06-17T11:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:45:00.147-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Not Your Baby</title><content type='html'>One of the stores, close to us, closed a while back and we got sent two AGM's. As usual, we don't have any then all of a sudden we have more than anybody wants. Then the hours got tight, due to the fact that some of the employees were moved to our store as well. Course that did give the opportunity for some to be removed as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, me and my big as mouth, I told my boss that Gramz was looking for a job - She jumped at the chance to hire her. If it wasn't for that fact that we needed the money bad, I would have never told her to send in an application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, I am spending almost every waking moment with her. She mentioned how she liked to work with me and so it was. Even-though she gets up at 4-am and 1st shift would be easier on her she preferred to nag me for 2nd shift. Then the ride thing started. OK it does make sense. However when I am scheduled at 2 and she is in for 3 it is a bit silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is off, I still see her. Every night, like clock work, she is up waiting for me in her damn rockin' chair right by the front door. Nag, nag, nag all through my dinner and wind down time until 2-3am. Then she complained that she had to get up in 2 hours or less because of mom. Who, mind you, is capable of waking herself up. Then she starts on me bout how hard it's going to be on her when I move. And if she calls me by my mother's name one more time, I swear I am going to scream...IM AMANDA NOT ANNA YOU FUCK! Mom is a bit pissed to say the least. I'm her daughter not gramz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss apologized for giving me all the old women (youngest is 53). However, in my current condition I don't think it's something to blow off. Especially, when I have to eat all the shit when something doesn't get finished, because my one and only guy calls out. Technically isn't that my bosses fault? For not scheduling more abled people on one shift. Especially since most of them are medically incapable of doing the work I &lt;s&gt;do behind their backs&lt;/s&gt; am not supposed to be doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that in my condition I am not supposed to be lifting certain things, or pushing others. However, when inspection is about to show up; who the hell is going to say, "Well, I understand, she couldn't (fill in the blanks) because she's pregnant." No, they say, "Why didn't you tell (insert name here) to do it?" HELLO! I had the youngest able bodied one help me before. It did not go over well, and since she hurt herself (not badly, just pulled a muscle) I am not going to ask her again. Since 3rd shift is in their early 30's I think it should be them to do it - not us. Or move them to 2nd shift. I really couldn't give a flying fuck. However, since 2nd shift actually requires work, they cry when they have to work it. Beg to be put back on 3rd. Course if they don't stop bitching about my relief she won't get shift class. Which means one of their dumb asses will have to run 2nd shift when I am on maternity leave. I love the irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-498880486052124255?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/498880486052124255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=498880486052124255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/498880486052124255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/498880486052124255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-your-baby.html' title='Not Your Baby'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-9100322025186817250</id><published>2009-06-17T02:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T02:25:03.871-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Dentures: 2.5 - Puffer Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SlLnAJUgqcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/miY7xLyXX3k/s1600-h/puffer-fish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SlLnAJUgqcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/miY7xLyXX3k/s200/puffer-fish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With two more infections in my mouth (which made me look like a damn puffer fish) my OB gave me permission to finish my dental work. I'm not stupid - I got it in writing... Numb with excitement, I called up my dentist and told them the news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They referred me to the emergency room...because the main doc wasn't in and they felt it better -mumbles incoherently-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the emergency room do? Call my OB and prescribe me with a pain killer and antibiotic - All for only $100 co-pay - OMG! That is so amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swelling went down and my cheeks felt like I just accomplished a years worth of slim fast when my dentist called. "You have clearance from your OB; did they tell you?" WTF? Against my better judgement. I put my happy delusion hat back on and set an appointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG it hurt soo bad! Apparently, the infection is more spread then we thought...but he got them out either way. On my way out I asked about a checkup and they said, "Nope, your all set!" "WOW, I thought, may-haps I can finally finish this thing and be pain free soon!" Then waited for my prescriptions; which consisted only of an antibiotic...no pain killer?! My fucking face hurt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple weeks later I get the money to pay off my teeth - in full. Completely spastic, I set an appointment and await instructions. They call back, "The doctor said we won't be doing any more extractions until after the baby is born. It's to many extractions during your pregnancy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? I'm confused? You already pulled 10; what's another 7? Besides that, the meds they put me on excrete in the breast-milk...so what's after the baby? I think nothing...by the time they clear me, Lilly will be a year old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Credit: Image from &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?as_q=Puffer+Fish"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-9100322025186817250?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/9100322025186817250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=9100322025186817250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/9100322025186817250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/9100322025186817250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/07/dentures-25-puffer-fish.html' title='Dentures: 2.5 - Puffer Fish'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SlLnAJUgqcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/miY7xLyXX3k/s72-c/puffer-fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-8336321797634372004</id><published>2009-05-08T01:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:37:00.822-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Widgets'/><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,124,0" width="424" height="350" id="TwitterWidget" align="middle"&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="false" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.twitter.com/flash/widgets/profile/TwitterWidget.swf" /&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt; &lt;param name="FlashVars" value="userID=31366525&amp;styleURL=http://static.twitter.com/flash/widgets/profile/smooth.xml"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://static.twitter.com/flash/widgets/profile/TwitterWidget.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="424" height="350" name="TwitterWidget" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" allowFullScreen="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" FlashVars="userID=31366525&amp;styleURL=http://static.twitter.com/flash/widgets/profile/smooth.xml"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-8336321797634372004?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/8336321797634372004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=8336321797634372004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8336321797634372004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8336321797634372004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/05/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-5108334844273447876</id><published>2009-04-15T02:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T02:40:19.089-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Jokes</title><content type='html'>Uploaded my dusty joke book. It's been sitting for a while few more tweaks and I'll be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-5108334844273447876?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/5108334844273447876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=5108334844273447876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5108334844273447876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5108334844273447876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/04/jokes.html' title='Jokes'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-8301141136616552713</id><published>2009-04-14T04:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:48:34.982-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Moving: 1.0 - Time for Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SeRNyajmZqI/AAAAAAAAACU/BFcVx1CEJz8/s1600-h/suitcase-money.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SeRNyajmZqI/AAAAAAAAACU/BFcVx1CEJz8/s200/suitcase-money.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally told him to pack the bags...no, I didn't kick him out. We are going to move out. No we didn't get our own place. Sadly, his mother and him where in debt and they refinanced together. With him putting so much into 'their' place a month and the money we put in here it's ridiculous. I have been toying with this idea since Feb, however, with all the issues and the pregnancy I didn't want to jump the gun. I cannot save any of my money, nor he. Course with the baby coming we are going to need as much as we can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I just managed to save 800$ extra. Now I have 81$ left for bra shopping that I need to do now! My bras lost so much elastic, they fall off when I work. Where did my saved money go? 540$ to my mothers dog. Because she cannot afford all the dogs she had to adopt. I told her, I did not want nor approve of them coming in the house. I wasn't lying when I told her we wouldn't have the room nor the money for them. She went an did it anyways. 220$ for the cable/net bill because she had to have a box in every damn room and all the movie channels...I told her when she started getting them I was not going to pay the bill for them. She said, "Fine..." Now, two months in a row, I have been putting the money up for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny bit is, I told her I can't go food shopping (300$), because I need bras for work. What did she say? "Good, you can take your sister, she needs bras too!" OMG...I don't think she will be happy till she bleeds me dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma money bags is getting the fuck outta here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Credit: Image from &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?as_q=Open+Suitcase+Money"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-8301141136616552713?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/8301141136616552713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=8301141136616552713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8301141136616552713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8301141136616552713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/04/moving-10-time-for-change.html' title='Moving: 1.0 - Time for Change'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SeRNyajmZqI/AAAAAAAAACU/BFcVx1CEJz8/s72-c/suitcase-money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-7225142894534054272</id><published>2009-04-05T06:02:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T06:11:34.594-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Widgets'/><title type='text'>Smoke Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#a9a9a9;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script&gt;if (WIDGETBOX) WIDGETBOX.renderWidget('df0f0fcc-1339-498c-ad0d-6ea73ddb543c');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;Get the &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/quit-smoking-counter"&gt;Quit Smoking Counter&lt;/a&gt; widget and many other &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/"&gt;great free widgets&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com"&gt;Widgetbox&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-7225142894534054272?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/7225142894534054272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=7225142894534054272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7225142894534054272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7225142894534054272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/04/smoke-free.html' title='Smoke Free'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-2614231159645755002</id><published>2009-04-04T03:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:12:43.943-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy: 3.5 - Mommy poops green too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SeRE4tSh2kI/AAAAAAAAACM/5YWaqpSZTZg/s1600-h/cartoon15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SeRE4tSh2kI/AAAAAAAAACM/5YWaqpSZTZg/s320/cartoon15.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324456400479443522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The very day I left the OBGYN they asked if I had any stomach aches...I started to feel one, however, seeing the cyst - figured it was in my head; for four days. After a while, I realized, the aches were like a stomach virus I had a few years back. It only hurt when I ate, felt better after I shit. (Course, it only hurt when I breathed and the deeper I breathed the more it hurt.) On the fourth day I didn't want to get out of bed, however, I had been there for almost two days nauseous as hell...I had to get something in my stomach for the babies sake. Right after I ate, I ran to the toilet and had green, rank, shotgun like diarrhea. Ok...that was new, I think I'm going to lay down now...Three minutes later I ran to the toilet again, this time vomiting the whole way; Dima behind me freaking out...he's so cute somedays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my official doctor (ER 100$ co-pay, Doc $15) who freaked an walked in with a mask LMAO Even before I lost my virginity, they would ask me if I was pregnant 100 times, before I could see the doc. Well I beat them to it this time! I AM YOU FUCK FACE! Now, on with it! BAH, they hit me with a new one. Has the baby been causing any nausea...OMG NO! I have been lucky so far, it has been an angel. Which is why I am here! I actually threw up! Also, I have been constipated the past 3 months...Today? I had crazy shits all over the can...Anymore stupid questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back with her mask off and told me to go on a bland diet. No Dairy at all. No Milk, Orange Juice, and blah blah blah...my stomach is too delicate. Then she said, I had a viral infection and probably wouldn't be able to work for the next two days. Course thats only because they wouldn't give me something for it due to me being pregnant...wankers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and unwillingly changed my diet. Saw bananas on the list and went to town...bad idea. Woke up the next day with heartburn out the ass and acid reflux. I tried Pepto but it didn't do much. Course Dima knows best (clears through) and started preaching about how all Russian medical books say Baking Soda is the best thing. I'm not too keen on using my fridge deodorizer as an acid reflux remedy, so I stubbornly refused. He smiled then started chasing me around with a spoon full of the shit. Eventually, he said, "If you try it just once, I will quit smoking." I knew he was full of shit, but I wanted to see if he would even try; I swallowed the nasty shit. Later I felt better and he had a smoke, said he'd quit tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Credit: Image from &lt;a href="http://baby-gaga.com/"&gt;Baby-Gaga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-2614231159645755002?