<?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-3614499731935404076</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:43:09.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm An East Coast Kid</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614499731935404076.post-7521005181536866028</id><published>2009-03-30T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:08:40.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Lasagna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm making my first lasagna tonight and it's pretty exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it funny how when someone finds out that you're cooking something for the first time, they ask you a series of questions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, you're making lasagna!? You make your own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sauce&lt;/span&gt; right? It's &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much better when you make it your self."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sauce&lt;/span&gt; from a jar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But you make your own meatballs, right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, the more frozen the better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this got me to thinking, 'Maybe I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; make my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sauce&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's going to turn into, "Oh you make your own sauce? You grow all your own tomatoes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vegetables&lt;/span&gt;, herbs and spices right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And once I start making my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sauce&lt;/span&gt; for my lasagna, it's going to turn into, "Well, you &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; make all you own fresh pasta right? It's so much better when you make your own pasta."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But once I start making my own pasta people will start asking, "You grow your own wheat and grains right? It's more organic and healthy and it tastes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much better!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm growing my own tomatoes, vegetables, herbs, spices, wheat and grain. Soon I'll need to raise my own pigs and cows so that I have fresh sausage and hamburger to add.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this means I'm moving to Italy to start my own farm and grow my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt;. It was nice knowing you all! I'll send a postcard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all because I tried to make my first lasagna...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319151107594387714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SdFrwBLKAQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5dWzshR-GVo/s320/DSC02586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614499731935404076-7521005181536866028?l=imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7521005181536866028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614499731935404076&amp;postID=7521005181536866028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/7521005181536866028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/7521005181536866028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-lasagna.html' title='My First Lasagna'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SdFrwBLKAQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5dWzshR-GVo/s72-c/DSC02586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614499731935404076.post-3488973471834553279</id><published>2009-03-01T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:19:57.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things About Me</title><content type='html'>I posted this on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;, but not everyone reads that, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; a little info &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; never had a surprise party, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; thrown 2 sucsessful ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; always wanted someone to sing "brown eyed girl" to me at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; but now by eyes are dark green so it would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;irrelevant&lt;/span&gt; now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;seth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rogan&lt;/span&gt; movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i always wanted red hair when I was growing up but i cant be anything but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i like it when it rains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. my bed is my favorite place on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; certified in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;reiki&lt;/span&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;looove&lt;/span&gt; breakfast sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. babies scare me a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i actually like working out now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been at my job for 5 years now and i still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know if this is what i want to do with the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. i love taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. i hate reading a book and then seeing the movie because the movies never stack up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;transylvania&lt;/span&gt; and been in Dracula's castle. pretty effing awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. i love being near the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. i hate video games, but i love guitar hero. its a love hate relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. i love having my birthday in the summer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; for beer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bbq's&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. i really like getting mail...in the mail. not email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. i have an aunt who looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sandra&lt;/span&gt; bullock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sarcastic&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not as mean i come off some times. but i am very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;opinionated&lt;/span&gt; and sometimes it just comes out. sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. i miss being a little kid some times, and i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why i want to be back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;pennsylvania&lt;/span&gt; so badly. i need a little part of that back in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. i go through all my jackets, clothes, shoes and bags every year and donate them to the mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. i tell people that my favorite color is pink but deep down i really think its blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; learning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;romanian&lt;/span&gt;, but i need to learn faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; is my favorite holiday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614499731935404076-3488973471834553279?l=imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3488973471834553279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614499731935404076&amp;postID=3488973471834553279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/3488973471834553279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/3488973471834553279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-things-about-me.html' title='25 Things About Me'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614499731935404076.post-14346774137559400</id><published>2009-01-25T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:46:31.