<?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-5340723952714893110</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:08:11.801-08:00</updated><category term='thaughts'/><category term='racism'/><category term='green'/><category term='random thaughts'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='sort of'/><category term='Salmon'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='bf'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='hobby'/><category term='family'/><category term='Catching up'/><category term='yarn'/><category term='wine'/><category term='school'/><category term='Brit Brit'/><category term='Lottery Ticket'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='work'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Elbert's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Life as Elbert in Lovely San Diego. Just basicly whats going on with me and sometimes people I know.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-8363194486993148713</id><published>2009-10-25T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T02:25:42.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>Really some times you just hate nights like this. Not tired, bad night and in your head all you can say is really??? I hope tomorrow with my SD family will make it so much better. Wow it was a harsh night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-8363194486993148713?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/8363194486993148713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=8363194486993148713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8363194486993148713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8363194486993148713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/10/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-3334948295798896733</id><published>2009-08-21T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:12:45.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Break Ups</title><content type='html'>Its hard to hear when friends of yours have broken up. A really good friend of mine and his boyfriend broke up yesterday. Lets call them Sam and Timmy. I feel really bad for Sam he is really struggling with the idea of not being with Timmy. I would have to say I am closer to Sam than I am to Timmy but after so many years of them being together I feel that Timmy and I have become friends. They still are going to live together but Timmy wants to date other people and wants there to be no jealousy. I really really doubt that its going to work. I was still living with my ex when Cory and I got together and boy the story from the first date Cory and I had is a crazy story which people still say and you still dated him. Maybe Sam and Timmy will get back together, maybe they wont. I think that Sam will need me more than Timmy so I will be there for Sam just like he would be there for me. It's always sad to see friends break up especially after years of being together but sometimes it turns out to be a good thing for both people. Man and I thought I was going to be posting about how I was annoyed at project runway last night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-3334948295798896733?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/3334948295798896733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=3334948295798896733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/3334948295798896733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/3334948295798896733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/08/break-ups.html' title='Break Ups'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-8495663718257377197</id><published>2009-08-20T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:22:49.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiropractor</title><content type='html'>I know it has been forever and I think I said before I would post more and then forgot. Well here is me trying again. This week was my birthday and I went to see the doctor because I felt as though I had pulled something in my back from all the coughing I had been doing and it was starting to get worse. Yes It took me three weeks to go in and see him because Ii believed it would go away. So after a couple of days of Cory telling me he didn't want to hear it I made an appointment. I went in and he says I pulled something and gives me drugs and wants me to see the Chiropractor to get my back adjusted since that is were most of the pain was. I went two days ago and am going again today. I debate if he really is worth it, I guess it's because I feel like I am paying someone for a big hug. Yes he rubs my back a little, and puts ice on it but when it came to what he was going to do it felt like a really uncomfortable hug really close to his crotch. I guess I should not complain though, at least he is not so bad looking. I will have to comment once I get back from him later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-8495663718257377197?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/8495663718257377197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=8495663718257377197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8495663718257377197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8495663718257377197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/08/chiropractor.html' title='Chiropractor'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-6754892154879637520</id><published>2009-04-29T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:18:38.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Elevators &amp; Strangers</title><content type='html'>I am up and down on the elevator a lot when I am at work. At least once a day I get some perfect stranger trying to have a conversation with me. I think people think they are being nice by talking to you in the elevators. I cant stand it! If I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know the person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; I will pull out my cell phone or stare forward after the obligatory smile at whoever just came in to the elevator. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get why they have to comment about the weather or how its almost time to go home, or how the elevators are running slow that day. Why cant they just be quiet?? I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get it, maybe I am just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;donut&lt;/span&gt; have good elevator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;etiquette&lt;/span&gt; but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think this is going to change. Oh and the farting in the elevator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;inexcusable&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-6754892154879637520?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/6754892154879637520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=6754892154879637520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/6754892154879637520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/6754892154879637520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/04/elevators-strangers.html' title='Elevators &amp; Strangers'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-5111428592444007336</id><published>2009-03-24T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:09:55.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Straight and Gay Roles</title><content type='html'>My boss and I were chatting last week about T.V. shows and she said that she cant see Porcha di Rossi playing a straight woman in a new series coming out. She said that she can only see her playing lesbian roles and wasn't going to be able to see her in any other light. I asked her so when a straight man plays a gay role do you always say oh I cant see him as gay?? She said it was different. I asked her how so and she really couldn't explain it. I said its not really different at all. they are all actors and are playing a part. If everyone portrayed themselves they wouldn't really be acting. I find it odd when people say wow he was so great when he played that gay role! Mainly because its only great when a straight person does it. You don't hear praises about Rupert Everett in My Best Friends Wedding when he played gay, and he was great in that movie. I feel like there is a double standard about it and it really bugs me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-5111428592444007336?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/5111428592444007336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=5111428592444007336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/5111428592444007336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/5111428592444007336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/03/straight-and-gay-roles.html' title='Straight and Gay Roles'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-7117158988656729685</id><published>2009-03-14T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:57:56.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Olympic Dreams</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dreamt&lt;/span&gt; last night that I won the gold medal in the Olympics for swimming. It was invigorating and was getting my picture taken with the team and then in an individual pic with two other people. Then this little brat came over and said that it was fine that I won but that my technique was horrible and that I only scored a 68. I corrected him and told him it was a 69 and that it was my first time in the Olympics so I would only improve. Imagine in my own dream someone trying to burst my bubble. Ill show him next time and get a better technique score.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-7117158988656729685?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/7117158988656729685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=7117158988656729685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/7117158988656729685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/7117158988656729685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/03/olympic-dreams.html' title='Olympic Dreams'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-8209456076773585199</id><published>2009-03-12T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:55:16.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>Small Sep Toward Green Work</title><content type='html'>This week my work has decided to take some step's to going green. They finally decided to have all the employee's in the office use the filtered water from the fridge instead of supplying tons of bottled water. It is a great start except for the fact that now instead of piling up tons of plastic bottles it will be disposable cups. I know this because even though we have coffee cups stock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;piled&lt;/span&gt; in every kitchen on every floor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; uses them, they use disposable cups instead. I started bringing my reusable water bottle a couple of weeks ago so I feel like I am a little ahead of everyone else. I feel it does help me drink more water than I did before, and I can even make tea and stick ice in the bottle and make ice tea! Today I am having blueberry iced tea and it is yummy! So I am waiting to see how long this lasts before these people start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt; and they bring back the water bottles. I hope the office admin sticks to her guns and says quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt; and deal with it! Now if only I could get them to stop using so much paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-8209456076773585199?