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/2614231159645755002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=2614231159645755002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2614231159645755002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2614231159645755002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/04/pregnancy-35-mommy-poops-green-too.html' title='Pregnancy: 3.5 - Mommy poops green too!'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SeRE4tSh2kI/AAAAAAAAACM/5YWaqpSZTZg/s72-c/cartoon15.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-1156988051705334898</id><published>2009-03-29T03:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T03:54:50.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy: 3.0 - Ultra/Hello!</title><content type='html'>Went in for my second visit...We got to see the baby! I was just amazed it was still alive! I watched it like a hawk thinking, "It's not moving! It's DEAD...OMG...Now I done it..." However, all I could hear was, "Cool! Awesome! Cool! Awesome!" from Dima in the cornor. Good thing the lights where out, he must have looked like a moron. Then she zoomed out and I saw something odd; which she pointed out and said, "That right there, is a cyst in your ovarie. We will be keeping an eye on it." Course I'm laying down thinking..."AN EYE? The damn thing is as big as the fucking BABY, who mind you is pushing past 3 inches!" But WTF do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got all done and went back to the other room, where they gave us pic's of the ultrasound! Course, they made there rounds at home and in work...It's not even born yet and everybody just has to see the pics? Okie day, anyways...They told me, we (the baby and I) passed the main blood tests (I'm A+ which makes the baby + since there are no complications)and the results for this test (DS) would be given during our next visit. Then she stuck yet another contraption on my belly...We could hear the heart beat! OMG I know it's alive now! WooHoo! I'm not just fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing left was my question...constipation! I have it naturally, without being pregnant. I was told to take Colase, however, it only softens my stool; not make it come out! So, she gave me a few things to take, which would help me GO! Then sent me on my way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-1156988051705334898?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/1156988051705334898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=1156988051705334898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/1156988051705334898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/1156988051705334898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/04/pregnancy-30-ultrahello.html' title='Pregnancy: 3.0 - Ultra/Hello!'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-7782807677043853142</id><published>2009-03-20T03:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T03:51:43.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy: 2.0 - OBG/WHAT?</title><content type='html'>First visit to a/my OBGYN..."It will be fun," they said. BULLSHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had me do more paperwork! Most of the questions were family health related, which they would test the baby and me for. What a fucking list I had to go through - Anemia, Diabetes, Parkinson's, Multiple Sclerosis, Breast Cancer, Cervical Cancer, Mental Retardation, Hepatitis, Arthritis, Carpal Tunnel...mind you that's only on my mothers side, as in IMMEDIATE family only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course the smoking question came up. Been smoke free since Feb 19th YAY ME! Dima needs to quit though. We were supposed to quit on the same day, however, only I succeeded. I had help though LOL All I had to do was think about having a cigg and the baby went, "NO MOMMY!" -pulls on make mommy want to chuck cord- which was the only time I felt nauseous...Unfortunately, now Dima reeks of it stronger than I was ever able to smell and he makes me gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she had me change an plop up on the table...SURPRISE breast exam! She ripped my shirt open an went at it...OMG! Because my breast are so swollen and tender, it hurt so much, I wanted to scream! Then she had me put my feet up an went at the pap smear...again same deal. Course she apologized and commented on how uncooperative the cervix was, however, that didn't make it feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking over my paperwork, she suggested the test for down syndrome. Dima jumped at the chance. I really couldn't care, I grew up in Special ED and dealt with ADD/ADHD, BiPolar, Autism, and Tourettes on a daily basis...They never separated any of us in school - limited budget an all. Dima's freaked he can't handle it, like I wouldn't be able to handle Diabetes I (II runs in my family, so it is more likely). Howver, having a heads up would be nice; if possible. I signed the agreement and she scheduled it for my next appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she sent me to get blood work done...10 fucking tubes for the tests...I wanted to die! I'm petrified of needles...I kept my cool though - I didn't pass out :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-7782807677043853142?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/7782807677043853142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=7782807677043853142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7782807677043853142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7782807677043853142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/04/pregnancy-20-obgwhat.html' title='Pregnancy: 2.0 - OBG/WHAT?'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-6898412106712430917</id><published>2009-02-20T06:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:25:49.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Widgets'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy Ticker</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script&gt;if (WIDGETBOX) WIDGETBOX.renderWidget('53f2848b-e5c5-41a6-8df0-4b06b1a95bea');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;Get the &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/pregnancy-calendar"&gt;Baby &amp; Pregnancy Countdown Ticker&lt;/a&gt; widget and many other &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/"&gt;great free widgets&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com"&gt;Widgetbox&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-6898412106712430917?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/6898412106712430917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=6898412106712430917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6898412106712430917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6898412106712430917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/02/pregnancy-ticker.html' title='Pregnancy Ticker'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-7578029836501361079</id><published>2009-02-20T06:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:26:32.463-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy: 1.6 - Official</title><content type='html'>The cold really set in and I got really sick. Nice time to try and quit smoking! Told my boss I wouldn't be in and started the calls I had to make. Then threw up all over the trash can...a combination of the cold and pregnancy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called the Dentist, they aren't allowed to touch me for the first 3-4 months. Uh-oh, already did that...anything else? No antibiotics...did that as well...anything else? No heavy lifting. Shit...well what the fuck am I supposed to do now?!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take it easy, relax, and don't lift anything heavy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel - like shit, useless, and technically should have already had a misscarriage. Now what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want your blood! EEEP! &lt;br /&gt;Well one good thing came out of that, they told me I was 5-6 weeks. Puts my Due date in the ball park of Oct 10th. Hmm...that is the date I originally picked for our wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed four days of no smoking! Of-course, I replaced it with food. Technically not a good thing. Even-though I am pregnant I am not eating for two - just yet. I'm bout 3 months short of that. So, I am just bloating myself out right now waiting for the laxatives to kick in. However, the only thing I accomplished was - more cramps, headaches, lightheadedness, and bad gas bubbles. Popped more pills and grabbed a cigg to kill the food cravings. Worked like a charm...I SHIT! After four days, I felt like gold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm going to keep the ciggs till I can talk to my doc about other means of cleaning out my system. Cramming my face is only cramping my stomach. Now my old friend heartburn is back and I'm going to get cranky...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-7578029836501361079?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/7578029836501361079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=7578029836501361079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7578029836501361079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7578029836501361079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/02/pregnancy-16-official.html' title='Pregnancy: 1.6 - Official'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-4324004944645385582</id><published>2009-02-15T06:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:28:12.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy: 1.0 - Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>I tried a few cheap pregnancy tests, once I realized I was late. Stupid pee sticks didn't work. They didn't even turn on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to tell myself: I just can't remember my last cycle. I'm only sick. There is something going around. I always get nauseous in the morning. I'm normally constipated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I couldn't explain...my tits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;They were swollen, sore, and a tad bit larger...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dima loves to grab my tits. So, he got smacked roughly 20 times in a day due to the condition of my swollen friends. After a few weeks of this, he started to wine about how he couldn't touch me and what not. He felt like I was pushing him away and he had done something wrong. So, I told him it was OK...my tits just hurt a bit and he will have to wait until they are better. All this did was make him wine more. So I caved in and told him what I was thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went ballistic and was more than happy to join me on my shopping trip. I still hadn't finished the months grocery shopping. So, we hit ACME at 5-am...where he absolutely insisted on a digital test. I wasn't happy with the price or that fact that I was going to be peeing on an electronic gadget for 22$ and then throwing it away! But he said if it didn't work he would refund my money. So, again I gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home did my thing and waited. Only difference was I peed in a cup...wasn't taking any chances! We sat in the bathroom going over the info till I realized it was time to check. Positive! Hell of a B-Day present for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to make our rounds. My family went ecstatic...his mother - cried. Gramz was the only unhappy one. She thought I was going to wait a few years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-4324004944645385582?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/4324004944645385582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=4324004944645385582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4324004944645385582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4324004944645385582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/02/pregnancy-10-happy-birthday.html' title='Pregnancy: 1.0 - Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Манц</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587738850184056815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21IQVXtNZL8/SR60_m6nLRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nPqPTH1bkrg/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-8690795587115625986</id><published>2009-01-25T23:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:19:43.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Dentures: 2.0 - Like Pulling Teeth</title><content type='html'>Went in Thursday and began the process...pulled eight of them. No biggie!! Was easier than I thought! Till the pills wore off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got to remember not to bend over. Amazing, how many muscles move in your face when you bend over or look up...not to forget the words that come out after you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once done pulling they gave me a sheet of Do's and Don'ts...No straws (hardly use em as is), no smoking for 24 hours (I'll sleep), no water picks (they scare me)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only issue, is my diet. Supposed to eat mashed potatoes, yogurt*, and the like. Things that require virtually no chewing. That didn't work last time. I'm a very active person, I need more in my system. So, I hit the stores and looked around. There were a few things I had picked up last time that worked well. Alas, they were no where to be found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last resort - Chinese. Rice out the ass! They have to have a few things I can eat. Rice was where it stopped, I got the rice jammed in my gum. I couldn't manage to eat a banana and 4th sip into my drink realized I was using a straw...So used to eating there I bypassed most of it without a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only things left were scrambled eggs and chili. We had chili for dinner, so I grabbed a bit and managed to get the meat stuck in my gums...BAGH! Fine...I'll just suffer with my grumbly tumbly...Get me 12 dozen eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As an added bonus, it also helps yeast infections brought on by antibiotics...which of course couldn't pass a chance at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-8690795587115625986?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/8690795587115625986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=8690795587115625986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8690795587115625986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8690795587115625986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/01/dentures-20-like-pulling-teeth.html' title='Dentures: 2.0 - Like Pulling Teeth'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-4806883010911881326</id><published>2009-01-19T06:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:16:17.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>PaperWork/Pending...</title><content type='html'>Finished sending all my paperwork...Yes, just now :S &lt;br /&gt;Waiting on my cards, still haven't gotten them and my insurance sent me multiple cards. Not sure which one is considered 'the' card, since I added Dima and they gave me two with both our names. Well half way, they messed up Dima's name, surprise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-4806883010911881326?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/4806883010911881326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=4806883010911881326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4806883010911881326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4806883010911881326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/01/paperworkpending.html' title='PaperWork/Pending...'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-8193575933250420517</id><published>2009-01-15T23:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:49:42.