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Argue With A Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, 'Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Reading a book,' she replies, (thinking, 'Isn't that obvious?')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'You're in a Restricted Fishing Area,' he informs her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'I'm sorry, offic er, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'For reading a book,' she replies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'You're in a Restricted Fishing Area,' he informs her again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'If you do that, I'll have to charge you with Sexual assault,' says the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'But I haven't even touched you,' says the game warden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Have a nice day ma'am,' and he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295366306394221298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SXzrmYAzKvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5H2g--LvhVk/s320/smart+women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614499731935404076-14346774137559400?l=imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/14346774137559400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614499731935404076&amp;postID=14346774137559400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/14346774137559400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/14346774137559400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-argue-with-woman.html' title='Never Argue With A Woman'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SXzrmYAzKvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5H2g--LvhVk/s72-c/smart+women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614499731935404076.post-2668838277641868695</id><published>2008-12-26T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:00:52.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Holiday Photos</title><content type='html'>OK, well this has been a fun Christmas indeed. Mike's birthday was Christmas Eve, but we celebrated on the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; with tons and tons of snow. Thank you all who ventured out in the horrible weather to celebrate with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284303342170976802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVWd5GuCsiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HQNZjxOuFRA/s320/DSC02122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Peter and Catherine. I have my little brother and my best friend. What more could a girl ask for? Catherine joins the Peace Corps. in a few months and Peter soon goes back to school :( I'll have to enjoy them while they are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284303351606384658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVWd5p3nmBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/G2DO6ZJJ6f0/s320/DSC02135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Peter and Dizel on Christmas Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVWg9G0GAJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eDniRNzzNOE/s1600-h/DSC02196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284306709450719378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVWg9G0GAJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eDniRNzzNOE/s320/DSC02196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   Nick and baby Ella. She is just loving that Christmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVWg9LGnzpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I7K56w88Jo8/s1600-h/DSC02186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284306710602174098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVWg9LGnzpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I7K56w88Jo8/s320/DSC02186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         Victoria, Aunt Deb, Grandmom, Mom and Denise. It's so nice to have everyone together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVWg8dgdS6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/KbAB7VfR6jM/s1600-h/DSC02181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284306698362506146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVWg8dgdS6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/KbAB7VfR6jM/s320/DSC02181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Melissa and Charlie on Thanksgiving. SOOO cute. I still can't believe how big he's getting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284306678954247362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVWg7VNKxMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/90hfjj6ZkDs/s320/DSC02111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                   Victoria and Dizel hanging out. They are like BFF now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVWg71IqJjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/O1UyMd79cps/s1600-h/DSC02179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284306687525266994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVWg71IqJjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/O1UyMd79cps/s320/DSC02179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They holidays have been great, but I'm a little relieved that all that madness is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; to an end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can all finally just relax a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that's left is New Year's, so we'll have to wait and see what exciting adventures are awaiting us next! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614499731935404076-2668838277641868695?l=imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2668838277641868695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614499731935404076&amp;postID=2668838277641868695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/2668838277641868695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/2668838277641868695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Some Holiday Photos'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVWd5GuCsiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HQNZjxOuFRA/s72-c/DSC02122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614499731935404076.post-5949839423821344764</id><published>2008-12-23T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:27:28.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Made Christmas Presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am happy to announce that I have started knitting and &lt;em&gt;actually finished&lt;/em&gt; my first baby blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think that I'm going to do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas baby Ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVFKnqmqBNI/AAAAAAAAADo/A_4-1S5BJGU/s1600-h/DSC02177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283085883194082514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVFKnqmqBNI/AAAAAAAAADo/A_4-1S5BJGU/s320/DSC02177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVFJc0DgMjI/AAAAAAAAADY/IY0pz-yLA7Y/s1600-h/DSC02177.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVFKn67mJVI/AAAAAAAAADw/0sCAJcVkz6E/s1600-h/DSC02178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283085887576876370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVFKn67mJVI/AAAAAAAAADw/0sCAJcVkz6E/s320/DSC02178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614499731935404076-5949839423821344764?l=imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5949839423821344764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614499731935404076&amp;postID=5949839423821344764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/5949839423821344764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/5949839423821344764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-made-christmas-presents.html' title='Home Made Christmas Presents'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SVFKnqmqBNI/AAAAAAAAADo/A_4-1S5BJGU/s72-c/DSC02177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614499731935404076.post-5865236521809248298</id><published>2008-12-15T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:45:00.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let There Be Light!