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/8209456076773585199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=8209456076773585199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8209456076773585199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8209456076773585199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/03/small-sep-toward-green-work.html' title='Small Sep Toward Green Work'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-8318106181943025860</id><published>2009-02-26T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:46:48.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Waste of Time and Energy</title><content type='html'>Some people never change. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why I let this person get to me. He has always been pretentious and Cory says he was this way even  a long time before I saw it. You would think that after years of not talking to him for this reason I would know that he will never change. I am no longer going to waste any more time thinking that maybe one day it will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;. I guess I have been thinking about giving people more chances than they deserve lately and I should just think about friends that are true friends and be happy with them. I just need to stop looking back. Well I have to say my day can only get better because well I got the B.S. already taken care of today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-8318106181943025860?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/8318106181943025860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=8318106181943025860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8318106181943025860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8318106181943025860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/02/waste-of-time-and-energy.html' title='Waste of Time and Energy'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-5334511249478648834</id><published>2009-02-25T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:44:08.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Fat Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went out and celebrated fat Tuesday at Bourbon Street. We ended up going super early, eight thirty, and realized we were way to early for the party. Luckily my friend Heather came and met us and then our friend's Keith and Shane met us. Gabe joined the group around ten since he had to work. We ended up having a great time and spent more time there than intended. I am very proud to say that out of our group I came home with the most beads. Not because I was showing my business to everyone but because I was great at catching beads being flung from the balcony. I did share my wealth with Cory and Gabe since they each had two strands of beads. It was fun people watching and there was even a contest for the most beads. The winner won five hundred bucks. Pretty nice chunk of change for beads. It was fun at first but then people started getting aggressive about trying to get you to give them your beads. Two lesbians at, different times, were trying to get my beads for their friends and I had already told them no and they persisted on trying to get my beads one even saying your not going to win so why not just give them to her. Then when I told her I like them and don't want to give them away she said that's like voting yes on prop 8. I almost smacked her! I could not believe she would say that, dumb dumb, dumb. At that point I just ignored her. One guy at least said he would buy me a shot if I gave him my beads, I told him give me my shot and my beads are yours. He didn't go through with it, but I would have easily have given them to him if he was close to winning since he wasn't trying to beat me into submission with guilt like the others two. In the end our cue to go home was when someone , who shall remain nameless, began triple kissing with two other people. No it was not Cory or I! So after a fun night I have to figure out what to do with all these damn beads I insisted on keeping. I am guessing they will sit in the spare bedroom until spring, summer, or winter house cleaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-5334511249478648834?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/5334511249478648834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=5334511249478648834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/5334511249478648834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/5334511249478648834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/02/fat-tuesday.html' title='Fat Tuesday'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-5546461576029429102</id><published>2009-02-23T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:53:15.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>No Phone</title><content type='html'>I hate forgetting my phone at home. I did that today and all day I feel I never knew what time it was. I am home now and I am happy to have my phone back. &lt;div&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/5340723952714893110-5546461576029429102?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/5546461576029429102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=5546461576029429102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/5546461576029429102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/5546461576029429102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-phone.html' title='No Phone'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-8092613132863505321</id><published>2009-02-19T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:54:34.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thaughts'/><title type='text'>Giving Bad Directions</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get evil thoughts in my head that I want to act on. Today I was walking to get lunch when I saw these two girls looking at the bus map trying map out their ride, definitely they were tourist. I had this urge to go up to them and ask them where they were going and make up some bus numbers and street names and send them on their way. All day I would have been able to wonder where they had gone and how lost I was able to get them. I could not do it even if I really wanted to. I am certain they got lost anyways, they looked like they would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-8092613132863505321?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/8092613132863505321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=8092613132863505321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8092613132863505321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8092613132863505321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/02/giving-bad-directions.html' title='Giving Bad Directions'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-7304816702688834625</id><published>2009-02-17T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:47:10.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yarn'/><title type='text'>An Afternoon of Yarn</title><content type='html'>Over the week end I went shopping with a couple of friends. No not for clothes, we went to yarn stores. Yes I know you are thinking he has gone off the deep end. But for those close to me, you would have known that happened a long time ago. We ended up in two pretty cool yarn stores in Clarlsbad. Yes it is a pretty far drive for us just to go yarn shopping but yarn shopping was secondary we were picking up a wine shipment for a friend and while we were there we would taste some wine. After tasting some wine in which none of us were impressed by. One my friend renamed yelling pussy and when the server came back and asked us what he poured us last she told him the yelling pussy. I had to tell him it was actually the screaming kitty. The we headed&lt;br /&gt;out in search of yarn. In the first store they had a book called the knitting man, or something close to that. On the front cover and sprinkled throughout the book were pictures of obviously gay men. I have a theory that only gay men knit. But I believe I knew that from the beginning. I did fall in love with a purple yarn but ended up leaving it after spending close to an hour in this particular store. I will have to go back and get it next time we go up. My favorite part of store number one was that they had wooden buttons that they had tagged butt wood. Each butt wood was about fifteen bucks but I was ever so tempted to buy one of each just so I can tell everyone I have butt wood on my pants. I would specifically use them on pants just for this reason. The second store was filled with many shiny yarns which one of my friends was drawn to every second she turned around. She of course put them back because each skein ranged from 40-60 bucks. I like to knit but I will never buy yarn that is that expensive. She said one day she will buy that yarn, and in my mind I said I will never ever buy that yarn! At the end of our yarn excursion we met up with Cory and some friends from out of town that were visiting and Cory wondered how we spent close to two and a half hours in yarn stores. To my it felt like a couple of hours well spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-7304816702688834625?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/7304816702688834625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=7304816702688834625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/7304816702688834625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/7304816702688834625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/02/afternoon-of-yarn.html' title='An Afternoon of Yarn'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-4689116476095088795</id><published>2009-02-04T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:07:15.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Biker</title><content type='html'>I was driving to work this morning and there was a guy riding his bike to I believe school. He was in his mid to late 20's and what struck me was his appearance. He had on a t shirt, track pants, his helmet and bag. I But as he is flying by the only thing I really notice is that his pants are  just low enough that they are showing off about an inch and a half of his ass. It was hard to stop seeing it since every time I reached a stop light he would come flying down from behind to show his behind. At one point another biker came from behind me and it looked like he noticed the other guys lack of proper bike gear. I would think that he would notice the breeze but apparently he was clueless about it. If I am ever riding a bike down the street with an inch and a half of ass showing please shoot me, or pull my pants up so I know I am doing it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-4689116476095088795?