<?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-30998203</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:02:31.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachie's Random Rambles</title><subtitle type='html'>Random....  Random....  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Bowling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team = 3 Fingers &lt;br /&gt;Members = Cravens Sisters, Collier Brothers &amp;amp; Bra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final days of a 20-something.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-6380916460471299611?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/6380916460471299611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=6380916460471299611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/6380916460471299611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/6380916460471299611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2009/01/countdown-to-30.html' title='Countdown to 30'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-3183248776872177887</id><published>2009-01-15T11:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:54:44.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Leah</title><content type='html'>I will try harder ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-3183248776872177887?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/3183248776872177887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=3183248776872177887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/3183248776872177887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/3183248776872177887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-leah.html' title='For Leah'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-1225932591258872249</id><published>2008-11-26T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:50:22.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roasted Red Pepper Dip</title><content type='html'>better 2nd time around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-1225932591258872249?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/1225932591258872249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=1225932591258872249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/1225932591258872249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/1225932591258872249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2008/11/roasted-red-pepper-dip.html' title='Roasted Red Pepper Dip'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-4977469161703082883</id><published>2008-08-21T16:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:52:08.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer Goggles &amp; Drunk Dialing/Messaging</title><content type='html'>Just as bad in online dating as in real people dating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-4977469161703082883?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/4977469161703082883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=4977469161703082883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/4977469161703082883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/4977469161703082883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2008/08/beer-goggles-drunk-dialingmessaging.html' title='Beer Goggles &amp; Drunk Dialing/Messaging'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-4910680207321439863</id><published>2008-08-05T08:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:20:01.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self (and any other single person frustrated with the dating scene)</title><content type='html'>Never under any circumstances e-mail/call/text/(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;courier&lt;/span&gt; pigeon) someone with whom you have split from.  There's a reason why you split.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-4910680207321439863?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/4910680207321439863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=4910680207321439863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/4910680207321439863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/4910680207321439863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2008/08/note-to-self-and-any-other-single.html' title='Note to self (and any other single person frustrated with the dating scene)'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-340495713963218276</id><published>2008-08-05T08:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:15:59.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There are few things better....</title><content type='html'>than waking up on a Tuesday morning on a rainy day.  Hoping in the shower &amp;amp; washing the softball dirt off from the night before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a long shower this morning.  I brushed my teeth, removed my leftover mascara &amp;amp; then......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above my bathroom mirror sat a bat.  shut in the bathroom with me for about 20 minutes now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think I'm refusing to go home)  I may live in my now $7000 Taurus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-340495713963218276?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/340495713963218276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=340495713963218276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/340495713963218276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/340495713963218276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-are-few-things-better.html' title='There are few things better....'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-9088670063206219265</id><published>2008-07-27T23:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:47:58.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How NOT to impress</title><content type='html'>in on-line dating there are a few things I think one ought not do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of those things would be 1) post pictures of your plethera of adopted cats and dogs (no single person needs more than 2 pets max)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) post a picture of yourself wearing a Jagermeister t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Thanks"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-9088670063206219265?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/9088670063206219265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=9088670063206219265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/9088670063206219265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/9088670063206219265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-not-to-impress.html' title='How NOT to impress'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-7232463645945152062</id><published>2008-07-23T09:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:41:24.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Copying Dre.....  again</title><content type='html'>The rules are simple: one word answers to 40 questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your cell phone?  desk&lt;br /&gt;Your significant other? who?