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Dentures: 1.5 - $ In the Pipes</title><content type='html'>I called my insurance company. &lt;br /&gt;Since, I was late in replying when I first signed up for my insurance, in 2006 (however, their records say late 2007), i had to wait after a two year waive period. Unless i had a qualifying life event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called only to find out - it does not count. My husband could not start his benefits until 2009, because he waived everything! I can add my husband onto everything from mine (effective immediately), but we can't have dental. Also, it's a two full year waive down to the day! My dental insurance will not be available until fall of 2009. Course by the time it goes in, it will not be processed until January 2010...FUCK THAT! My mouth hurts now, you can't tell it to be quiet until 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set up an appointment, went in Wednesday, and got my estimate. Since my doc's know my income and about my non-existing insurance, they cut me a deal. Looking at 7k, for my top set. Yes, set. Have to get them all pulled - top and bottom - as with most of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure, no point in prolonging it. Set me up! So, their nurse helped me with the forum, which wouldn't submit. Then she called and tried again. Thank GOD she was doing it. All the trouble they gave her I know it would have been worse for me. Eventually, she got it up and my credit total; which was less than half of the total cost for my top set. Why? My previous visit. The charge to my card was still showing, even-though it was three months ago. Course the bureau reports every three months. Wankers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem. Make a few payments which should make it go back up, and I will be able to apply for more. The payments are small enough with a 60 month plan. I can make a few calls, pull out my savings, and finish the payments myself; if it's still an issue later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-8193575933250420517?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/8193575933250420517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=8193575933250420517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8193575933250420517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8193575933250420517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2009/01/dentures-in-pipes.html' title='Dentures: 1.5 - $ In the Pipes'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-3820219711663519249</id><published>2009-01-10T23:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:48:47.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Dentures: 1.0 - A New Dentist</title><content type='html'>The stupid toothache that kicked in on my wedding day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain became unbearable. So, I finally caved in and went to go see the dentist. They took ex-rays and showed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "Ok, no biggie...WTF is that?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doc:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;"The tooth that is causing all your pain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "I understand, however, that tooth is not supposed to exist! I had the whole thing removed over 10 years ago!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doc:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;"Well as you can see, it's still there and it has slid down to your jaw bone. Little bit more and it will start to fuse. But that's not the problem. The problem is, the tooth is infected and it has infected your jaw and moved on over to the other teeth. Now the only question is; do you want the wisdom tooth next to it taken out now, before it breaks through?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "Erm...Naw, take the two, and leave the wisdom be. I'd rather it do it's thing, it has enough room (and my bank account is scared of the bill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dug them out. I paid with my credit card, because I wasn't sure if I had the money in my debit (after I went home, I found out I did and transferred it over.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they told me, once I get my insurance - I should come back and have an estimate done. I said, "Sure, January looks like my time. 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cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #0066B3; color: white; font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000;"&gt;There are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or fewer&lt;/b&gt; people with my name in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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Deadline is soon for alot of paperwork...That I started a few days ago, ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Social Security&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drivers License&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Half-Way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bank - Added Dima, waiting for Cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Insurance - Added Dima, waiting for update.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Payroll - Screwed my name up, so I have to fix that. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Credit Union - NEVER had my info right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Untouched&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Credit Cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check stats for taxes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-4218906845202030279?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/4218906845202030279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=4218906845202030279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4218906845202030279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4218906845202030279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/11/feduppaperwork.html' title='FedUp/PaperWork'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-4111735858835846032</id><published>2008-10-14T05:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:56:35.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Party Time!</title><content type='html'>UJ showed up. That was it. Everybody else that got directions, specific date and time info, even the court house; bailed. Two were excused (mandatory meeting), everybody else hit us up later with random excuses. Was OK though, Dima didn't want them...Kinda like how I didn't want to tell them to start off with. All together there ten was of us, three dogs, and two cats. Had to keep Sue locked up. Her fav spot was the top of the table that housed the wedding cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SR6nzwUiqUI/AAAAAAAAARg/E1IIL2GYLhY/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51); clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SR6nzwUiqUI/AAAAAAAAARg/E1IIL2GYLhY/s200/IMG_0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was a great party. Tammy got to officially meet the family (which she dubbed - the family with good looking men XD Think she needs her eyes checked! ) and we all watched a movie. Silent film - Charlie Chaplain. Amazing, how everyone sat so quiet, even Pap...On his best behavior. So, proud! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy had to go (everyone else usually crashes at the house, so wasn't much of a hustle on things.) so we started the cake bit. Dima and I cut the cake...kinda. Everybody had something to say at once, whilst clicking their cameras. Move here, then there...Cut this way, cut that way...With all the yapping, I tried to tell him it was cake face time. He had protested this before, something about pointless traditions and he did not want to participate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course he wasn't listening and I had cake in my hand...Smooch, it went! Did it fairly gentle, not much clean up required...Only cause I caught him off guard and to the side. He turned round looked at me and went, "Well! In that case!" and smeared a huge chunk on my face up my nose and all over my shoes...Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up a bit then debated our one nights getaway. Eventually, I decided (he wanted me to choose) on cheap, decent, and close. It was late (11pm), didn't want to go far, neither one of us was feeling any better, and we were tired. So, we went, damn nearn just down the road. Scoped it out and checked in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-4111735858835846032?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/4111735858835846032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=4111735858835846032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4111735858835846032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4111735858835846032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/10/party-time.html' title='Party Time!'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SR6nzwUiqUI/AAAAAAAAARg/E1IIL2GYLhY/s72-c/IMG_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-5974697643556008542</id><published>2008-10-14T04:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:55:28.726-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Here comes - ME!</title><content type='html'>Wedding day started EARLY. Had to be there at 8:00-am Woke up with a toothache and our colds were starting to really kick in. Bah, what a wake up call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all headed out to the court house and not even 2 minutes out of the driveway Tammy (D's mom) goes, "Got the rings?" We just looked at each other like, "You grabbed them right?" So, he flew out the door, across traffic, and through the yard XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there a half-hour before the judge. They decided to do the wedding first, since there was nine of us wandering around the hall. Went through the detector one-by-one and Dima set the alarm off at-least 10 times (I wish I were exaggerating)...Him and those cargo pants. I swear, he overflowed the basket with shit out of his pockets(x2). Those baskets aren't small either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Judge had us stand facing toward the family, so they could all do their camera thing. Then he had us start...Did fairly well; till we had to do the vow bit. Turned into a giggle contest between the two of us. Think that was the time -we are actually getting married- hit both of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paperwork was finished, everyone started to head home. UG gave Dima the idea to write, "Just Married" on the back window with soap...So we waited for him to do that before we hit the store. We were expecting ten or more people to join. So we needed to stocked up liquor incase the food didn't last long enough XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-5974697643556008542?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/5974697643556008542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=5974697643556008542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5974697643556008542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5974697643556008542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-comes-me-not-dressed-in-white-p.html' title='Here comes - ME!'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-8473087403829446574</id><published>2008-10-13T04:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:00:38.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Wii Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SR6h53K9ezI/AAAAAAAAARY/ZxvhihqyIwk/s1600-h/monday+night+football+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 3px; clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SR6h53K9ezI/AAAAAAAAARY/ZxvhihqyIwk/s200/monday+night+football+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our bosses took us out, the day before our wedding, to a little bar and grill place they liked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding presents they gave us? A little outfit...Well more for Dima than me...Little lacy thing it was - Vail included (Which I did wear for the wedding ^_^). Then they wrapped a bow round Dima, so I could have something to unwrap/play with XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some fun and got some cash with a demand attached. Since we weren't planning on a honeymoon any time soon, we were to use the cash for a nights getaway. One place was recommended; mostly cause it had a bubble tub :P and a cheap price tag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party slowed down and only four of us were left, so we hit the bar. Wound up playing a game of baseball, against Dima, on a Wii...The thing I said I would never touch again. Score? 0/0 Haha we suck! Bosses did better, course they actually play the damn thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-8473087403829446574?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/8473087403829446574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=8473087403829446574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8473087403829446574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8473087403829446574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/11/wii-bride.html' title='Wii Bride'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SR6h53K9ezI/AAAAAAAAARY/ZxvhihqyIwk/s72-c/monday+night+football+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-8267309486134265687</id><published>2008-09-29T02:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T03:30:20.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Russian (Русский)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SOCC01tfqbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kww4PqjKuvI/s1600-h/alphabet.gif" imageanchor="1" style="border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 3px; clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SOCC01tfqbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/1Bt_cPOZXE8/s200-R/alphabet.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yerp, just started to devote time into learning. Only issue is the keyboard. I want to learn to write it as well as speak and read. Figured how to set up the characters and all, course can't even recall where the English keys are on the board; how am I to know where the Russian ones are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was surprised at how many words I already knew. No, I'm not talking about the ones that sound like English words. Just a bunch of random ones I picked off TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the Russian Alphabet (Русский Алфавит) right now. Slowly getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dima (Дима) is getting a laugh here and there. some words trigger different words in my head in different languages. To which he goes, "Huh? OMG you messed that up sooo bad!" Well he thinks it; How do i know? He told me so. Course he wouldn't say for fear of discouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started to teach me but with our schedules there isn't much time for him to give me any input. We either spend time talking about our days and relaxing together for a couple hours or teach me Russian...The winner is obvious. When we get time I only throw in some new words ^_^ then cringe to find out how bad I butchered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Credit: Images from &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?as_q=Russian+Alphabet"&gt;Google search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-8267309486134265687?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/8267309486134265687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=8267309486134265687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8267309486134265687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8267309486134265687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/09/russian.html' title='Russian (Русский)'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SOCC01tfqbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/1Bt_cPOZXE8/s72-Rc/alphabet.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-1731141212595362877</id><published>2008-09-28T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T03:00:35.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>3G - A Passing</title><content type='html'>I told Dima I knew what I was going to get him for his b-day (poking to see if he would want the iPhone). He asked and I told him about the e-books that were at the store. He went against it and brought up the iPhone and how it would be more convenient. Then I told him I was going to get mine upgraded and I could pass on my old one, which is what he had been hoping (Some days I am psychic). That's right around the time he went spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only bad part was, he was so excited he wanted to get it himself at that very moment*. Figured what-the-hell might-as-well. Went in to upgrade and asked him what size and color. Haha, I bought him a new one. He was so cute waiting. He was like a little kid all fidgety and dropping stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I upgraded mine as well and passed my old one on to Deb. She went just as spastic as he did. If she takes care of it Mom can upgrade her at one point as well. Course I don't know if that will be any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mental note - Don't tell him any gifts beforehand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-1731141212595362877?