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/4689116476095088795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=4689116476095088795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/4689116476095088795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/4689116476095088795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/02/biker.html' title='Biker'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-7736597111862017344</id><published>2009-01-30T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:28:40.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brit Brit'/><title type='text'>If You Seek Amy</title><content type='html'>First Happy Birthday to my good friend Mike! Now lets move on. Stores are upset about Britney Spears song If You Seek Amy because if you really listen to it and say it slowly it sounds like F.U.C.K me. So they have now changed it to if you see Amy. This is so ridiculous. Why is it wrong for her to say all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to F. U. C. K me?? She is not 15 she is a grown woman and please how much worse is this song than any other song that talks about sex?? Please Lil Kim and Foxy Brown built their careers around making raunchy rap songs, so why is this looked so down upon?? Brit Brit should have told those stores to suck it instead of caving in, but I guess that is expecting to much from a pop star puppet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-7736597111862017344?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/7736597111862017344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=7736597111862017344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/7736597111862017344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/7736597111862017344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-seek-amy.html' title='If You Seek Amy'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-7689757314601885022</id><published>2009-01-16T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:25:10.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thaughts'/><title type='text'>I Know Tragic And Embarrassing</title><content type='html'>I know this is bad but I really am excited about Brit Brit going on tour. I soooo want to go when the circus tour comes to town. I know I should be ashamed but I just cant help it. Embarrassing I know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-7689757314601885022?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/7689757314601885022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=7689757314601885022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/7689757314601885022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/7689757314601885022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-tragic-and-embarrassing.html' title='I Know Tragic And Embarrassing'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-2582504728918455995</id><published>2009-01-12T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:15:50.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Today is not a good day. I feel sick and people want me to actually work. It is not fun at all, I just want to go home and curl up in bed. It started Saturday night when I woke up because of  a horrible ear ache. Not fun! I really really want to be in bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-2582504728918455995?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/2582504728918455995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=2582504728918455995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/2582504728918455995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/2582504728918455995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-2386746810537818393</id><published>2009-01-08T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:36:34.007-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My Boyfriend Thinks I'm Blind</title><content type='html'>Today Cory asked me how everything looked in the shower without my contacts or glasses. I told him it looked fine. He then asked well is it blurry?? I told him no its not. I can see fine up to a certain point. I just cant see things far away very clearly. He apparently thought that since I use my contacts or glasses all the time that I was as blind as a bat. Its interesting to find out your boyfriend thinks of you as Mr. Magoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-2386746810537818393?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/2386746810537818393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=2386746810537818393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/2386746810537818393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/2386746810537818393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-boyfriend-thinks-im-blind.html' title='My Boyfriend Thinks I&apos;m Blind'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-852246537271125005</id><published>2009-01-05T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:52:35.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><title type='text'>New years and Beyond</title><content type='html'>New years was fun. I had a great time hanging out with friends and then hanging out at Bourbon St and dancing the night away. It was so much fun that we ended up having to take a cab home from our friends house at 7 in the morning because we were so trashed. On the second we went wine tasting with our friends Mike and Bo. Our plan was to leave at 6 in the morning, for those of you who don't know, I hate waking up early. But I was good and woke up early. It was sort of a little Sideways trip. It was only an overnight trip but we had lots of fun. Mike memberships to a lot of places so we tasted for free every place we went to. I cant remember the exact number of tastes we had but I believe we hit about 7. We came  home tired with a couple of new bottles to have with friends. I cant wait to go back next time we have to make a week end out of it. Plus Mike signed up for another wine club so even more tasting for free!!! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-852246537271125005?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/852246537271125005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=852246537271125005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/852246537271125005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/852246537271125005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-and-beyond.html' title='New years and Beyond'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-2621591228044281031</id><published>2008-12-30T12:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:29:45.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas Rocked</title><content type='html'>This Christmas was the best ever!!! What was to be a quiet group of 5 turned into a total of 12 people. We had enough food for 30 and I still have food in my fridge 5 days later. We went through about 15 bottles of wine, killed the vodka and by the end of the night had moved on to margarita's. We smoked we danced we sang along to Abba until about 2 in the morning when everyone decided it was time to go home. It was awesome!!! Heather and I did interpretive dance as well to Abba, and I have to say we really were good! lol. Apparently the next day one of our neighbors complained and said that someone was having a party and it was too loud. We must have really been having a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-2621591228044281031?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/2621591228044281031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=2621591228044281031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/2621591228044281031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/2621591228044281031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-rocked.html' title='Christmas Rocked'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-960569783277790112</id><published>2008-12-17T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:18:40.123-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Postponned fire drill because of rain</title><content type='html'>We where scheduled to have a fire drill today, but they cancelled it because of the rain. I don't get it. Do they think that if a fire occurred it would make a difference if it was raining outside?? I know it would be cold outside and you would have to wear your jacket, but if you came to work today you would know it was raining and would have brought an umbrella. I just don't get it. Maybe I am also a  little cranky because someone who lives with me kept me up later than planned because he would not stop opening bottles of wine last night so our guest didn't leave until late. On a good note the caterers could not be called off so there is free breakfast  in the lobby this morning. Yes they give us a treat for doing the fire drill, they have to bribe us somehow to make us go down 20 flights of stairs.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-960569783277790112?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/960569783277790112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=960569783277790112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/960569783277790112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/960569783277790112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/12/postponned-fire-drill-because-of-rain.html' title='Postponned fire drill because of rain'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-8139075537127945320</id><published>2008-12-09T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:47:31.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catching up'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>life has been so busy. We went to D.C. in November and it feels like we have been going non stop since. D.C. Was beautiful and I love the subway, but it was freezing cold and I had not brought the proper attire for it.  Apparently it is not as cold as it was when we were there. It actually snowed while we were there, it was only for about 20 min but hey snow is snow. Us Californians aren't used to it so I didn't know what the hell to do. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was good. It was a lot more mellow than previous years. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I am still debating, I love getting wild so not doing that this year was differ ant. But passing the time with friends was nice.