&lt;br /&gt;Your hair? curly&lt;br /&gt;Your mother? betty&lt;br /&gt;Your father? steve&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite time of day? dinner&lt;br /&gt;Your dream last night? none&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite drink? booze&lt;br /&gt;Your dream goal?   happiness&lt;br /&gt;The room you’re in? office&lt;br /&gt;Your ex? flakey&lt;br /&gt;Your fear? bats&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be in six years? seattle&lt;br /&gt;What are you not? decisive&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite meal?   sushi&lt;br /&gt;One of your wish list items? ipod&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you did? im'd&lt;br /&gt;Where you grew up? midwest&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing?   clothes&lt;br /&gt;Your TV is?   off&lt;br /&gt;Your pets? dead&lt;br /&gt;Your computer?   charging&lt;br /&gt;Your life? busy&lt;br /&gt;Your mood? exhausted&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone? ex&lt;br /&gt;Your car? garage&lt;br /&gt;Something you’re not wearing? perfume&lt;br /&gt;Favorite store? grocery&lt;br /&gt;Your summer? hot&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite colour? orange&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you laughed? yesterday&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you cried? may&lt;br /&gt;Your health?   fine&lt;br /&gt;Your children?   none&lt;br /&gt;Your future? exciting&lt;br /&gt;Your beliefs? hopeful&lt;br /&gt;Young or old?  young&lt;br /&gt;Your image? artsy&lt;br /&gt;Your appearance? tired&lt;br /&gt;Would you live your life over again knowing what you know? abso-fucking-lutely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-7232463645945152062?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/7232463645945152062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=7232463645945152062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/7232463645945152062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/7232463645945152062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2008/07/copying-dre-again.html' title='Copying Dre.....  again'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-2491756697123695527</id><published>2008-07-23T09:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:15:57.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt Lick, KY</title><content type='html'>I was assuming it was one town over from Big Bone Lick, KY.....  apparently wikipedia tells me this fair city had a population of 342 in 2000 and encompasses a whole .8 square miles 50 miles East of Lexington. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has anyone ever seen Deliverance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is why I am saying "No, thanks" to the 24 year old man from Salt Lick that just "winked" at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but....  in his defense....  if there are only 342 TOTAL people to choose from - online dating is understandable - I guess.  I would just move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-2491756697123695527?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salt_Lick,_Kentucky' title='Salt Lick, KY'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/2491756697123695527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=2491756697123695527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/2491756697123695527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/2491756697123695527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2008/07/salt-lick-ky.html' title='Salt Lick, KY'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-1812121248598969084</id><published>2008-07-21T19:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:26:39.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Dating</title><content type='html'>I'm all signed up and registered as of Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't necessarily understand the concept of going out on a date if you don't want to be in a relationship - so I decided to take the leap into the pool of serious daters that are online. Flakes need not apply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date 1 = Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to use my online blog to update all my friends on this process....  so if I suddenly disappear without notice - this may serve as a tool to record my last where-abouts &amp;amp; figure out which sunsets &amp;amp; candle light loving man was just posing as a hopeless romantic in oder to chop me up in tiny bits and dump my bits into the ohio river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, Round one....... Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-1812121248598969084?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/1812121248598969084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=1812121248598969084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/1812121248598969084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/1812121248598969084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2008/07/online-dating.html' title='Online Dating'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-3166150969823042212</id><published>2008-07-17T08:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:47:41.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>meme's the word - copying dre</title><content type='html'>i was tagged by &lt;a href="http://conversations-with-self.blogspot.com/"&gt;dre&lt;/a&gt; to do this meme, so here we go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what was i doing 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....  I was 19 - summer after my freshman year at Tennessee.  In July of '98 I was working at Lonestar Steakhouse in Dayton, OH..... learning how to line dance and falling in love with a boy named Johnny - though I waited until August (or maybe September) to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 things on my to-do list today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. make 20 phone calls&lt;br /&gt;2. put a few proposals together&lt;br /&gt;3. babysit my nephews&lt;br /&gt;4. iron my outfit for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;5. 100 crunches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snacks i enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;unhealthy variety:&lt;br /&gt;pringles or cheeze-its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;healthier options:&lt;br /&gt;celery &amp;amp; PB/Granny Smith &amp;amp; PB&lt;br /&gt;cucumber and hummus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;places i have lived, in order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Carmel, IN&lt;br /&gt;Pittsburgh, PA (McMurray, PA)&lt;br /&gt;Centerville, OH&lt;br /&gt;Knoxville, TN&lt;br /&gt;Martinsville, IN&lt;br /&gt;Bloomington, IN&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte, NC&lt;br /&gt;Cincinnati, OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 things i would do today if i were a billionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1.  pay off all debt for myself, close friends and family&lt;br /&gt;2. buy a house in &lt;a href="http://www.mtadamstoday.com/index.php"&gt;Mt. Adams&lt;/a&gt; (to live), Seattle (to vaycay), Chicago (to visit)&lt;br /&gt;3. set aside money for my boys (my nephews) college, &amp;amp; my retirement (which I can only imagine will happen sooner than later since I am a billionaire)&lt;br /&gt;4. take the rest of the day off and go to a spa&lt;br /&gt;5. buy a REALLY nice pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a lot to do in one day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag no one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-3166150969823042212?