</title><content type='html'>I am happy to announce that we now have power back. That crazy ice storm last Thursday was &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; crazy enough to cause some major damage. We got our power back today (Monday) a few hours ago and I couldn't be happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;candle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; or we would have been screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how people did it back in the day, but this whole "No Power" thing is not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ventured out on Friday to buy some food that wouldn't go bad right away, (ex. fruit) and found myself at Stop and Shop where it looked like the whole store was having a &lt;em&gt;Going Out Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Business&lt;/span&gt; Sale. &lt;/em&gt;There were whole shelves just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; cleared off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to go look for a few gallons of water (like every one else apparently) and found  a frenzy in the isle. It was like a bunch of sharks fighting over a big dead seal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started filling my cart and had maybe 4 gallons before a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; FAT&lt;/strong&gt; man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; pushed me out of his way and blocked the rest of the isle with his shopping cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me again and you're being reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the water glutton decided he was finished he uncorked himself from my path I was able to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;proceed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to just hurry up and get what I needed so I could blow this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt; stand, the power in the store goes out and one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;employees&lt;/span&gt; stocking selves starts throwing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hissy&lt;/span&gt; fit and yelling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"OH MY GOD! I CAN NOT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He dude! Shut up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"This is just crazy!! I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;handle&lt;/span&gt; this anymore! I need a break! I can't believe this is happening to ME!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, well please take one because clearly you're "that guy" who over reacts to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;situations&lt;/span&gt; that no one else can stand to work with. (We all have one of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; guys...or girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he throws an empty box and has another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;irritating&lt;/span&gt; tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Blaaaahhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to leaving the store was just as much fun too. Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!, the traffic lights are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Milford Gridlock of Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; if you dare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I dared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank heaven I made it. Some people are just a$$ holes behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the old, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;deaf&lt;/span&gt; and apparently blind man who tried to drive into the side of my car today and didn't even flinch or turn his head when I held my horn down for a good 20 to 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta hate- I mean, LOVE the mall this time of year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614499731935404076-5865236521809248298?l=imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5865236521809248298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614499731935404076&amp;postID=5865236521809248298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/5865236521809248298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/5865236521809248298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-there-be-light.html' title='Let There Be Light!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614499731935404076.post-8338756433870920367</id><published>2008-12-15T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:02:47.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>I would just like to thank the special people who helped me with jackets for the Coat Drive. You all know who you are and it is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appreciated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the deadline and I dropped everything off at Jordan's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Furniture&lt;/span&gt; and the lady was so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We collected 10 jackets, 4 hats, 4 pairs of gloves and bunch of sweaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again. People out there will be warm now  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614499731935404076-8338756433870920367?l=imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8338756433870920367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614499731935404076&amp;postID=8338756433870920367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/8338756433870920367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/8338756433870920367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614499731935404076.post-4721328714738319278</id><published>2008-12-08T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:23:02.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Christmas Puzzel. Try it. Tougher than you think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jigzone.com/puzzles/4D055D4EAFCE"&gt;http://www.jigzone.com/puzzles/4D055D4EAFCE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614499731935404076-4721328714738319278?l=imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4721328714738319278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614499731935404076&amp;postID=4721328714738319278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/4721328714738319278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/4721328714738319278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh, Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614499731935404076.post-4856203331893649996</id><published>2008-12-07T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:46:46.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're going to be that friend that makes me go to the gym on Sundays, aren't you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, well I feel like not a lot has been happening lately but in reality...it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arrived&lt;/span&gt; for her visit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; means Mike is now well fed for the next 3 months and we don't have to worry about him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; malnourished due to my lack of culinary skills (but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; knows that I try)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Catherine have officially started Boot Camp at the gym along with a few other friends and I'm proud to say that we haven't died yet. Six weeks of personal training plus the extra trips I'm dragged there for? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pfffft&lt;/span&gt;! We got this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town did it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;annual&lt;/span&gt; tree lighting today at 4:30 in the afternoon....when it got dark out. Blah. But it was nice to sing Christmas songs with whole town while we all froze our butts off together. Because that's what this time of year is all about. Togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to announce that there have not been any other crazy people stories to tell since my last tragic visit to Walmart, but there's still pleanty of days left this month for that to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree is up and decorated, the lights are on the house, presents are wrapped and under the tree. (most of them anyways). We had our first little snow storm today and Santa is now a permanent fixture at the mall for the rest of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is still doesn't feel like Christmas for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Mike is right and I'm now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; a grown up. We'll see how long that lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to do a coat drive so if anyone has an old jacket that they don't need anymore, please let me know! I have to make the drop off by the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614499731935404076-4856203331893649996?l=imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4856203331893649996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614499731935404076&amp;postID=4856203331893649996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/4856203331893649996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/4856203331893649996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/2008/12/youre-going-to-be-that-friend-that.html' title='You&apos;re going to be that friend that makes me go to the gym on Sundays, aren&apos;t you?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614499731935404076.post-2207944027530811645</id><published>2008-11-25T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:07:01.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Elf Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSy9PDp71TI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wr1O2_Dx_rA/s1600-h/elf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272797330120889650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSy9PDp71TI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wr1O2_Dx_rA/s320/elf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since "Elf" came out, I have made it my own little tradition that on the day after Thanksgiving, I will sit and watch said movie while wrapping Christmas presents. It's pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614499731935404076-2207944027530811645?l=imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2207944027530811645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614499731935404076&amp;postID=2207944027530811645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/2207944027530811645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/2207944027530811645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-almost-elf-time.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Elf Time!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSy9PDp71TI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wr1O2_Dx_rA/s72-c/elf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614499731935404076.post-7000740750950705112</id><published>2008-11-23T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:05:40.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Up Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSoL13Eh7kI/AAAAAAAAABo/ULmi9T25gU4/s1600-h/DSC02106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272039333734510146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSoL13Eh7kI/AAAAAAAAABo/ULmi9T25gU4/s320/DSC02106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a little Hair Up Date for everyone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now have bangs :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614499731935404076-7000740750950705112?l=imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7000740750950705112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614499731935404076&amp;postID=7000740750950705112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/7000740750950705112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/7000740750950705112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/2008/11/hair-up-date.html' title='Hair Up Date'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSoL13Eh7kI/AAAAAAAAABo/ULmi9T25gU4/s72-c/DSC02106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614499731935404076.post-7053127438040212080</id><published>2008-11-23T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:03:56.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Out Side is Frightful</title><content type='html'>The other morning when the dog woke me up at 6:30 a.m. to go out side, I happened to glance at the thermostat on the window before going out onto the porch in my pajamas. 22 degrees. I turned into an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;instant&lt;/span&gt; pop-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sickle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;swan dive&lt;/span&gt; back into bed it made me think about all the people who have lost their homes or who can't afford to heat the ones they have. I couldn't even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;handle&lt;/span&gt; being outside in the cold for 2 minutes while the dog peed, I can't imagine living every day with out warm clothes or heat in my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a list of all the place in our area that are accepting winter coat donations. Please dig through your closets and give up all the jackets that you said you'd maybe wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; some day. You know you're never going to and there are men, women and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; that really do need them. Giving up one coat does make a difference. Please do what you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Warm Coat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.onewarmcoat.org &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sml" href="http://www.onewarmcoat.org/index.php?fuseaction=agency.view&amp;amp;agencyId=2632"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Soldados&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Jesus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowell&lt;br /&gt;Type of coat needed: all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sml" href="http://www.onewarmcoat.org/index.php?fuseaction=agency.view&amp;amp;agencyId=2587"&gt;Frances Perkins Transitional&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worcester&lt;br /&gt;Type of coat needed: all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sml" href="http://www.onewarmcoat.org/index.php?fuseaction=agency.view&amp;amp;agencyId=2589"&gt;Foundations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worcester&lt;br /&gt;Type of coat needed: all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sml" href="http://www.onewarmcoat.org/index.php?fuseaction=agency.view&amp;amp;agencyId=2530"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Somerville&lt;/span&gt; Homeless Coalition FAMILY shelter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Somerville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type of coat needed: families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sml" href="http://www.onewarmcoat.org/index.php?fuseaction=agency.view&amp;amp;agencyId=2668"&gt;Transition House Emergency Shelter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambridge&lt;br /&gt;Type of coat needed: women; children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sml" href="http://www.onewarmcoat.org/index.php?fuseaction=agency.view&amp;amp;agencyId=2688"&gt;Haley House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston&lt;br /&gt;Type of coat needed: men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sml" href="http://www.onewarmcoat.org/index.php?fuseaction=agency.view&amp;amp;agencyId=2503"&gt;Saint Francis House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston&lt;br /&gt;Type of coat needed: men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sml" href="http://www.onewarmcoat.org/index.php?fuseaction=agency.view&amp;amp;agencyId=2721"&gt;Women's Lunch Place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston&lt;br /&gt;Type of coat needed: women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sml" href="http://www.onewarmcoat.org/index.php?fuseaction=agency.view&amp;amp;agencyId=2505"&gt;Rosie's Place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston&lt;br /&gt;Type of coat needed: women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prudential &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Verani&lt;/span&gt; Realty Drop-Off Locations:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bedford&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;165 