&lt;br /&gt;lets see what else???? Oh my friend K (don't know if he wants his name on her) is back, I know a lot of you are shaking your head like oh no. But we haven't been going crazy like before. For some reason I feel like Corey and I have mellowed out. We are happy to go out and have a good time but just as happy to stay home and pass out on the couch. Sorry Gabe I know you wanted to  go out this past Saturday but the couch got the best of us and we both fell asleep. I know it seems like we are acting like old people, but don't worry its only a temporary thing. Its just been a tiring two months. Now to plan Corey's bday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-8139075537127945320?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/8139075537127945320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=8139075537127945320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8139075537127945320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8139075537127945320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/12/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-8993705526543985128</id><published>2008-10-14T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:54:59.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sign Throwers</title><content type='html'>No, not the gangster types. Do you ever wonder if those guys throwing around advertisements signs on corners of the street get schooling for it?? Well I do. It doesn't look easy and most of the time I am afraid they are going to drop the sign on to the street in front of a car or hit someone walking by.  Maybe in school they get extra training on how to avoid people walking by. Maybe its a required class that you must pass before you get your sign throwing diploma. If so I want to go to this class to see if I can pass. I am pretty clumsy and I always said that I could never be a server at a restaurant because I would drop every tray that I had to take out. This might help with that fear and maybe lead to a long second job as a server. I do have strong doubts about it, I feel like if I did take this class I would probably get a C which I would think would be a failing grade for the job. But I did see some kid throw his sign behind him the other day I doubt he received an A in sign throwing class. If he can do it there is still hope I can get a week end job in the places with not so high of standards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-8993705526543985128?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/8993705526543985128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=8993705526543985128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8993705526543985128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8993705526543985128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/10/sign-throwers.html' title='Sign Throwers'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-1759983695212752873</id><published>2008-10-13T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:22:53.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salmon'/><title type='text'>Heathers wonderful Salmon</title><content type='html'>OK Sorry its been a couple of months since I posted. I will try to be better. I just had to talk about my friend Heather for a moment. Actually its more about the Salmon she cooks. Just a little back round on Heather, she's a vegetarian that's starting to embrace meat eating. That's all you need to know for now. Anyways she makes the best salmon! No one makes it like she does. There isn't much she puts on it but it is the best salmon by far. I believe she puts olive oil, salt, pepper and thyme, and maybe it just gets that extra love only Heather can give. If you have not had Heathers salmon you are missing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-1759983695212752873?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/1759983695212752873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=1759983695212752873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/1759983695212752873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/1759983695212752873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/10/heathers-wonderful-salmon.html' title='Heathers wonderful Salmon'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-6174525590164825269</id><published>2008-07-31T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:47:08.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>He said yes!</title><content type='html'>Man it sucks to go back to work after you have been on vacation for almost two weeks.  Well we went on Vacation to Oregon, it was wonderful. I guess a big thing that happened was that I asked Cory to marry me, and he said yes!!! It was actually very hard to try and set up and do. I decided that I was going to be romantic and spell out the words will you marry me in rocks in the back yard of the house. But he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; leave me alone, I kept trying to get him to leave me alone and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;. Finally I just did most of it while he was inside the house entertained by our friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aorron&lt;/span&gt; helped me out a bit with the rocks, Cory just would not leave me alone enough. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aorron&lt;/span&gt;!! So now we need to start planning a wedding, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know when we will have the ceremony or anything. I think Cory is still getting over that I really popped the question. I just like making him blush by calling him my fiance. I will recap the rest of our Oregon trip tomorrow. Brain is not working to well today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-6174525590164825269?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/6174525590164825269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=6174525590164825269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/6174525590164825269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/6174525590164825269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-said-yes.html' title='He said yes!'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-3750276971802243479</id><published>2008-07-07T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:30:04.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bf'/><title type='text'>My boyfriends new flip flops</title><content type='html'>Apparently my bf has never owned a pair of flip flops. Or he cant remember as a kid ever having a pair. Yesterday we were at Target and we bought him a pair. It was a struggle since he did not want to try them on in the store to see if they fit. Then he said he would try them on, but with his socks on. I told him if he was not going to try them on right then to leave them. He finally did while giggling and was afraid that someone would see him doing this. So anyways he bought them and took them home. Later in the night I took them out of the bag and told him to try them both on and see if he liked them. He would not stop laughing and saying that his feet looked funny. He kept telling me to stop looking at his feet, but the hilarious part was that he could not stop laughing about it, he thought his feet looked so funny. You would have thought he was watching a comedy show with how bad he was laughing. Moral of story, my boyfriend is nuts. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-3750276971802243479?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/3750276971802243479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=3750276971802243479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/3750276971802243479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/3750276971802243479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-boyfriends-new-flip-flops.html' title='My boyfriends new flip flops'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-2499263467333948558</id><published>2008-06-24T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:22:29.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Amazon Cookie Makers</title><content type='html'>There are these woman on my floor that I think are decended from amazonian woman. They dont work in my office they work on the other  end of this floor for some other company. I think they work for a deposition company but I think all they really do is bake cookies all day. It smells like cookies on our floor ever since they moved in. What sucks is they never have offered us any even though they see us every day and they have to know we can smell those delicious things. Anyways they are at least 6 ft. tall and I would not want to get in a fight with any one of them. I am sure they could take me out. OMG!!! How freaky as I am writting this blog one of the people that works at that place came and brought us cookies! It wasnt one of the amazons though, sadly they do have normal size woman there too. I would love it if it was just a group of amazons only working. But its ok because the amazons seem not so friendly. They have never smiled or tried to say hi. I guess thats what the regular people are there for. Anyways they do make good cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-2499263467333948558?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/2499263467333948558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=2499263467333948558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/2499263467333948558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/2499263467333948558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/06/amazon-cookie-makers.html' title='Amazon Cookie Makers'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-2725118160368419902</id><published>2008-05-19T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:31:29.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Emergency Defibrillator</title><content type='html'>At work we recently put in a emergency &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;defibrillator&lt;/span&gt;. Every time I see it I giggle a little inside. The thing is in one of the kitchens but its in this huge case and here is the kicker, it has a red ambulance light on top of it. I picture an alarm going off if you ever open it to help someone. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get it, why would you want a red alarm light on there?? Is it important for every nosey assistant to come running when they hear it. If I leave this place I am going to open it to see if the alarm goes off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-2725118160368419902?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/2725118160368419902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=2725118160368419902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/2725118160368419902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/2725118160368419902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/05/emergency-defibrillator.html' title='Emergency Defibrillator'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-8693080461073653625</id><published>2008-05-07T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:37:58.