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/1731141212595362877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=1731141212595362877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/1731141212595362877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/1731141212595362877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/09/3g-passing.html' title='3G - A Passing'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-7064927729362259104</id><published>2008-09-28T02:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T03:00:29.944-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>L's and M's</title><content type='html'>Dima got transferred. He's working a lot more hours...Yes, it's possible. The ride round is an hour trip - bleh. We don't get to see each other as often. However, it does bring many new opportunities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are getting rid of the L's, which we are. Only two options demote or promote. My boss is talking about moving me up. Not sure if I really want it. I know it's better, but I don't really want to make this my life career...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dima on the other-hand is extremely delighted (think he wants the career). His boss is also talking of moving him up. FFM I believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-7064927729362259104?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/7064927729362259104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=7064927729362259104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7064927729362259104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7064927729362259104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/09/ls-and-ms.html' title='L&apos;s and M&apos;s'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-3804473258785225251</id><published>2008-09-27T04:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T03:01:18.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Widget Clean Up!</title><content type='html'>Get bored add a new widget...&lt;br /&gt;Get bored add a new widget...&lt;br /&gt;Get bored add a new widget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got a little cluttered. Time has come to give them their own area. Hopefully, they won't cramp everything else all to hell. Move over huge quiz list...The widgets may be taking over XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving a lot of other things over as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-3804473258785225251?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/3804473258785225251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=3804473258785225251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/3804473258785225251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/3804473258785225251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/09/widget-clean-up.html' title='Widget Clean Up!'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-6091691987553329592</id><published>2008-08-26T04:43:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T05:16:19.243-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>New Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPGUwr8zvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vbxG28UQ-ZU/s1600-h/Photo+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1em; padding: 3px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPGUwr8zvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vbxG28UQ-ZU/s200/Photo+30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238748851530944242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-right: 1em; margin-top:0px; padding: 3px; float:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPClHeF0WI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6fIJHZKdAiE/s1600-h/disturb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPClHeF0WI/AAAAAAAAALQ/uE72R9GrGug/s320-R/disturb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Time to retire one of my fav images...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I'm going to join the crowd and put my pic up...Hold your breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard me right. For the first time ever, my ugly ass up in the box :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-6091691987553329592?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/6091691987553329592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=6091691987553329592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6091691987553329592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6091691987553329592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-photo.html' title='New Photo'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPGUwr8zvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vbxG28UQ-ZU/s72-c/Photo+30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-7901111976061480522</id><published>2008-08-19T00:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:50:28.409-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Mini Cooper S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SKfYr-J892I/AAAAAAAAALI/6Y08yf4Pai0/s1600-h/my_mini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51); clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-right: 1em; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SKfYr-J892I/AAAAAAAAALI/sBipcKtEf2Y/s200-R/my_mini.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Been poking at it for a while. Wasn't sure till I saw one up close! We parked next to a convertible at the store and I did circles around it ^_^ Started loading the car and that's when the guy came out and put the top down *drools* OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally picked a car I like!! Now to save up...20k or so...My biggest gift to me yet. Mom's a bit teed cause I won't have all the trunk space needed for our shopping trips ($600 a pop). I'm teed cause I didn't get to pick my own car. That's why I was saving up. Car and dentist are the only expensive things I need to save up for at the moment. Eventually D and I won't be here anymore and the need for my shopping trips will no longer exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I actually blow all that money is my question. Yah, I can save it for someone else, but when time comes - Am I really willing to spend that much on myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Credit: Images from &lt;a href="http://www.miniusa.com/"&gt;MINI USA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-7901111976061480522?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/7901111976061480522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=7901111976061480522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7901111976061480522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7901111976061480522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/08/mini-cooper-s.html' title='Mini Cooper S'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SKfYr-J892I/AAAAAAAAALI/sBipcKtEf2Y/s72-Rc/my_mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-8996940504242673018</id><published>2008-08-19T00:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:38:12.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>RuneScape</title><content type='html'>Got membership again. Couldn't help it. I been bored off my ass and fell in love with the new design...Well, not so new. I take long brakes from the game so what's new to me is probably old as hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, think I should update my security questions...I haven't changed them ever. Once I tried to log on and found out Beta was the 'new' RuneScape and mine was actually Classic. I moved over, lost my account, and started over. That was somewhere around March 2004.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-8996940504242673018?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/8996940504242673018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=8996940504242673018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8996940504242673018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8996940504242673018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/08/runescape.html' title='RuneScape'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-2271354218428407242</id><published>2008-08-17T04:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T04:29:12.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Red Right Hand</title><content type='html'>Once again K is out of Chris's life. He made it in the paper this time. The Trooper that he attempted to run over busted him with coke and liquor...while driving without a license. He's looking at a long time. Oh did I forget to mention the woman he was with? Chris never met her...Apparently, they have been friends for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's trying to get Chris's Dad to put the house up for collat. Course Mom and Pop have had enough and aren't even willing to talk about him or anything related. Then K and Dad pinned her in their crossfire. Took me a while but I explained what each one was doing and saying. I think she's starting to see things a bit. Don't know how long it will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing is she went job hunting with me. Told her, whatever she decides, she will need money before she can do anything. So, she's out and about ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-2271354218428407242?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/2271354218428407242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=2271354218428407242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2271354218428407242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2271354218428407242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/08/red-right-hand.html' title='Red Right Hand'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-1121796772845676182</id><published>2008-08-17T01:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:59:09.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>(AM)GM</title><content type='html'>Got a new AM. She's very new to the company, however, she does come with manager experience. Only down part is, her previous place was not food related or flooded on an hourly bases. So she is lost with codes and ignores large groups of people...Yah. Heaven forbid we need help. She disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there has been talk of our GM moving out. Since this AM wants a store of her own...Ours may become hers...Eeep! &lt;br /&gt;Please just be a rumor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-1121796772845676182?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/1121796772845676182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=1121796772845676182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/1121796772845676182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/1121796772845676182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/08/amgm.html' title='(AM)GM'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-3755826585832295270</id><published>2008-08-10T05:34:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T03:37:06.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Marry Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SKfSWFYz2FI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sc-WOJAJKBg/s1600-h/ring.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51); margin:0px 0px 0px 10px; padding: 3px; float:right; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SKfSWFYz2FI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sc-WOJAJKBg/s320/ring.gif" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235384368686684242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why do they always have to pop the question? Why can't they just wait a year or so? I told D about the others before, how they asked me and I wasn't interested in marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited a bit and hinted on it. "You don't want me to say it." I had told him a few things not to say; 'nothing' and 'never-mind'. I'm anal in that area. If you won't explain it, don't start. So he drove me up the wall and I made him say it. That's when he popped the question. Said he was commited since the day he saw me (he stalked me for almost a year). He wanted to get married ASAP. I on the other hand feel it a bit to soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think he's settling for me. I'm nowhere near good enough for him. I can not give him what he gives me. He's smarter than me. I know there's someone out there that would be much better for him. Unlike the other shits I've been with, I actually feel like I can do anything, as long as he is beside me...Thought about saying no and letting him go. But I cant bare to let him go. Makes me feel possessive...He's mine DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we talked about a non-marriage relationship. Everything except the ring. Kids and all. He was willing, however, marriage is a traditional thing to him and would make him feel better. Waited to see if his attitude would change toward me. It didn't. After a few debates, I decided on Oct. We told our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UG gave us his ring set, that he had bought a long time ago, from when he asked his special someone. He said, he would much rather me have it than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage will cause a few problems. It won't be easy. But I'm tired of holding out because: I'm not ready, I need to help my family, I'm not able to commit, I'll push them away, or someone else would be better suited. I'm sick of it and I am willing to go out on a limb and try now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Credit: Images from &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?as_q=Cubic+Zirconia+Wrap+Bridal+Set"&gt;Google search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-3755826585832295270?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/3755826585832295270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=3755826585832295270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/3755826585832295270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/3755826585832295270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/08/marry-me.html' title='Marry Me'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SKfSWFYz2FI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sc-WOJAJKBg/s72-c/ring.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-529624955772515890</id><published>2008-08-10T04:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T04:51:50.269-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Relocation: Mixed Feelings - Part 3</title><content type='html'>Obviously, UG moved back in and took the room instead (old room belongs to Mom and Pop). Pap didn't want him here for a few reasons. However, us women pay all the bills; so didn't have much of a say in the matter. The only question was UG PO, who didn't want UG in a Halfway house; home was his only option. So when he came over to check the place out - He gave us the OK. Now we just have to get used to the PO popping in at random times to check on UG. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opted for the Family Plan and bought him a phone. Since he doesn't have a car, he has to take the train to all his little meet/check points. Of-course that leaves one of us to pick him up and drop him off. He managed a job after a few months, which is min wage and random hours. First come first serve type. Not here? No job for you. So, we skip the train and take him straight over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put a lot of time and effort into taking care of us when he had the money. Which is why I am more than happy to help him. It's nice to be able to repay him (of-course I couldn't give him near as much as he gave us). Ever since he came back, I've been buying him stuff left and right:  food, clothes, and other necessities. It's not much of a big deal but it does hurt my bank. I don't make an 8th of what he used to. Hell he used to pay all the bills and still have a shit load left over. Mom, Gramz, and I split it and still dig in the couch for lint. But yah, things are stable for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-529624955772515890?