South River Road                              &lt;br /&gt;Phone: (603) 472-1010                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concord   &lt;br /&gt;87 South Main Street                 &lt;br /&gt;Phone: (603) 224-0700              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epping&lt;br /&gt;109 Route 125&lt;br /&gt;Phone: (603) 679-5654&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Exeter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81 Water Street&lt;br /&gt;Phone: (603) 772-0600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampton&lt;br /&gt;314 Lafayette Road&lt;br /&gt;Phone: (603) 926-3648&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Londonderry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Verani Way&lt;br /&gt;Phone: (603) 434-2377&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nashua&lt;br /&gt;125 East Dunstable Road&lt;br /&gt;Phone:(603) 888-4600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Newburyport&lt;/span&gt; - MA&lt;br /&gt;23 Inn Street&lt;br /&gt;Phone: (978) 465-0458&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portsmouth&lt;br /&gt;207 Market Street&lt;br /&gt;Phone: (603) 431-8977&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salem&lt;br /&gt;236 North Broadway&lt;br /&gt;Phone: (603) 893-7999&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614499731935404076-7053127438040212080?l=imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7053127438040212080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614499731935404076&amp;postID=7053127438040212080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/7053127438040212080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/7053127438040212080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/2008/11/weather-out-side-is-frightful.html' title='The Weather Out Side is Frightful'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614499731935404076.post-4116906033366245177</id><published>2008-11-21T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:40:51.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby!</title><content type='html'>Meet Dizel, the most spoild dog in the world. Love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSeLssqdkfI/AAAAAAAAABI/EA4yckKkpew/s1600-h/DSC00947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271335488880218610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSeLssqdkfI/AAAAAAAAABI/EA4yckKkpew/s320/DSC00947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSeL-CskNVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AuT9x0jLT90/s1600-h/DSC00964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271335786852398418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSeL-CskNVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AuT9x0jLT90/s320/DSC00964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSeMchDDWmI/AAAAAAAAABY/ATUsGqGdleU/s1600-h/DSC01159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271336310395853410" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSeMchDDWmI/AAAAAAAAABY/ATUsGqGdleU/s320/DSC01159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSeM0j8oAyI/AAAAAAAAABg/0v-rtXB2Ulo/s1600-h/sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271336723491062562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSeM0j8oAyI/AAAAAAAAABg/0v-rtXB2Ulo/s320/sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614499731935404076-4116906033366245177?l=imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4116906033366245177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614499731935404076&amp;postID=4116906033366245177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/4116906033366245177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/4116906033366245177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-baby.html' title='My Baby!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSeLssqdkfI/AAAAAAAAABI/EA4yckKkpew/s72-c/DSC00947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614499731935404076.post-5574736017738663245</id><published>2008-11-18T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:24:09.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Request Of My Mother.</title><content type='html'>Upon careful consideration I have decided that since the joyous Christmas season is upon us &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; since I happen to be one of the lucky ones working on commission at the mall during this wonderful time of the year, that I'm going to chronicle all the happy events of my wondrous experience with the public for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 1: The Wonders of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I regrettably made the decision that I would go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; for my food shopping. Now normally I would &lt;em&gt;NEVER&lt;/em&gt; do this but I needed a few more things other than food. So me and Mike pile into his work van and head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drops me off out front and say he'll back in a little while, "I have to run to Home Depot quick." Another treasure in the &lt;strong&gt;Corporation Fun Box of Annoying Stores.&lt;/strong&gt; But moving on...&lt;br /&gt;I get through the store as quickly as possible because the best of the best happen to out today with me. (not) As usual there are 4 out of the 27 registers open and I have &lt;em&gt;way &lt;/em&gt;too many things for that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; self check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I find what appears to be the shortest line and get in it. Little do I know that the devil was playing tricks on me. (Not hard to do because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; is his home base.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check: I have now been in the store for almost an hour. I called Mike 20 min. ago to find out where he was and how he made out at Home Depot. "I have one more thing to get and I'll be right there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I've now been standing in line for almost 7 min and I feel like I'm going to get sick. My throat feels like it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;closing&lt;/span&gt;, I'm a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nauseous and &lt;/span&gt;coughing like I'm about to through a hair ball or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want out of this store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady who is currently being served at the register clearly has a little something wrong with her. Can't quite place my finger on it. But she's chatting up a storm and holding up the line. Now she's trying to pay (at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;) with a Banana Republic store credit card. This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;. Not Banana Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frustration sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I just used it the other day. I don't understand why it's not working."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though the other woman in front of me was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;physically&lt;/span&gt; going to explode. Than the idiot behind the register goes, "Well why don't you let me try it over here. Maybe it will swipe for me." (by the way, these two ladies are having the slowest conversation in recorded history)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN'T SWIPE IT OVER THERE!! IT'S A &lt;em&gt;BANANA REPUBLIC&lt;/em&gt; CARD!!! IT ONLY WORKS IN &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;FRICKIN&lt;/span&gt; STORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby screams in the distance. Now I know that when ever I want children I'm just going to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; to remind myself that, No I really don't want children. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the lady decides she'd like to write a check instead. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, get a bank card)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other lady in front of me: "Now I remember why I never come to this store."