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><title type='text'>Knitting</title><content type='html'>I took up a new hobby. I know some people are going to give me shit for it but I don't care. This week end my friend Heather took me (and Kirk) to the Whistle Stop in Golden Hills, we had a beer and  she showed me how to knit. We spent about four hours there drinking beers and learning the basics of knitting. We totally had a blast and we are going every other Sunday when the knitting people go and have beers and knit. There was only one other male knitter there and he told Kirk and I to please come back so he wouldn't be the only male. As of Monday I started knitting a scarf.... an oversize scarf. It pretty wide and going to be pretty long. I didn't realize it was going to be that wide when I started it but now I just feel like it looks like something that would be in winter fashion week. lol. Maybe I am just trying to make an excuse for it being so wide. Hey everyone always says bigger is better so I will go with that's. So now as I watch the boob tube at home and when I am bored I will be pulling out my knitting and working on that. I am very excited, I wonder who will get the first ever original Ely scarf.  You know you want it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-8693080461073653625?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/8693080461073653625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=8693080461073653625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8693080461073653625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8693080461073653625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/05/knitting.html' title='Knitting'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-7143365319426529726</id><published>2008-04-24T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T14:28:32.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thaughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sort of'/><title type='text'>Random Spouter's</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; you hate it when you are just sitting there reading crap on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and someone is also doing so in the same room and has to spout out a bunch of useless information they obtain from online?? So uncalled for and not needed. You would also think that after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; ignored whenever you did it means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; cares, but no some people think this is just a sign that they should spout out more and more useless crap. Why is it so hard for these people to shut up?? Is it really that hard to be quiet?? Maybe it is for them, either way I want to tell them to shut the F*** up! I know its not nice but its what I really want to do.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-7143365319426529726?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/7143365319426529726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=7143365319426529726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/7143365319426529726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/7143365319426529726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-spouter.html' title='Random Spouter&apos;s'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-7632627059786030258</id><published>2008-03-17T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T13:20:06.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Accomplice in a dream</title><content type='html'>My friend had a nightmare last night. In her dream we plotted to murder this lady because if we didn't kill her she was going to kill my friend. So here is the long story short format of the events of the murder. I pull back the lady's head as my friend stabs her, Cory has made a spray that erases all traces of evidence. Our coworker comes and gets us in his truck and takes us to the Chicken Shack to work so we have an alibi to what we did that day. My friend calls work and tells her boss what happened and needs her husband to take care of the body. They flee to Mexico because they don't trust the government. We go back to work the next day and another coworker comes up to her and says "So, I hear you like killing now." She wakes up. lol. What a crazy dream. I have not had a freaky dream like this in a while. I cant stop thinking and laughing about this. I mean it was weird about the murder but I cant stop laughing when I think about going to work at the chicken shack as an alibi. I guess its what you do when you are an accomplice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-7632627059786030258?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/7632627059786030258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=7632627059786030258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/7632627059786030258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/7632627059786030258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/03/accomplice-in-dream.html' title='Accomplice in a dream'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-7783154224164608015</id><published>2008-02-27T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:00:57.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Post  Art Test 1</title><content type='html'>Last night was our first real test in my art history class. We had a pop quiz over a week ago. on just one chapter but this was supposed to be our first big one. I have been worried about it for the last week, actually ever since he told us that it is the hardest test we are going to have for this class. How do you ever feel confident when you hear that??? I guess its OK, at least we knew what we were in for. I feel confident that I did better than my quiz, but it does not take much to beat that grade. I think all my class really felt stupid after that one. I guess I wont really know if I did well or not until Thursday when he gives them back. So if I am having some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scotch&lt;/span&gt; and crying you will know why. I can at least say that I have not given up and since this is the hardest test I can only get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-7783154224164608015?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/7783154224164608015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=7783154224164608015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/7783154224164608015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/7783154224164608015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-art-test-1.html' title='Post  Art Test 1'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-4067604630407662057</id><published>2008-02-13T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:03:00.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Lint Resolution</title><content type='html'>Yes lint not lent. I am not religious so I choose to celebrate lint. What is lint??? Duh, its the stuff you pick out of your belly button or the stuff that is in the dryer. Anyways I decided that for lint I was going not drink. So I have officially kept it up for one week! Yay for me!!! It has not been as hard as I expected it to be. Its just wierd because everyone else finds it odd. I guess everyone is so used to me out drinking everyone that they find it odd that just stopped. It has been fine though noone has been on my case to have a drink so it cool. I told my friend Kurk and he said that I shouldnt cut it all out. That most of the sugars and calories are from Beer and mixed drinks. A glass of red wine wont hurt me lossing weight. Apparantly he just thought I was doing it to loose weight. Thanks for reminding me I need to loose weight. LOL. We are also supposed to go to a margarita brunch on Sunday. I brought it up and did not think about it until after that I am not drinking. I mean really is brunch brunch without the cocktails??? I dont think so. Maybe I will cancel and change it to breakfast.  Oh and I have been totally craving sweets. I think its because I am not drinking, every peice of candy or cake is soooo tempting. Well I will see how long I can go without.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-4067604630407662057?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/4067604630407662057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=4067604630407662057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/4067604630407662057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/4067604630407662057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-lint-resolution.html' title='New Lint Resolution'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-6394749912713441531</id><published>2008-01-24T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:03:33.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>People Come And People Go</title><content type='html'>It sucks when you get close to someone and then you know that you will no longer have them in your life every day. My coworker Melissa's last day is tomorrow, and even though I give her a lot of shit I am going to miss her. I hope she knows she can still call me when she is in need or just to chat. Its going to be weird not being able to tell answer your mom to all her questions.  Also Charlie is leaving this week end to move to Atlanta. I have just started to get to know Charlie, but it sucks to have such a great guy move away. Man tomorrow is going to suck. I have been overly sentimental about weird stuff lately and I feel like I may cry tomorrow. Going to have to calm myself down, just tell myself don't be a little bitch, don't let them see you cry. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-6394749912713441531?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/6394749912713441531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=6394749912713441531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/6394749912713441531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/6394749912713441531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/01/people-come-and-people-go.html' title='People Come And People Go'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-2947128373395998643</id><published>2008-01-23T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T14:08:57.484-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Vegas Vaca.</title><content type='html'>Wow what a week end trip! Sierra, Rhianna, Mike and Bo meet us in Vegas. Unlike them we drove up Thursday night. We really need to start flying to places that are that close. lol. I thought we would be going out every night but instead we ended up drinking in the room and laughing for hours. We did go do all the walking around and only ended up going out to a club on Sunday. The girls and Cory and I went to Red Rock's park Sunday morning even though I said I did not really want to. Actually I told them to drop me off at the Venetian so I could go shopping but they said no. So I tried jumping out at a red light and again they would not let me. So I was dragged to Red Rocks unwillingly. It was not so bad, it was actually fun. Rhianna cut her toe on a cactus and Cory and Sierra fell .  