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/3166150969823042212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=3166150969823042212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/3166150969823042212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/3166150969823042212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2008/07/memes-word-copying-dre.html' title='meme&apos;s the word - copying dre'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-290729970511294639</id><published>2008-06-10T16:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:07:47.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite quote</title><content type='html'>If you can’t be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-290729970511294639?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/290729970511294639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=290729970511294639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/290729970511294639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/290729970511294639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-favorite-quote.html' title='My new favorite quote'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-8888704713857700006</id><published>2008-06-02T10:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:04:28.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love working on campus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kz3KRqacygQ/SEQZettulQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/66PsAfNllQc/s1600-h/unicycle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kz3KRqacygQ/SEQZettulQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/66PsAfNllQc/s320/unicycle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207315084605297922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I get to work for an awesome university right in the middle of campus - but I can walk through the football stadium on my way to pick up a cup o joe.....stop and watch the boys practicing (Shirts vs. Skins) and turn to see a girl ride by on a Uni-cycle.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-8888704713857700006?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/8888704713857700006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=8888704713857700006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/8888704713857700006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/8888704713857700006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-i-love-working-on-campus.html' title='Why I love working on campus'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kz3KRqacygQ/SEQZettulQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/66PsAfNllQc/s72-c/unicycle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-487438382408281076</id><published>2008-05-13T13:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:44:52.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Preparation....</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while.  Just dusting off the keyboard in anticipation of something worth sharing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-487438382408281076?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/487438382408281076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=487438382408281076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/487438382408281076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/487438382408281076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-preparation.html' title='In Preparation....'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-2007045612982906408</id><published>2008-03-11T22:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:09:54.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. FedEx Man</title><content type='html'>Knocked on my door this afternoon approximately 2pm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently i looked a bit disheveled (I didn't realize to what extent) because he asked, "Did I wake you up from a nap?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly confused at first but knowingly not amused I replied, "No.  I just look like this."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-2007045612982906408?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/2007045612982906408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=2007045612982906408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/2007045612982906408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/2007045612982906408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2008/03/mr-fedex-man.html' title='Mr. FedEx Man'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-1999390595413721910</id><published>2008-03-10T23:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:19:44.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel = 26</title><content type='html'>So, I have now started hosting/waiting tables at a local establishment that I love.  Funny thing - the first question I seem to be getting is "where/are you in school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm out of school people seem to think I'm 24ish so I lie &amp;amp; tell them I'm 26.  It works for me!  YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-1999390595413721910?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/1999390595413721910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=1999390595413721910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/1999390595413721910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/1999390595413721910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2008/03/rachel-26.html' title='Rachel = 26'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-2103908695867970225</id><published>2008-03-06T15:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T15:47:46.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployment....</title><content type='html'>I think when you file for unemployment your name goes into a pool for creditors that think they'll make you feel better if they send you the "You're pre-approved" letters in the mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make me feel better.  It just annoys me.  I got 3 from the same company today and 5 overall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-2103908695867970225?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/2103908695867970225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=2103908695867970225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/2103908695867970225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/2103908695867970225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2008/03/unemployment.html' title='Unemployment....'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-9021064422236581865</id><published>2008-02-13T18:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:11:04.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a new job</title><content type='html'>because 2 weeks ago I lost my current one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I should be submitting my resume to agencies all over town (and other cities alike) but apparently (as if I didn't already realize this) I am extremely lazy.  It's either that or depression that keeps me in bed or on the couch napping all day.  So I'm making a resolution &amp;amp; anyone that reads this - feel free to hold me to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a new job.  Don't know exactly what that is yet, or what I want it to be b/c honestly right now I'm a bit burnt out on the bullshit politics of most companies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Will got me a book, "100 Bullshit Jobs...and how to get them" Funny enough the first one listed is Advertising Executive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the people I have worked with (that have been "successful" in my industry I realize that I will &amp;amp; could not ever be that person.  