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally writes her check and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;proceeds&lt;/span&gt; to stand there and continue her conversation with the check out woman who is more than happy to talk with her, I mean she's got the time, it's not like she's at work or anything; when her daughter comes running over and asks her mother where she's been! I've been waiting outside for 20 min! I was so worried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Check: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; been almost 20 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady in front of me starts shoving her things onto the counter to have them finally wrung through when the elderly woman who clearly has a memory problem notices she for got to pay for her cat littler!! Then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cashier&lt;/span&gt; offers to cancel out the next order to ring up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; cat littler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I'm going to die. Right here. In line at register #12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; the daughter was brighter then the employee (surprise, surprise) and offered to go to customer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;service&lt;/span&gt;. THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One down, one to go. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, we're making progress. Almost there! A little more! *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;screeeeeeeech&lt;/span&gt;!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull the e-break. Now the lady who was venting at me about this horrible store would like to break up her order please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to pay for the food on my credit card, the birthday cake with cash and the clothes on my debit card please." Great, another 3 transactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, 2 hours after being dropped off I was finally out of this hell hole. But not in the clear yet! Where was Mike!? Stuck on Amherst St trying to rescue me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to pretend like I'm on my cell phone so the fire fighter ringing the bell next to the red collection bucket doesn't bother me. But I've been spotted! Don't make eye contact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to anounce that this was my last willing adventure to Walmart for the season. Joy to the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned. I'm sure there will be pleanty more where that came from considering how crazy people are :) Be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614499731935404076-5574736017738663245?l=imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5574736017738663245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614499731935404076&amp;postID=5574736017738663245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/5574736017738663245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/5574736017738663245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-request-of-my-mother.html' title='At The Request Of My Mother.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614499731935404076.post-5225593640043229124</id><published>2008-11-17T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:20:26.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Necks. Read on...</title><content type='html'>You're An EXTREME Redneck When.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You let your 14-year-old daughter smoke at the dinner table in frontof her kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Blue Book value of your truck goes up and down depending on howmuch gas is in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You've been married three times and still have the same in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You think a woman who is "out of your league" bowls on a differentnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You wonder how service stations keep their rest-rooms so clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Someone in your family died right after saying, "Hey, guys, watch this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You think Dom Perignon is a Mafia leader.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your wife's hairdo was once ruined by a ceiling fan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your junior prom offered day care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You think the last words of the "Star-Spangled Banner" are"Gentlemen,start your engines. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You lit a match in the bathroom and your house exploded right off its wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The Halloween pumpkin on your porch has more teeth than your spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You have to go outside to get something from the fridge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  One of your kids was born on a pool table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You need one more hole punched in your card to get a freebie at the House of Tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You can't get married to your sweetheart because there's a law against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I saved my favorite for last&lt;br /&gt;17.  You think loading the dishwasher means getting your wife drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614499731935404076-5225593640043229124?l=imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5225593640043229124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614499731935404076&amp;postID=5225593640043229124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/5225593640043229124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/5225593640043229124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/2008/11/red-necks-read-on.html' title='Red Necks. Read on...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614499731935404076.post-5902993698392624483</id><published>2008-11-16T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:03:09.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm The Only Gay Eskimo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDevM0wlbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6fgIyqXlGQk/s1600-h/DSC02047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269456466501211570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDevM0wlbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6fgIyqXlGQk/s320/DSC02047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, this is just the funniest thing that I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dating back to my early Jr. High days when Catherine would burn me funny CDs and me and Peter would sit in the back seat on the way the my Aunts house for Thankgiving, laughing our asses off while mom and dad rolled their eyes in the front seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, my friends, is The Only Gay Eskimo Song. And seeing as how I'm going to be an Eskimo for Halloween I thought it fitting to post this and let you all in on the little things that light up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bid9KsuxECA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bid9KsuxECA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnlvdXR1YmUuY29tL3dhdGNoP3Y9YmlkOUtzdXhFQ0E="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614499731935404076-5902993698392624483?l=imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5902993698392624483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614499731935404076&amp;postID=5902993698392624483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/5902993698392624483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614499731935404076/posts/default/5902993698392624483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaneastcoastkid.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-only-gay-eskimo.html' title='I&apos;m The Only Gay Eskimo'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00752441675109390474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDQ5q9OypI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZCy4q75Lyi4/S220/DSC01579.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tH90BlIO78/SSDevM0wlbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6fgIyqXlGQk/s72-c/DSC02047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