I guess it was worth going out there to see that happen. I find a nice shirt at a good buy just as beautiful. We also went to see Zumanity at New York New York and was sooo disappointed. I wonder if I could complain and get a refund. I just hope they don't send me tickets to see it again because I don't think I could sit through it again. The only thing I really enjoyed in the show was the two girls doing their act in the water bowl. But I think that's only because me and Sierra are in competition to see who does a better job. I think Sierra and I might have our routine down a little bit better. I wonder is Sie will have mastered the head stand I showed her before our Oregon trip. I will have to make sure she is practicing and not slacking off. Hmmm, I also wonder if Rhianna ever found those zip off shorts that we know she loved so much?!?! And if she found the matching jeweled thong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-2947128373395998643?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/2947128373395998643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=2947128373395998643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/2947128373395998643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/2947128373395998643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/01/vegas-vaca.html' title='Vegas Vaca.'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-9075978614649004928</id><published>2008-01-09T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:09:18.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><title type='text'>Poop on racism!</title><content type='html'>Last week a friend of mine was telling me about her new years trip to New York.  She is middle eastern and told me that at one point while trying to get info from a cop she felt like she was being racially profiled. The cop waved his metal detector around her as she asked questions. It was as if she had done something wrong just for asking directions. It struck a nerve when I heard this. I went to lunch with another friend on Friday and I told her the whole story about what happened to my friend. She told me that New York had been through so much with 9/11 and that they viewed things differently because they were there when it happened. It was almost as though she was saying it was ok to racial profile because of what they had been through. I didn't say much about it after because I disagreed with what she had to say and didn't really want to get into it with her.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was listening to the podcast " This American Life." This weeks episode featured a  Muslim Mom talking about how peoples racism after 9/11 had hurt her oldest daughter. Listening to the Mother and daughter talk about how bad it was at school for her made me so sad and so angry. This little girl in fourth grade was treated so badly. Hearing The mother crying as she's telling her story made my vision go blurry, I wanted to hold her and tell her that this was so wrong to have happened. Eventually they had to move because the children at the school made life so horrible for the poor girl and her siblings. Worst was that it all started from what the teacher  had said to the children in her class. I wont go into any more about the podcast but if you want to hear it download it its episode #322 Shouting across the divide.&lt;br /&gt;After listening to all this I cant help but realise how much racism is still accepted by so many people. It saddens me to think that because your look different, have a different accent or a different religion people will easily turn their backs on you. Be so hateful so arrogant about how right they are and how wrong someone else is. Some times I just look around and think wow we as humans can be such ass holes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-9075978614649004928?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/9075978614649004928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=9075978614649004928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/9075978614649004928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/9075978614649004928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2008/01/poop-on-racism.html' title='Poop on racism!'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-4330021960727520460</id><published>2007-12-27T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:32:24.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Family Overload</title><content type='html'>My mother has been at my house since this past Saturday. My nephews came on Christmas day. I think I am going to go nuts if she stays until next week. I love my family, but I am just not used to having my Mom a 2 1/2 year old and a 6 month old in the house. The baby is whiny, the toddler is running all over the place, and my Mom just seems to get louder every time she calls to them. I feel soooo tired. I feel exhausted. Yesterday I went home from work early because I worked through my lunch and in the evening I wondered if I should have just stayed at work. It makes you think twice about having more than one kid. I think one would be more than enough at this moment. I know Cory is freaking out because of the kids being there. Mostly because he thinks my sister should take responsibility and take care of them instead of my Mom, and I agree with him but what are you going to do?? I wonder if my parents felt like this when they had my sister and me??? Did they just want us to go to sleep and not wake until the next morning?? I guess I should go home and ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-4330021960727520460?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/4330021960727520460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=4330021960727520460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/4330021960727520460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/4330021960727520460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2007/12/family-overload.html' title='Family Overload'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-5503046264421743508</id><published>2007-12-20T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T08:33:39.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Visiting with an old friend and ostriches</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night that I saw an old friend that had passed away. It freaked me out a little because in my dream I knew that he had passed. But in my dream this friend was very at peace. While he was alive he was always very grungy and rockish. Not someone that would dress up. In my dream he was clean cut and wearing a light colored suite and just seemed so at ease and at peace with everything. I have no idea why he was in my dream. Especially because right before then he showed up and right after, I was in what was supposed to be my house with a pack of ostriches. I woke up and other than dealing with these ostriches my old friend Alex was the only other thing I could remember. It kind of feels like the peacefulness of my friend leaked into my day. All morning everything just has seemed a little bit quieter a little less cold. Its interesting how a dream can change your day. Or maybe it's just seeing an old friend that can change your day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-5503046264421743508?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/5503046264421743508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=5503046264421743508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/5503046264421743508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/5503046264421743508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2007/12/visiting-with-old-friend-and-ostriches.html' title='Visiting with an old friend and ostriches'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-6024175230389360827</id><published>2007-12-19T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:15:15.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Corys Big B Day!</title><content type='html'>I am very excited about throwing Cory his birthday party this coming Saturday. Its a big one and we have never had a party to celebrate his birthday. We have gone out to dinner with friends and ussually he shares it with another friend because they share the same b day. So he has never really had his own day. Well not since I have known him. Even tough he said he did not mind not having a party I know he is very excited about his party. After all you only get to celebrate your 30th bday once. Cant wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-6024175230389360827?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/6024175230389360827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=6024175230389360827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/6024175230389360827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/6024175230389360827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2007/12/corys-big-b-day.html' title='Corys Big B Day!'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-5540280037533382596</id><published>2007-12-11T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:48:00.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Holidays are here again.</title><content type='html'>The Christmas season is here. I always get anxious around this time of year. It seems like you never have enough money for everything you need or want to do. I always feel bad that I cannot get every person at least a little something. I also hate going to the malls this time of year. Every place is filled with people and the closer it gets to the 25th the more people are running into you being rude and just basically not caring that they are trampling over everyone to try and get one more present. I  just realized I have a little under 2 weeks to go shopping and I have not even started. What a mess! I always bitch and complain about all the shopping and dealing with the holidays and family, but truthfully I love watching my family open up their gifts. It makes most of the stress worth it .... well some of the stress worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-5540280037533382596?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/5540280037533382596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=5540280037533382596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/5540280037533382596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/5540280037533382596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2007/12/holidays-are-here-again.html' title='Holidays are here again.'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-290626127856447334</id><published>2007-11-30T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:50:36.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Rainy Friday, party anyways.