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/529624955772515890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=529624955772515890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/529624955772515890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/529624955772515890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/08/relocation-mixed-feelings-part-3.html' title='Relocation: Mixed Feelings - Part 3'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-4967754960941803918</id><published>2008-07-09T01:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T03:44:06.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Freeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SKfVtNLPTRI/AAAAAAAAALA/OsJN8ySvSOs/s1600-h/gun.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235388064449121554" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SKfVtNLPTRI/AAAAAAAAALA/OsJN8ySvSOs/s200/gun.jpg" style="border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51); float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; padding: 3px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faz was working with the new guy* on 3rd shift. They were in the back room. Faz saw the guys for a second in the security cam and C, the new guy, had a direct shot through the door. "Oh SHIT!" was all he said before he bolted for the back door. Faz had a slight delay and was nabbed by them. They pulled a gun on him and instructed him to give them all the cash. They cleaned out the safe and registers.  C always has his cell phone on him. However, he called his GF instead of the cops...Once the robbers left, Faz got up and called the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got there 2 minutes after the call was placed. The cops pulled a gun on C, who was hiding in the bushes, then let him go once they found out he was an employee. Obviously, C had to endure a lot of picking afterward. Why? Because he's your average Joe? No, he blabbed a lot about being a fire fighter, some kind of professional fighter, and a cop in training. Not to forget his little crack a few weeks back about how he wished something exciting would happen...Like getting robbed. Yes, he literally said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He left shortly after. Not because we were picking on him. Because the cops came and took him away for a long time...Of-course, afterward that gave us even more reason to pick on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-4967754960941803918?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/4967754960941803918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=4967754960941803918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4967754960941803918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4967754960941803918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/08/freeze.html' title='Freeze'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SKfVtNLPTRI/AAAAAAAAALA/OsJN8ySvSOs/s72-c/gun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-6073415621184873327</id><published>2008-06-29T03:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T04:28:29.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>Quiz: LOTR/POTC</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="tblBorderAll" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/11535381261166737.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=64220N" target="_blank"&gt;LOTR/POTC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/" target="_blank"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;POTC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POTC LOVER&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table align="center" width="50%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;POTC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;LOTR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNDcyMzQ*NjE*MiZwdD*xMjE*NzIzNTA3MTk5JnA9NjkwODEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-6073415621184873327?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/6073415621184873327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=6073415621184873327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6073415621184873327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6073415621184873327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz-lotrpotc.html' title='Quiz: LOTR/POTC'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-441010530533150211</id><published>2008-06-29T03:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T03:12:47.605-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>Quiz: Driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div STYLE="border:thin solid; width:350px; height:250px; padding:5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial, ms sans serif,sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of a driver are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial, ms sans serif,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;I took this &lt;a target="new" href="http://www.funquizcards.com/quiz/fun/what-kind-of-a-driver-are-you.php"&gt;Quiz- What kind of a driver are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Result Was:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a safe driver. You obey the traffic rules and drive carefully. Hats off to you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="new" href="http://www.funquizcards.com/quiz/fun/what-kind-of-a-driver-are-you.php"&gt;Take this quiz- What kind of a driver are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;More &lt;a target="new" href="http://www.funquizcards.com/"&gt;Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; on lots of topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNDcyMjgwODY2NSZwdD*xMjE*NzIyODI4ODQ*JnA9MzYzNjEmZD1mdW5xdWl6Y2FyZHMmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-441010530533150211?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/441010530533150211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=441010530533150211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/441010530533150211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/441010530533150211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz-driver.html' title='Quiz: Driver'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-8751881630728073996</id><published>2008-06-29T02:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T03:12:47.606-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>Quiz: Tolerance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div STYLE="border:thin solid; width:350px; height:250px; padding:5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial, ms sans serif,sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Test your tolerance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial, ms sans serif,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;I took this &lt;a target="new" href="http://www.funquizcards.com/quiz/fun/test-your-tolerance.php"&gt;Quiz- Test your tolerance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Result Was:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tolerance level is quite high. There are situations which demand you to take action. If you tolerate things at those moments, it is not great. Fight it out sometimes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="new" href="http://www.funquizcards.com/quiz/fun/test-your-tolerance.php"&gt;Take this quiz- Test your tolerance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;More &lt;a target="new" href="http://www.funquizcards.com/"&gt;Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; on lots of topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNDcyMjY3MjYyMyZwdD*xMjE*NzIyNjk3NzU2JnA9MzYzNjEmZD1mdW5xdWl6Y2FyZHMmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-8751881630728073996?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/8751881630728073996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=8751881630728073996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8751881630728073996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8751881630728073996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz-tolerance.html' title='Quiz: Tolerance'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-6653076104994700941</id><published>2008-06-29T02:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T03:12:47.607-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>Quiz: Rock Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div STYLE="border:thin solid; width:350px; height:250px; padding:5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial, ms sans serif,sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you the ultimate rock music lover?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial, ms sans serif,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;I took this &lt;a target="new" href="http://www.funquizcards.com/quiz/music/are-you-the-ultimate-rock-music-lover.php"&gt;Quiz- Are you the ultimate rock music lover?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Result Was:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the ultimate rock music lover. You cannot live without rock music blaring in your ears. Keep Rocking!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="new" href="http://www.funquizcards.com/quiz/music/are-you-the-ultimate-rock-music-lover.php"&gt;Take this quiz- Are you the ultimate rock music lover?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;More &lt;a target="new" href="http://www.funquizcards.com/"&gt;Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; on lots of topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNDcyMjExNDMzMCZwdD*xMjE*NzIyMTQxNDgxJnA9MzYzNjEmZD1mdW5xdWl6Y2FyZHMmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-6653076104994700941?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/6653076104994700941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=6653076104994700941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6653076104994700941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6653076104994700941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz-rock-lover.html' title='Quiz: Rock Lover'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-7242898901814830808</id><published>2008-06-29T02:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T04:25:01.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>Quiz: Yin Or Yang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div STYLE="border:thin solid; width:350px; height:260px; padding:5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial, ms sans serif,sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Yin Or Yang Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial, ms sans serif,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;I took this &lt;a target="new" href="http://www.funquizcards.com/quiz/astrology/the-yin-or-yang-quiz.php"&gt;Quiz- The Yin Or Yang Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Result Was:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more Yin than Yang. Yin and Yang are two complementary qualities. They make up the whole. The qualities of Yin are characterized as negative, passive, dark, soft, and correspond to the nighttime.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="new" href="http://www.funquizcards.com/quiz/astrology/the-yin-or-yang-quiz.php"&gt;Take this quiz- The Yin Or Yang Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;More &lt;a target="new" href="http://www.funquizcards.com/"&gt;Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; on lots of topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNDcyMDk*MDUxMyZwdD*xMjE*NzIyMDUwNzAzJnA9MzYzNjEmZD1mdW5xdWl6Y2FyZHMmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-7242898901814830808?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/7242898901814830808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=7242898901814830808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7242898901814830808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7242898901814830808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz-yin-or-yang.html' title='Quiz: Yin Or Yang'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-6363805442873518319</id><published>2008-05-16T23:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T05:39:23.494-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Relocation: Mixed Feelings - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Just as I was about to go to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dogs go off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Heh, mom's home early, wonder who pissed her off...&lt;br /&gt;*wait a few minutes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; What the hell is she doing?&lt;br /&gt;*mans voice in backgound*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, it's Uncle J. Hell, now I really have to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SC_4lMOr5lI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/a0NP6fP2EzY/s1600-h/party_smily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SC_4lMOr5lI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/a0NP6fP2EzY/s320/party_smily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201649412457883218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Uncle G walks in*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; OMG! *smiles like an idiot* What you up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UG:&lt;/b&gt; *smiles* No good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D:&lt;/b&gt; This is Rocko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*growls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UG:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, come on, you don't remember me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; The one hiding on the stairs is Precious, and the tanker on the couch is Smiley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UG:&lt;/b&gt; Ok *walks into kitchen* Had pizza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Yah, bout 4 days ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UG:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, ok, I'll wait till later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Coffee's fresh though, just made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UG:&lt;/b&gt; Ok, let me go get my cup! *goes outside*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE IS HOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Image credit: &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?as_q=smiley+faces"&gt;Google Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-6363805442873518319?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/6363805442873518319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=6363805442873518319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6363805442873518319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6363805442873518319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/05/relocation-mixed-feelings-part-2.html' title='Relocation: Mixed Feelings - Part 2'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SC_4lMOr5lI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/a0NP6fP2EzY/s72-c/party_smily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-5768898187407290081</id><published>2008-05-13T04:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T05:12:04.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Doubles Galore</title><content type='html'>Two people were fired recently, which called for a bunch of 3-3's at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Fazz got sick and I wound up pulling doubles left and right. His blood pressure hit the roof and kept going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His doc sept-up an appointment the day before I had class, course had I been thinking I would have said no...So I wound up pulling a triple that day...Good thing D was driving me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-5768898187407290081?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/5768898187407290081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=5768898187407290081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5768898187407290081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5768898187407290081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/05/doubles-galore.html' title='Doubles Galore'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-4962906820248352197</id><published>2008-05-13T04:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T05:12:56.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Relocation: Mixed Feelings - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Yet again, I have been putting this off...