I think because I have too much emotion &amp;amp; I wear it on my face.  You can easily read if I am, Happy, Annoyed, Depressed, Angry, etc.  So I am less than eager to jump back into that pool yet.  I LOVE advertising, but now it's becoming a question of how much of myself I am willing to sacrifice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see.  Please offer suggestions, leads, advice, etc.  Until the I will be updating my resume &amp;amp; in the meantime finding a job at a local tavern b/c I cannot allow myself to be unemployed (+ unemployment doesn't provide a whole lot of comfort for a single person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-9021064422236581865?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/9021064422236581865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=9021064422236581865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/9021064422236581865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/9021064422236581865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2008/02/looking-for-new-job.html' title='Looking for a new job'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-4015697983498922774</id><published>2007-12-26T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T22:41:20.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>Of my Springboard to Marrairage Status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey is engaged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalk another one up Bobby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-4015697983498922774?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/4015697983498922774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=4015697983498922774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/4015697983498922774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/4015697983498922774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/12/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-1018968228727213809</id><published>2007-11-15T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:12:03.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to INDIANA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, sounds exciting right - wait for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to spend 10 days with my folks in Indiana at their house which receives absolutely no cell phone reception.  EVEN MORE EXCITING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I am looking forward to 10 days in solitude.  Avoiding my "so called life" (I had to use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HOTT&lt;/span&gt; Jared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Leto&lt;/span&gt; reference there). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But - Life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Rachel has been less than desirable lately so I am VERY excited to take a break from it.  Less than desirable by no means means less than busy.  I am a busy girl.  I need a break.  Granted it be 10 days with my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken for granted what joy the lack of cell phone reception can bring....  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-1018968228727213809?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/1018968228727213809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=1018968228727213809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/1018968228727213809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/1018968228727213809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/11/off-to-indiana.html' title='Off to INDIANA!!!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-1098083339655793473</id><published>2007-11-13T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:17:41.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit Stinky</title><content type='html'>Stupid &lt;a href="http://conversations-with-self.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stinky&lt;/a&gt; tagged me &amp;amp; I have no one to tag.  &amp;amp; it's been a while since I have blogged.  Maybe this is a good thing seeing as how I need to make a few changes in my life.  Maybe I will start blogging more.  God knows I have enough built up inside me that I need to share with the world.  So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - RANDOM (what else am I really going to put here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Alcohol is the first thing that comes to mind but I should probably put something more constructive like......  ARTIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - CREATIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - All I can think of is &lt;a href="https://www.huntington.com/"&gt;Huntington Bank's &lt;/a&gt;stupid new Ad Campaign...  so I guess I will be HIGH YEILD (maybe I'm not all that Creative after all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - ELUSIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - LAZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I have no one to tag.  putt.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-1098083339655793473?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/1098083339655793473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=1098083339655793473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/1098083339655793473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/1098083339655793473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/11/dammit-stinky.html' title='Dammit Stinky'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-3097444694043935451</id><published>2007-08-31T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T14:51:01.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>Cris, my Sister-N-Law was a mentor for this boy Daniel. He grew up in an underprivileged household &amp; Cris spent time with him over the years &amp;amp; helped give him the support &amp; guidance he needed... and he was a great kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I only met him once, he was in my brother &amp;amp; Cris' wedding back in 2002. He was 14 or 15 &amp; could not have been happier to be there - smiling, laughing, dancing. It seemed he didn't know a stranger &amp;amp; took us all in as his family. This is the only memory I have of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cris told me he had gotten accepted to Cincinnati State &amp; I remember thinking what a great impact I thought she had on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister told me last night he had been killed &amp;amp; today I found &lt;a href="http://news.enquirer.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070830/NEWS01/308300048/-1/all"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article. He was 19 years old. I don't really know the details, the rumor is he had turned a guy into the police. Guy just recently got out of jail &amp; came after him. End result, Daniel gets shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a weird feeling I have right now. I want to cry. I am so angry. I just have the image of him in his cornrows &amp;amp; tux dancing at my brother &amp; Cris' wedding. Everyone loved him that night. It's just so sad, to know a good person, and to know his life was taken away from him so prematurely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Cincinnati has been strange for me.  Especially living in a few of the neighborhoods I've been in.  