</title><content type='html'>I am so glad it is Friday. Also its raining and I love it. I have always loved when its raining. You can bring out all your blankets on the couch and no one can tell you to put them away. Unfortunately I don't get to do that tonight. Instead I am going to my friend JA's house for a little party. I don't know what the reason is for the party other than Shane wanted to have another party like the last time he came down. I also heard a rumor that there might be strippers coming. Which means I have to go get some ones! lol! I cant wait for the work day to end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-290626127856447334?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/290626127856447334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=290626127856447334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/290626127856447334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/290626127856447334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2007/11/rainy-friday-party-anyways.html' title='Rainy Friday, party anyways.'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-4997606956665895344</id><published>2007-11-28T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:37:11.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What do you do if an X friend returns???</title><content type='html'>So what do you do when a person that used to be your friend wants to be your friend again?? I guess I should elaborate. This person that I was really good friend started dating someone and started ignoring me and my other friend. I was a little annoyed at first because he did not want to date this guy to begin with and only because my friend and I talked to him did he decide to give the guy a chance. That's kind of beside the point. So I tried keeping in touch and being a good friend and hang out and stuff, but he always had something to do or his boyfriends friends to hang out with. Eventually I just gave up. I believed that if our friendship was that important to him then he should have tried to make more of an effort. Now after a couple of years we have started seeing each other at a friends parties, we are cordial but I don't go out of my way to make myself available to him. But he kind of hints that he wants to at least maybe hang out some time. I don't know how I feel about this. Well I do know how I feel about it, I don't feel like I want to. I think that maybe there is still a bit of anger that he would have let our friendship fade when we were supposed to be best friends. I know, I know what your thinking. He was dating someone he needed his space. But that was sooooo not the case. If you want details you will have to ask in person because I don't feel like putting them all on here. I just don't think I want to put any more effort than I already had into that friendship. Sometimes its just better to let it be what it was. One of my good friends told me " It is what it is until its not!" So I don't think I can move on from what happened to our friendship and I am happy with the friends I have now. It may be mean but I cant change how I feel about it. At least not right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-4997606956665895344?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/4997606956665895344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=4997606956665895344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/4997606956665895344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/4997606956665895344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-do-you-do-if-x-friend-returns.html' title='What do you do if an X friend returns???'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-8903140958072542343</id><published>2007-11-15T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:47:46.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>English YAY!! Math not so much.</title><content type='html'>I took my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;assessment&lt;/span&gt; test today for college. I was a little nervous but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; so bad. I found out that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eligible&lt;/span&gt; for honors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; and that I am a idiot when it comes to math. I am not surprised, I expected to do bad. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; bad. Its been a very long time since I last really used any math other than basic crap. I am at glad that I at least scored really well in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. I think I would have been really upset with myself if I did badly in that. So I may be an idiot in math but I make up for it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;! Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-8903140958072542343?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/8903140958072542343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=8903140958072542343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8903140958072542343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8903140958072542343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2007/11/englishyay-math-not-so-much.html' title='English YAY!! Math not so much.'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-4673793635246145036</id><published>2007-11-13T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T08:41:47.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When neighbors become ex neigbors</title><content type='html'>This past week end I hung out with my ex neighbor's and good friends Diego and Ricardo. Its been over a month since they moved out and it still sucks that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; stay. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; do much other than play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;skipo&lt;/span&gt;, sorry and chat but we had a good time. It made me realize how much I miss them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; right across the hall from my place. I know they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; that far away, but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; like I can just jump to their door and be a pain in their ass like I used to be able to. Cory always told me that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; bother them so much. I told him if they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want me bothering them that they would tell me to go away. I hope whenever the new neighbors move in they will be as cool as they are. Actually what I really want is another gay couple or single gay, preferably guys, to move in next door. So if you are planning on buying a place talk to me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-4673793635246145036?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/4673793635246145036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=4673793635246145036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/4673793635246145036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/4673793635246145036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-neighbors-become-ex-neigbors.html' title='When neighbors become ex neigbors'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-5895176165607107856</id><published>2007-11-09T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:02:36.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>I have enrolled in school. I am a little nervous just because I have not been in school in about 10 years. I feel like a real dork just because I feel like maybe I should have started this years ago and just let it go. I still feel like I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what I want to go to school for. I keep looking at these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; majors and none of them click in my head and say this is what I will do with my life. Its a bit freaky to be 27 now and still be so confused about where I want to go. I am glad that I am at least going to start. Everyone always tells me to at least start taking classes and then you will find out what you want to do. I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I am doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-5895176165607107856?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/5895176165607107856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=5895176165607107856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/5895176165607107856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/5895176165607107856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-862065730481014618</id><published>2007-10-31T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:05:21.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Halloween fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZfE3DLru8No/RykFwVLQ9gI/AAAAAAAAAAc/51H9fwaxAmI/s1600-h/shasta+gift"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127635978614273538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZfE3DLru8No/RykFwVLQ9gI/AAAAAAAAAAc/51H9fwaxAmI/s320/shasta+gift" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZfE3DLru8No/RykFb1LQ9eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4YvYgbjT9Ek/s1600-h/shasta+gift"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our building has an annual costume contest in the lobby. All of the offices are encouraged to dress up and come down. This year only two of my fellow coworkers dressed up. One dressed up as a gift. Shasta actually came up with the idea and made it herself. It was really creative and she should have taken first place in the costume contest but received second place. First place was taken by this stupid vampire pirate girl. LAME! She only won because she had on some crazy contacts that made her eyes look all weird. She has already worn them, she won last year because of them. No creativity! My friend was gypped! I told Shasta that we would go jump her and take the $100 gift certificate since it was rightfully hers. The other girl should have been disqualified since she had already sort of used that costume last year. Maybe next year If I am a bit bitter about loosing a costume contest she will help me retrieve my gift certificate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend Melissa also dressed up today (sort of) and is mad at me about her outfit. She was supposed to come as a gypsy. Instead she came in and wanted to be a lion like I had first told her to be. She has a lot of hair and is she made it big and had some lion ears, smokey eyes and a tail I thought it would be great. Well she comes to work in all tan and wants to be a lion after all and wanted me to make her into a lion. I didn't know what to do. She made her own ears and then painted her nose and whiskers. She ended up looking like a mouse. Jerry to be exact, you know the mouse from the Tom and Jerry cartoons. Not because she had a very good mouse costume but because she was all in tan. I think she is mad because she wanted to really look like a lion after all. Maybe she should have come as a gypsy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-862065730481014618?