&lt;br /&gt;We have been planning on having Uncle B move in for over a year now. However, there were mixed feelings and a long delay (obviously). Well, with the nice weather we have been having lately, it is now possible to rip the walls out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to do it during nice weather due to the fact that there is no installation in the house and the rotten walls have asbestus in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course with D living here there's been a slight change of plans. Instead of UB getting the room, it will be D and I. UB is single and therefor needs less room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-4962906820248352197?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/4962906820248352197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=4962906820248352197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4962906820248352197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4962906820248352197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/05/relocation-mixed-feelings-part-1.html' title='Relocation: Mixed Feelings - Part 1'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-8969652762315578262</id><published>2008-04-25T05:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T06:05:58.841-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Icons</title><content type='html'>Icons are back!! Stupid little code I omited killed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need my BackLinks to show o_O Gave up on the Menu and Archives for the time being. Did the Menu in such a way that it isn't needed...The Archive on the other hand is just irritating me right now ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-8969652762315578262?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/8969652762315578262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=8969652762315578262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8969652762315578262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8969652762315578262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/04/icons.html' title='Icons'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-6205503909760915991</id><published>2008-04-10T21:59:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T03:36:36.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>CarPod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/R_7I-8GrE6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/1c8_m9-RHQw/s1600-h/ipod3rd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51); margin:0 10px 0 0; padding: 3px; float:left; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand; height:120px; width:140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/R_7I-8GrE6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/1c8_m9-RHQw/s320/ipod3rd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187804804388950946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took me bout 4 months to decide on buying it then 2 months to actually get it. When I found out it was the iPod Nano 3rd Generation, the wait time was fine with me ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/R_7GRcGrE5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/kuKG-iEwd7Q/s1600-h/belkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0pt 0pt 0 10px; padding: 3px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/R_7GRcGrE5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/kuKG-iEwd7Q/s320/belkin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187801823681647506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only issue was the car...I actually use cassettes so thats not an option and there aren't any other means to hook it up - except the lighter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally set it up! Sweet little bugger holds, charges, and plays the damn thing. Just need to get better speakers for my car - shitty sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Credit: Images from &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?as_q=Tunebase+fm"&gt;Google search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-6205503909760915991?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/6205503909760915991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=6205503909760915991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6205503909760915991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6205503909760915991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/04/carpod.html' title='CarPod'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/R_7I-8GrE6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/1c8_m9-RHQw/s72-c/ipod3rd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-8755610926237891895</id><published>2008-04-03T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T03:35:33.932-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Appy Any</title><content type='html'>Mom and Paps' Anniversary was on the 31st. He really wanted to give Pap his fav knife. So, I suggested now would be a good time to try; as a present. Course he had a different idea. Apparently, he had a gun of his own that was more machine like and wanted him to have that instead. After a small debate he also insisted on metal blinds for mom to replace the ones that already had holes in them. I agreed on one condition. We also get mom a first aid kit. April 1st we were going to give them their presents. However, our work schedules said different. Mom's 1st, I'm 2nd, D's 3rd shift...So, on the 2nd they got them and Pap covered the house in blue balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-8755610926237891895?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/8755610926237891895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=8755610926237891895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8755610926237891895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/8755610926237891895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/04/appy-any.html' title='Appy Any'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-2971886135126285498</id><published>2008-03-23T23:49:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T02:43:47.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Settling In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SAg55B3hy1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/u5x9VUikePs/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51); padding:3px; margin:0 0 0 10px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SAg55B3hy1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/u5x9VUikePs/s200/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190462222461160274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spent some time going back and forth from house to house. Spend a couple days at his then mine. Eventually, we started to settle with my family. Kinda shocked me the way he took to Pap...Like a younger version of him in a way; like Bob is his older version HAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom over stepped, I think, when she wanted him to take me to get Smiley's Pills. He was all for it though. Even wanted to go shopping with us o_O He pushes carts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd we started the weekend party for Uncle B's B-Day. D got to try Pap's Ribs. Then the topics started on Knives and Guns. With Pap drunk that isn't to much of a good idea. He found the guns and his current fav knife. After he showed off his shit. D got trigger happy and shot a BB into the blinds...Round 20 more followed from Pap, who then shot the light bulb directly above his head...Then asked, "How many Pollocks does it take to change a light bulb?" To which I replied, "None. The Russian did it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SAg5qR3hy0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/PO0sRyZnHE0/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 3px; margin:0 10px 0 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SAg5qR3hy0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/PO0sRyZnHE0/s200/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190461969058089794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;23rd We did the Easter thing. D hasn't celebrated many of our holidays. So as soon as he mentions it the family jumps up...Like St.Patty's Day. Our Neighborhood is mostly Irish, so they pretty much looked at him like he had 3 eyes. Explained it. Then went about their merry drunken way ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-2971886135126285498?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/2971886135126285498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=2971886135126285498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2971886135126285498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2971886135126285498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/03/settling-in.html' title='Settling In'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SAg55B3hy1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/u5x9VUikePs/s72-c/IMG_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-5502216965835718446</id><published>2008-03-06T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:53:33.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Tammy's B-Day</title><content type='html'>His mother's B-Day. So I joined him in the celebration before work. He bought everything prior and wrote a note in the card whilst we were in the car ^_^ Almost shocked herself when she thought I had wrote it (Russian), then thanked us...Course I felt a little off. Don't know if it was the dogs or what but I didn't really feel comfortable there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-5502216965835718446?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/5502216965835718446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=5502216965835718446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5502216965835718446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5502216965835718446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/04/settling-in.html' title='Tammy&apos;s B-Day'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-5902915390428247766</id><published>2008-02-28T01:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T02:45:40.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Encounter of a 3rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SAgyZB3hyzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7SUtNsprRb4/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 3px; margin:0 0 0 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SAgyZB3hyzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7SUtNsprRb4/s200/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190453976123951922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to the park and walked around for a bit. He likes the same trails I do. Only few excetions. He golfed them, I bike them. Together? We have fun ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to his house and one thing lead to another...In walks his mom ^_^ Yah, prolly wasn't a good idea to start off in the living room anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to meet his mom again - this time a little more officially - I met and talked with her before I even met D. Then she told me about how they celebrate the death of loved ones and it was her brothers anniversary. So we had a toast and watched Mr&amp;Mrs Smith and POTC...Then we crashed on the couch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-5902915390428247766?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/5902915390428247766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=5902915390428247766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5902915390428247766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5902915390428247766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/02/encounter-of-3rd.html' title='Encounter of a 3rd'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SAgyZB3hyzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7SUtNsprRb4/s72-c/IMG_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-5226343213969703943</id><published>2008-02-21T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:29:27.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>More?</title><content type='html'>Second date was at Barns and Nobles. He picked me up (no sense in taking two cars) course we stayed in the car again with recent topics. Moved the car after a while to a more private spot and had a make-out session. Woke up to find it was snowing. Yah, hell of a date...We fell asleep. LMFAO work together puttin in 50-60 a week - each - so when it comes time to have fun we tucker out x_x Was still good all in all. Went back to my house and fell asleep again; in his car. Woke up to my cell ringing with a "Tell him to drive home safe." message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-5226343213969703943?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/5226343213969703943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=5226343213969703943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5226343213969703943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5226343213969703943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/02/more.html' title='More?'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-4953349133771946601</id><published>2008-02-16T01:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:25:41.108-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>An Outing</title><content type='html'>First date was at Borders. Yes, I chose a book store; want to fight about it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went fairly well. Got to talk more on the subjects we had been...Most of them psych related. Absolutely amazed me when he got down on the floor to read the books with me. Course then I drug him over to check out the PostSecret books ^_^ (I read the blog every week) Then wound up spending the rest of the date in the car (mine was cleaner XD) cause we didn't want to walk anymore and it was easier to talk more openly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-4953349133771946601?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/4953349133771946601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=4953349133771946601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4953349133771946601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4953349133771946601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/02/outing.html' title='An Outing'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-7602248572244176790</id><published>2008-02-15T08:24:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T02:46:29.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>A New Begining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SAbh4B3hywI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rDIkLZf18kg/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0pt 0pt 0px 10px; padding: 3px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SAbh4B3hywI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rDIkLZf18kg/s200/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190083973281336066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Told him yes on the 10th, after almost a three week wait. Yah, the flower died by that point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For V-Day he brought me a cute little stuffed lion and Spongebob candy...Which made it official cause all the guys watching had to bust balls when I gave him a hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SAbiKx3hyxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6qj103leXmo/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 3px;margin:0 10px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SAbiKx3hyxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6qj103leXmo/s200/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190084295403883282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For my B-Day he brought a card and flowers with a little dude on them (which will be on my dash shortly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course Fazz had to say something not only related to my B-Day, but our recent hook-up. So, he made it into more of a celebration for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SAbiTB3hyyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0Pw1Gge-x5c/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51);padding: 3px;margin:0px 10px 10px 0; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SAbiTB3hyyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0Pw1Gge-x5c/s200/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190084437137804066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-7602248572244176790?