I have lived on a street where there were more than the occasional murder within a mile of the house.  I became slightly numb to it.  I knew what intersections I should not drive through after dark.  And what gas stations not to stop at.  Hearing about the 78th murder of the year didn't seem to shock me when it came on the news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this news saddens and angers me.  I wish people didn't have to live this way.  People shouldn't have to live this way.  How can you grow up &amp; think that killing someone is how you resolve a problem?!?!  Unfortunately, it's all some people know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the two men arrested will spend the rest of their lives paying for what they did.  Though that doesn't make me feel any better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-3097444694043935451?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/3097444694043935451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=3097444694043935451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/3097444694043935451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/3097444694043935451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/08/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-8808736653272218406</id><published>2007-08-06T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T14:44:28.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two of my favorite people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kz3KRqacygQ/RrdrW-h_38I/AAAAAAAAAAc/jiXnVML57ns/s1600-h/poutyfaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095659545879896002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kz3KRqacygQ/RrdrW-h_38I/AAAAAAAAAAc/jiXnVML57ns/s320/poutyfaces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bubbies:  Big Ben &amp; Lil' Nicky showing off their bottom lips.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE being an aunt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-8808736653272218406?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/8808736653272218406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=8808736653272218406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/8808736653272218406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/8808736653272218406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/08/two-of-my-favorite-people.html' title='Two of my favorite people'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kz3KRqacygQ/RrdrW-h_38I/AAAAAAAAAAc/jiXnVML57ns/s72-c/poutyfaces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-3883424076030023024</id><published>2007-08-06T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T14:39:38.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CASE DISMISSED!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Phew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 months of bitching &amp; stressing about my Monday morning court date - it's over.  With a Fortunate Rachel Outcome: Dismissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.  Yay, Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going to try to not do anything stupid - or put myself in stupid situations for the next little while.  I can't handle the stress.  Or the financial obligations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I caught one lucky break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-3883424076030023024?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/3883424076030023024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=3883424076030023024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/3883424076030023024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/3883424076030023024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/08/case-dismissed.html' title='CASE DISMISSED!!!!!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-2346039931135628397</id><published>2007-08-03T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T21:29:46.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; My Unfortunate Friends</title><content type='html'>I think there are a few of us who have all encountered unfortunate &amp; uncomfortable situations/circumstances over the past few weeks.  Of some of my dear friends.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: A Lost Job &amp; a broken foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: A 5 car pile up on the freeway that caused a totaled car &amp; an irregular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hearteat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three:  An abnormal Dr's visit thus resulting in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uncomfotable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colposcopy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four:  White matter &amp; an upcoming visit to the neurologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...  tonight I am praying for you all (and myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all extremely strong &amp; have been proven to overcome difficult times in our lives.  So I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;truely&lt;/span&gt; worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: Another job has been found &amp; broken bones will heal (given appropriate time &amp;amp; care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two:  Cars can be bought &amp; the ignorant asses insurance should cover both auto &amp;amp; medical damages (&amp; a sense of relief hopefully will lighten the irregularity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three:  Dr had done 50 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;colpscopys&lt;/span&gt; that week, "a dime a dozen" as a precautionary procedure (although it would have been nice if new nurse hadn't dropped the cervix sample on the floor to which a SECOND sample would have been avoided).  Awaiting the Biopsy - to which we remain positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four:  Not too sure I have all the details - awaiting a trip to the neurologist.  To which I pray is just irregular...  but if there is something more....  I know my friends &amp; I will all be extremely supportive do anything we can to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND - we will all deal with what has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dealt&lt;/span&gt; to us...  because, that's what we do.  And that is why i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; LOVE these people.  My best friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us may whine, bitch or repress....  but we are all here for one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you kiddies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-2346039931135628397?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/2346039931135628397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=2346039931135628397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/2346039931135628397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/2346039931135628397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/08/me-my-unfortunate-friends.html' title='Me &amp; My Unfortunate Friends'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-8245403575793035468</id><published>2007-07-26T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:44:18.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Clowns out there</title><content type='html'>who knew they had an official website?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-8245403575793035468?