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/862065730481014618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=862065730481014618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/862065730481014618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/862065730481014618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween fun'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZfE3DLru8No/RykFwVLQ9gI/AAAAAAAAAAc/51H9fwaxAmI/s72-c/shasta+gift' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-1738951125533473229</id><published>2007-10-24T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:16:44.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>San Diego on fire</title><content type='html'>All week we have been dealing with fires going on around the county. Its a little bit freaky, luckily the fires are not close enough for us to have to evacuate. Work was closed Monday and Tuesday, so I spent most of my time at home flipping back and forth from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;channel's&lt;/span&gt;  watching the news. The air has been bad all week but today its a bit worse. As I walked to my car pieces of ash were falling. I hope that it gets better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-1738951125533473229?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/1738951125533473229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=1738951125533473229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/1738951125533473229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/1738951125533473229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2007/10/san-diego-on-fire.html' title='San Diego on fire'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-3895339812563068273</id><published>2007-10-11T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:31:03.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Blurry Contacts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today I woke up and realised I should open up some new contacts. I think its been over two weeks since I changed them. On the way to work my left eye kept bothering me. It felt like something was in my contact. Then I taught that something was on my sunglasses so I am sticking my finger in my eye trying to move around my contact, and cleaning my glasses. Once I get to work I am still freaking out about my eye. I think I may have wasted an extra right eye contact by accidentally putting it in my left eye. So I am in the elevator checking by putting my hand over my right eye while looking through my left eye. OH MY GOD,Its blurry! I am freaking out now thinking I did stick my right contact in my left eye. So I call Cory at home to ask him to count how many contacts are left in the boxes. He tells me there is a 5 in each box. So what the hell did I do??? I know I didn't reuse an old one. But I have no idea what contact I have in my eye. Then Cory tells me oh and you have an unopened contact sitting on the counter. So my dumb ass has just been rubbing my eye and freaking out because I forgot to put in my left contact. Great! lol. It makes me feel sooo smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-3895339812563068273?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/3895339812563068273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=3895339812563068273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/3895339812563068273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/3895339812563068273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2007/10/blurry-contacts.html' title='Blurry Contacts'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-8737395909381320736</id><published>2007-10-05T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:31:33.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thaughts'/><title type='text'>Homing Pigeons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was walking back from picking up my lunch today when a whole bunch of rats with wings fluttered and landed in my path. Like everyone else around I looked around to see if any were flying above me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I did not want to get shit on or touched by these gross animals. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amway's&lt;/span&gt; I walked past the pigeons and started thinking about how these birds can be used to send &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;messages&lt;/span&gt;. I wondered how do you train them to fly somewhere and fly back? I picture a pigeon with a string tied to its legs and a man holding the piece of string leading it wherever you want it to go. Like what you did with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt; bug when you were a kid!!! Maybe that was just my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; family, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know. That is the only way I can think of training the thing to go to places. I cant get it out of my head so I had to look it up. I came up with sites but nothing really explaining what you must do. Also I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to spend money on getting this question &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;answered&lt;/span&gt; so I started getting discouraged when I kept getting sent to sites to buy a book on training them. Why wont anyone just tell me. I guess I am left to imagine that yes I am right people tie strings to pigeons and walk them around as they fly to train them to come back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-8737395909381320736?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/8737395909381320736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=8737395909381320736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8737395909381320736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8737395909381320736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2007/10/homing-pigeons.html' title='Homing Pigeons'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-9110786672758836629</id><published>2007-10-03T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:55:20.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Me + Early Morning = Not Nice</title><content type='html'>I had to take my boyfriend to the airport today at 6 in the morning. Hes going to New York for a conference.  I also had to be to work 7 today because my coworker called me last night and said that his daughter was sick. So Cory (my boyfriend) wakes me up at 5:55 to get him to the airport. He is already running late. This puts me in a bad mood because It leaves less time for me to stay in my nice hot shower. So I am pissy.  Why couldnt he ask a friend to take him to the airport?? Why do I always have to be the one getting up early to take him? Then I remember oh yeah I am his boyfriend and I should be nice about this. Plus I wont get to see him for 5 days! So I let it go and am just driving dreaming of my nice shower. I get home and I have 5 minutes to take care of the dogs, take a shower, and get out the door.  Oh and then Cory missed his flight, luckily he was able to get on another flight. Good for him, I might have had to get pissy again about having to get up early and him staying. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-9110786672758836629?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/9110786672758836629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=9110786672758836629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/9110786672758836629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/9110786672758836629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-early-morning-not-nice.html' title='Me + Early Morning = Not Nice'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-3848827003000770648</id><published>2007-10-02T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:30:08.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lottery Ticket'/><title type='text'>Satan's Lottery Ticket</title><content type='html'>I went to a wedding this week end and at each table they had placed a lottery scratcher for each person. Really cute idea, I love the chance of winning something. I was the only one at my table that actually won! There was a problem though. On this lottery ticket you had three chances to win, all you had to do was match up three numbers in a row and you would win the prize specified. I matched up one row and won another ticket, but my number was the number six. I asked if anyone wanted it because I know I probably wont turn it in for my winnings. But no one would take it because it bore the dark mark. lol. I took it home and it is probably going to sit on my dresser until it falls behind it or my boyfriend throws it away. I have been thinking about it today and maybe the devil will make me rich in exchange for my soul and the gods have planned it this was just to see how it would play out. Maybe they are all up there laughing waiting for me to cash it in and become a millionaire. Maybe I should go home at lunch time and cash it in for my new ticket. Really what am I waiting for?? I should tell my boss my destiny is waiting and leave right now to turn it in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-3848827003000770648?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/3848827003000770648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=3848827003000770648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/3848827003000770648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/3848827003000770648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2007/10/satins-lottery-ticket.html' title='Satan&apos;s Lottery Ticket'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340723952714893110.post-8309192495175709928</id><published>2007-09-28T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:30:29.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thaughts'/><title type='text'>Fake jeans are a no, no!</title><content type='html'>Maybe its me but I cant stand when people wear those things that look like jeans but are not. I see them unusually on people the are getting to their 50's. Maybe I am just making more of it than I should but its soooooooo wrong. Maybe when I am 50 I will look back on this and see why I was wrong in saying that people should not be wearing them. But at this moment I cant. Just cant help it. Sorry to all you fake jean wearing people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340723952714893110-8309192495175709928?l=elynca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/feeds/8309192495175709928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340723952714893110&amp;postID=8309192495175709928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8309192495175709928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340723952714893110/posts/default/8309192495175709928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elynca.blogspot.com/2007/09/fake-jeans-are-no-no.html' title='Fake jeans are a no, no!'/><author><name>Elynca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770108451090875733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsB6d3OVars/RxbpawMS2aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEotPHWg6s/s320/Lunch_Decisions.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