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/7602248572244176790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=7602248572244176790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7602248572244176790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7602248572244176790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-begining.html' title='A New Begining'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SAbh4B3hywI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rDIkLZf18kg/s72-c/IMG_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-3238093798990380903</id><published>2008-01-30T14:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T02:47:33.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Relationship: D</title><content type='html'>D, new guy at work round Dec, for third shift, was a regular before he started. He's a night-owl, so he popped in after work to take notes and get a better feel for the job. Little extra training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sooo sweet (OMG is he sweet) the whole time and I enjoyed the conversations we had (He's into the same shit I am). Didn't have the heart to kick him out, but also didn't want him to be working at the same time. Except when he got sick. Faz told him he should go home and get some rest. Didn't listen, so Faz told me. After I convinced him he should go (small intellectual battle), he agreed and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one night, Faz told him I wasn't feeling well - got me a nasty ass cold - so he bumped me over and started to help O_o Didn't want me in the freezer by myself, so he came along to make the job quicker (I refused to have him do it for me, even if I might get sicker). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/R_7O6MGrE7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/qW9H7p3Xn_Y/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0pt 0pt 0px 10px; padding: 3px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/R_7O6MGrE7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/qW9H7p3Xn_Y/s200/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187811319854338994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I noticed his eyes...There was a glaze about them...Only seen it once before - on me...a long time ago...Bah, couldn't be...So, I ignored it; thinking he was tired. Saw the glaze again and told him he should get some sleep. Said he wasn't tired...Then when Faz went on break...He came back and asked me out. After an awkward giggle, he left and came back with a rose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK ME...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-3238093798990380903?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/3238093798990380903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=3238093798990380903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/3238093798990380903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/3238093798990380903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/01/relationship-d.html' title='Relationship: D'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/R_7O6MGrE7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/qW9H7p3Xn_Y/s72-c/IMG_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-6212695630819397265</id><published>2008-01-30T14:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T14:20:31.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Relationship: Matt</title><content type='html'>Matt, an ex of mine, popped up outta nowhere round Nov. Apparently, his happily ever after didn't go so well...Irks me so... Cause it hurt so much...But his happiness was more important to me than my own. I made a point to make sure he was happy, before I removed myself from his life...With him off an married, I could move on and work on my happiness :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's talking to me like he used to (relationship wise), except now apologizing for being an asshole back then...Saying how he didn't realize what he had...One part of me wants to run back and the other is sayin, "wait and see how he 'changed'...he will walk away again, you'll see..." Course at the same time (god he knows me so well) he's sayin, "what you fear, you make happen." Then he tagged me on not sharing my feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I admit I tend to block people. I want to share more, but I just don't feel right letting someone know I can be vulnerable. I am EXTREMELY unstable emotionally.  Don't believe me? Ask my psychs...Over the years I worked on hiding and controlling my emotions, because of what all the shrinks said. Only thing it did was make me distant. Now though, I don't know any other way. It just depresses me. Feel like a part of me died inside and I can't ever bring it back. In a way I like it but yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I'm really looking for is someone that can put up with me emotionally (no matter how fucked up things get) and keep me awake intellectually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He managed well - on part of it - for a long time. But he's constantly testing me. Like I have to fight to be by his side. The way I see it is, if I have to fight - means he don't want or really care if I am a part of his life. Even-though he's always trying to persuade me to stay by his side...Says he knows what he wants...I think mayhaps only for the time being...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-6212695630819397265?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/6212695630819397265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=6212695630819397265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6212695630819397265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6212695630819397265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/01/relationship-matt.html' title='Relationship: Matt'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-665971373601022040</id><published>2008-01-30T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T14:19:53.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Relationship: Jim</title><content type='html'>Jim, the guy I have been on and off with, got old real quick (asshole). Yah I know all guys are assholes, but there is a type of asshole that I actually like - boy was he far from it...Last time I date a guy on looks only (yah right). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried the benefit of the doubt bit numerous times. He still missed calls and things we planned - yah our plans actually fit our schdule last few times - He wanted me to pick and choose but never came through on his end. That is unless it got changed to something he chose. Then he called after our set time (by a couple days) and wanted to talk. Course I didn't answer (didn't stop him from calling). I have told him many times what my schedule is and what time I have to be where, yet he still insisted on calling me when I couldn't talk. If it was once every-now-and-then it would have been fine...3 times while I'm at work? Come on...Just won't get the hint that I've had his bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of him he's just pissin me off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-665971373601022040?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/665971373601022040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=665971373601022040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/665971373601022040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/665971373601022040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/01/relationship-jim.html' title='Relationship: Jim'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-5470082388405380945</id><published>2008-01-02T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:32:22.579-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>XMAZ 2k7</title><content type='html'>X-Mas was interesting. Spent over 2g on my little sister. Yep, 2g you didn't read that wrong. Her own bike, PSP, Guitar Hero III, and Laptop (with help) was bought for her this year; that's all she got. Was all she asked for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she opened the prezzies she didn't look happy. Boy did that shit on my day. After spending all that money the only thing she had to say was, "This is a lot of tape." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Gramz went upstairs her whole attitude changed. It was great! She wipped out the PSP had her game loaded, set up the laptop and had it going...Didn't even touch GH3 though...Kinda irked me. With the way everyone had been talking about the game, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. So, I hooked the damn thing up! OMFG...After bout two hours, she started wining for a turn XD So, yah...That's our current fav game ^_^ Don't think she's touched the PSP much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-5470082388405380945?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/5470082388405380945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=5470082388405380945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5470082388405380945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/5470082388405380945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2008/01/xmaz-2k7.html' title='XMAZ 2k7'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-2998191092444989995</id><published>2007-10-26T23:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:35:41.017-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Fright Fest</title><content type='html'>Deb wanted to go to Six Flags. We weren't sure of the price, so we looked it up. That's when we spotted Fright Fest. All the other times we went, we noticed the displays and costumes...but never gave it a thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went early as hell. Too early for Fright Fest that is. But every damn ride was open and there were almost no lines. Deb was psyched and rearing to go. Until we actually got to the ride...She looked up and shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after the 8th lap around the main rides that I realized...I'm the only one who not only isn't afraid of heights, but was willing to go on them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two good parts out of the 10 hours we spent walking around. The arcade, which was killer, even pap had fun ^_^ and the graveyard set up. Got a lot of pics...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-2998191092444989995?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/2998191092444989995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=2998191092444989995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2998191092444989995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2998191092444989995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2007/10/fright-fest.html' title='Fright Fest'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-6031518064484526434</id><published>2007-10-26T21:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:18:20.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Cell</title><content type='html'>I wasn't sure if I really wanted one. I barley use the house phone as it is. However, when I go out - or do something - I always take someone else's with me, just incase. Kinda like how I didn't want a credit card, but just incase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;With all the shit I acquired in preparation of 'big kid life', my accident prone ass getting a car, I figure I should get a cell. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Found a lot of cheap-O's. SO many damn buttons. It takes me 5 minutes to find the games on my mothers cell. OMG what a headache. Which is why I wanted the iPhone. It's simple. Almost any idiot can figure it out. Like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The last cell I had was forced on me. Once I set it up and got the number, I didn't use it. When I needed to use it, I got stuck. Forgot how to use it...Stupid area codes...The reception sux anyways. How useful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/RyKvZv7MvQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xAybE2aRiyQ/s1600-h/paper_iphone.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; border: 1px dashed rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; padding: 3px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/RyKvZv7MvQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xAybE2aRiyQ/s200/paper_iphone.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125852182797401346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, I probably won't use all the handy features it has. Seams like a waste...Especially, with the price tag on it. Yeah, I know hey dropped the price a little while back. But it's still expensive as hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Course, it will sync with my mac. Since one of my goals was to simplify everything. I put everything on my mac: numbers, emails, addys, b-days, to-do lists...You name it. It's all set up so I don't have to do anything. I procrastinate a lot, and I'm lazy, so while updating and fixing shit is on my list - I never get around to it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, I'm going to buy one :p If it don't work out...I'll have a nice paperweight and a legit answer as to why I don't have one :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Credit: Image from &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?as_q=iPhone"&gt;Google search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-6031518064484526434?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/6031518064484526434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=6031518064484526434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6031518064484526434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6031518064484526434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2007/10/cell.html' title='Cell'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/RyKvZv7MvQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xAybE2aRiyQ/s72-c/paper_iphone.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-1616947959081318712</id><published>2007-10-26T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T21:13:06.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Who got the keys to the...</title><content type='html'>I'm finally getting a car! My Uncle B never came through like he was supposed to. No surprise to me really, he said it over 4 years ago...So, I was saving up to buy my own. Something I like and probably brand new. Nosey people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirl was going to get a car for her son. However, with her current situation she cannot afford it. So, mom pushed it and asked if it would be alright if I bought it instead. Once it was finalized, she told me...I will be buying (Yes I said it) the car. Just need a battery and tires ^_^ my poor wallet...If it wasn't for the fact that I desperately need one, I would have told them to shove it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-1616947959081318712?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/1616947959081318712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=1616947959081318712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/1616947959081318712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/1616947959081318712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-got-keys-to.html' title='Who got the keys to the...'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-818100015162160953</id><published>2007-10-11T16:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:04:17.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Power of the Dark Crystal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rxl9pq8TTPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1h6sBx37naE/s1600-h/DarkCrystal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rxl9pq8TTPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1h6sBx37naE/s320/DarkCrystal.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123264205965970674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was searching the net randomly...Forget what it was for really. Then I happened upon something. The Dark Crystal 2 ^_^ So, I hit ol' reliable IMDB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0460907/"&gt;The Power of the Dark Crystal (2009)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rw6MiK8TTNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FLvTAwuwm08/s1600-h/Flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rw6MiK8TTNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FLvTAwuwm08/s320/Flyer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120184345047551186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Status:&lt;/span&gt; Pre-production&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Release Date:&lt;/span&gt; 2009 (USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Plot Outline:&lt;/span&gt; Set hundreds of years after the first movie, the sequel follows a mysterious girl made of fire who steals a shard of the crystal in hopes of reigniting the dying sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Note: &lt;/span&gt;Because this project is categorized as being in production, the data is subject to change; some data could be removed completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Isn't that obvious?