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.clownpants.com/' title='For the Clowns out there'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/8245403575793035468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=8245403575793035468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/8245403575793035468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/8245403575793035468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-clowns-out-there.html' title='For the Clowns out there'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-805674166819855399</id><published>2007-07-24T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T10:26:09.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm starting early today.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/?p=2049"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; my intern office mate expressed her distress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I miss old Lindsay Lohan, I loved The Parent Trap...even later...... &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0377092/"&gt;Mean Girls &lt;/a&gt;was an EXCELLENT movie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all have our own tastes.... or lack there of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-805674166819855399?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/805674166819855399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=805674166819855399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/805674166819855399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/805674166819855399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/07/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day!!!!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-6970027840733039238</id><published>2007-07-24T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T09:08:02.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is National Drive Thru Day</title><content type='html'>Who knew?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to honor Mr. &lt;a href="http://www.jackinthebox.com/"&gt;Jack-in-the-Box&lt;/a&gt; who opened the first drive thru in San Diego in 1951.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the guy that works the late night shift at said restaurant on the southside of Charlotte.  He was always so spunky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...  and side note....  I heart &lt;a href="http://www.guster.com/"&gt;Guster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-6970027840733039238?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/6970027840733039238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=6970027840733039238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/6970027840733039238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/6970027840733039238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-national-drive-thru-day.html' title='Today is National Drive Thru Day'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-5562918963708559928</id><published>2007-07-19T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:29:20.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...  Okay then</title><content type='html'>So - I have subjected myself to the "Beckingham Palace" and the "we shall see" if David plays.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond me - I have watched the Victoria Special &amp; found that I do find her quite humerous - I think I may love her new reality show.  I find myself a bigger fanov Victoria than I ever did w/ "Spice Girls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria - you rock!  And you have SO much support here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-5562918963708559928?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/5562918963708559928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=5562918963708559928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/5562918963708559928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/5562918963708559928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-okay-then.html' title='Well...  Okay then'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-2185241960531779222</id><published>2007-07-17T20:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:45:26.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Of The Day</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately - I cannot comment on th Intern Quote Of The Day b/c I was pre-occupied w/ a Dental Appointment this morning (which proved more pleasurable than painful considering the looks of my new dentist) I then ha about an hour w/ interns before I left for a rather uncomfortable visit w/ a male - girl doctor - then back - for an afternoon w/ the interns.  Lucky for me all conversation dealt with - their new cars &amp; harry potter &amp;amp; such - but nothing painful...  despite the fact that my coffee mug full of Dark Chocolate M&amp;amp;Ms was needless to say - less than as full as I left it yesterday @ 5.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-2185241960531779222?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/2185241960531779222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=2185241960531779222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/2185241960531779222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/2185241960531779222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/07/quote-of-th-day.html' title='Quote Of The Day'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-3120771119649171164</id><published>2007-07-16T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T10:59:08.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intern Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Because I am easily amused - I have started a new game @ my company &amp; here is my first contribution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm....  I am not a big fan of things with exoskeletons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in reference to a dead roach in the hallway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-3120771119649171164?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/3120771119649171164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=3120771119649171164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/3120771119649171164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/3120771119649171164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/07/intern-quote-of-day.html' title='Intern Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-333669749755742932</id><published>2007-07-06T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:35:04.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck On These</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kz3KRqacygQ/Ro586HDtQdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LXyd4PcoF8E/s1600-h/BallsBag.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084138367116722642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kz3KRqacygQ/Ro586HDtQdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LXyd4PcoF8E/s320/BallsBag.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as my friend dre &amp; i were chatting about how much we dislike the opposite sex at the moment, she used one of my favorite phrases which inspired me to google. End result: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-333669749755742932?