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I found the Flyer and a few more images (&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?as_q=Power+of+the+Dark+Crystal"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;) along with some sketches...First time I actually seen any sketches before a movie was set and out. Usually I see all that crap in the bonus feature sections. But yah, in most of them you can see they aged...O_o However, I found one pic that I really like of Kira as Queen ^_^&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rw6OZq8TTOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IHLvQ3QM6f0/s1600-h/Queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rw6OZq8TTOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IHLvQ3QM6f0/s320/Queen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120186398041918690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-818100015162160953?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/818100015162160953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=818100015162160953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/818100015162160953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/818100015162160953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2007/10/power-of-dark-crystal.html' title='Power of the Dark Crystal'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rxl9pq8TTPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1h6sBx37naE/s72-c/DarkCrystal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-6734524418046388479</id><published>2007-10-11T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:51:11.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>AHB Clydesdales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rw5bNK8TTJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CQQ_kqUIHB0/s1600-h/AHBClydesdales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rw5bNK8TTJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CQQ_kqUIHB0/s320/AHBClydesdales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120130108200537234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to the Italian-American Festival for the first time in over 8 years! Went earlier then planned to see the Clydesdales! Took the camera had a shit load of pics then went on some rides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to those beautiful creatures and took some more as they were unhitching them into the trucks. Got some snap shots of everything, including the Budweiser trash-can in the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, went to move the pics to the system...Where are the horses?! OMG...Apparently, after the break since there wasn't another folder to save the pics in, it just overwrote the last numbers. What were we left with? Trucks, Trailers, and a shit load of asses. So, we finally got a new cam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rw5bba8TTKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-JMWUYWsk9E/s1600-h/ClydesdalesLove.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rw5bba8TTKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-JMWUYWsk9E/s320/ClydesdalesLove.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120130353013673122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Course that don't help Pap none. Yah, he got to see his favorite animal up close. I mean, we were only bout 4 feet away from them ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Course that's due to personal space...Not only for them, but us...I mean, can you imagine pissing something off that weighs over 2k? I'll pass, thanx :P&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that looked like his one and only shot &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; to get &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;his own&lt;/span&gt; pics of them. This was the only year anybody said they were going to be at the Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rw5bs68TTLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mAgDwXSnyMY/s1600-h/ClydesdalesFull.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rw5bs68TTLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mAgDwXSnyMY/s400/ClydesdalesFull.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120130653661383858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Credit: Pics are from &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?as_q=Budweiser+Clydesdales"&gt;Google search&lt;/a&gt; ^_^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-6734524418046388479?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/6734524418046388479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=6734524418046388479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6734524418046388479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/6734524418046388479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahb-clydesdales.html' title='AHB Clydesdales'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rw5bNK8TTJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CQQ_kqUIHB0/s72-c/AHBClydesdales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-2325008504274907341</id><published>2007-08-31T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T16:38:24.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Bad Eggs</title><content type='html'>The shift runner from hell, A died a few weeks back. She was killed in a car accident. Her family came in to get her check and give us the details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o I'm sorry...Did I miss something? I mean it's not like they couldn't call or anything. They had almost a week to say she was in the hospital. Not walk in on payday and collect then tell us the story...It wasn't because they were making arrangements. Her funeral isn't until next month...A month after her death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, as much as she irritated me...I will miss her loud ass. I didn't like the way she worked, but she was ok as a person. Even better as a friend if you needed one...Long as you didn't cross her LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitty she never fully fucked up her ex though. I know I would have, he had it coming ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-2325008504274907341?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/2325008504274907341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=2325008504274907341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2325008504274907341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/2325008504274907341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2007/08/bad-eggs.html' title='Bad Eggs'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-736865170439513344</id><published>2007-08-31T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T16:00:47.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>My Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center style="color: #000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #0066B3; color: white; font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000;"&gt;There are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;79&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; people with my name&lt;br /&gt; in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: #0066B3; text-decoration: underline; font: bold 16px/1.8 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-736865170439513344?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/736865170439513344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=736865170439513344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/736865170439513344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/736865170439513344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-name.html' title='My Name'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-9213044480553195279</id><published>2007-08-28T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:59:26.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Convinced</title><content type='html'>After Kenny screwed up Gramz Van one last time (almost killing her in the process) Uncle J took it to his garage. Course, she pissed him off and he never got around to fixing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and me finally convinced her to "99$ and a Job" She traded in the piece of shit and got a brand new trailblazer. Soooo pretty. BLUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she can drive herself where ever she wants to go...Only took her a little over a year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-9213044480553195279?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/9213044480553195279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=9213044480553195279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/9213044480553195279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/9213044480553195279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2007/08/convinced.html' title='Convinced'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-448483308142962455</id><published>2007-08-28T09:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:02:33.681-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Hunter = SBD</title><content type='html'>Hunter's worms went away...Finally! Second dose (as directed on the bottle) worked like a charm! ^_^ However, during that time his shit started to smell REALLY bad (the color wasn't all to nice either). I thought it was because of the med's till I realized it was his food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls refused to eat their own food, once they smelled his. So I bought a, highly praised, cat/kitten mix. Once I switched him back over (the stuff they gave him at the shelter) his poo was okey dokey. However, now he has the most nauseating gas I have ever smelled in my life. He clears entire rooms for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has also developed a tail suckling habit. Not to much of a bother, except for the fact that he kneads you during it. OUCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-448483308142962455?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/448483308142962455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=448483308142962455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/448483308142962455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/448483308142962455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2007/08/hunter-sbd.html' title='Hunter = SBD'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-7640708339544590414</id><published>2007-07-26T03:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T03:32:58.370-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>New Priest</title><content type='html'>A new priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mass he asked the monsignor how he had done. The monsignor replied, " When I am worried about getting nervous on the pulpit, I put a glass of vodka next to the water glass. If I start to get nervous, I take a sip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next Sunday he took the monsignor's advice. At the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and took a drink. He proceeded to talk up a storm. Upon his return to his office after the mass, he found the following note on the door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Sip the vodka, don't gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; There are 10 commandments, not 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; There are 12 disciples, not 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Jesus was consecrated, not constipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Jacob wagered his donkey, he did not bet his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late J.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt; The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are not referred to as Daddy, Junior and the spook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt; David slew Goliath, he did not kick the sh*t out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt; When David was hit by a rock and was knocked off his donkey, don't say he was stoned off his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt; We do not refer to the cross as the "Big T."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.&lt;/b&gt; When Jesus broke the bread at the last supper he said, "take this and eat it for it is my body." He did not say " Eat me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.&lt;/b&gt; The Virgin Mary is not called " Mary with the Cherry,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13.&lt;/b&gt; The recommended grace before a meal is not: Rub-A-Dub-Dub thanks for the grub, Yeah God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.&lt;/b&gt; Next Sunday there will be a taffy pulling contest at ST.Peter's not a peter pulling contest at St. Taffy's.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-7640708339544590414?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/7640708339544590414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=7640708339544590414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7640708339544590414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/7640708339544590414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-priest.html' title='New Priest'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10719654.post-4530287931949738519</id><published>2007-07-19T16:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T16:52:25.688-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Kitten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rp_Mbokj5AI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YKTwmzgvle8/s1600-h/Kitten2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rp_Mbokj5AI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YKTwmzgvle8/s320/Kitten2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089010879071249410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first got him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rp_MXYkj4_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/p4oH8N-KRH0/s1600-h/Kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rp_MXYkj4_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/p4oH8N-KRH0/s320/Kitten.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089010806056805362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rp_Mwokj5CI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iphJ_27_QNc/s1600-h/Kitten4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rp_Mwokj5CI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iphJ_27_QNc/s320/Kitten4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089011239848502306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rp_MmIkj5BI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ECY7MgdmMm0/s1600-h/Kitten3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rp_MmIkj5BI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ECY7MgdmMm0/s320/Kitten3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089011059459875858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, he got bigger! &lt;br /&gt;He looks sooo much like Sha at this age ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10719654-4530287931949738519?l=hidingin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/feeds/4530287931949738519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10719654&amp;postID=4530287931949738519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4530287931949738519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10719654/posts/default/4530287931949738519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hidingin.blogspot.com/2007/07/kitten.html' title='Kitten!'/><author><name>manz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/SLPFb5TWYTI/AAAAAAAAALc/D_djPhNRIQ8/S220/Photo+30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhD8SM1adOc/Rp_Mbokj5AI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YKTwmzgvle8/s72-c/Kitten2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