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/333669749755742932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=333669749755742932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/333669749755742932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/333669749755742932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/07/suck-on-these.html' title='Suck On These'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kz3KRqacygQ/Ro586HDtQdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LXyd4PcoF8E/s72-c/BallsBag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-6561291797241126834</id><published>2007-06-22T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T18:28:39.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kz3KRqacygQ/RnxM95muedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iZ65GQQUL6U/s1600-h/notice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079019106086058450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kz3KRqacygQ/RnxM95muedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iZ65GQQUL6U/s320/notice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/30998203-6561291797241126834?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/6561291797241126834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=6561291797241126834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/6561291797241126834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/6561291797241126834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/06/funny.html' title='A Funny'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kz3KRqacygQ/RnxM95muedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iZ65GQQUL6U/s72-c/notice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-2783494128195171535</id><published>2007-06-20T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:59:52.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HI!  Guess WHAT?!?!</title><content type='html'>Guess what I found out tonight.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mateo = Matthew: is getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next May. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that makes... hmmmmm...let me think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe (married)&lt;br /&gt;Mike (engaged - tho I never really dated)&lt;br /&gt;John (married w/ 1 child (that I know of))&lt;br /&gt;Scott (hottie scottie)&lt;br /&gt;Rob (29yr olds are HOT - 2 kids)&lt;br /&gt;Mattehw (apparently NOW engaged)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (who we hope 3rd time a charm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-2783494128195171535?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/2783494128195171535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=2783494128195171535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/2783494128195171535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/2783494128195171535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/06/hi-guess-what.html' title='HI!  Guess WHAT?!?!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-8036620995036896442</id><published>2007-06-20T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T18:08:22.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Very Good Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-8036620995036896442?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lucidcafe.com/library/pearls.html' title='Some Very Good Advice'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/8036620995036896442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=8036620995036896442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/8036620995036896442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/8036620995036896442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-very-good-advice.html' title='Some Very Good Advice'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-2808235954943300425</id><published>2007-06-19T02:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T02:49:43.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Optimist vs..........  well, ME......</title><content type='html'>Well.... How to look at my world.  I'm Torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where shall we begin....  I can only think of my Senior year in High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had earned 2 varsity letters in soccer.  My 3rd (senior) I was apparently not good enough.  FINE.  I'll deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st year in college:  Break up with the love of my life. (turns out he marries one of my fellow frieds/teammates a few years later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophomore year - Meet John, fall in love again.......  fall off &amp; on for 4 years. (We take a break &amp;amp; he introduces me to his new pregnant girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny - well - he just earns an (ongoing) book of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte - Bad move for Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cincinnati - Robert Vance Hefner...........  hmmmm...  embarrassed to say I fell for the rockstar character that found a 19 year old w/in the month we broke up &amp; now has 2 babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO - If you all wonder why I may be bitter &amp; a bit cold.......  this is some brief background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cincinnati now.............    we shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-2808235954943300425?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/2808235954943300425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=2808235954943300425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/2808235954943300425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/2808235954943300425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/06/optimist-vs-well-me.html' title='The Optimist vs..........  well, ME......'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-8334539631710827345</id><published>2007-06-19T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T01:45:50.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY ME?!?!  Go Figure...</title><content type='html'>So....  My mother has always called me "unlucky"...  for I am the one that always seems to happen upon misfortunes - like tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, June 18th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit.  MMM...BEER is awaiting their first playoff game.  We decide to show up @ 8 even though our game isn't until 9:15.  (We are good friends w/ the team playing before us who has somehow recruited 16 - 22 years olds as their cheering section)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - so this has been annoying &amp; obnoxious on one or more occasions - but we just use it as fuel to beat this team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that other teams just find it plain annoying (which it is) &amp; decide that they will do the responsible thing &amp;amp; call the police.  They state that the team in green sitting on the bleachers is drinking &amp; acting obnoxious at the park (where it is illegal to have alcohol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(UN)fortunate for myself &amp; my team - we are lime green sitting on the set of bleachers next to the (kelly green)  16 year olds.  I had been talking to my dear friend ann &amp; decided I was going to put my shoes on.  Upon return the police showed up &amp; I mocked the underaged children that ran as I sat.  Then, up walks a police lady &amp; asks if I would step aside &amp;amp; show her my ID.  "Sure" I think to self, as I had not had a beer (in about 30 minutes) &amp; walk along side her.  Well............  turns out she, "saw me drinking a beer &amp; hide it when she walked up".  Well, as I sat shocked yelling, "NUH UH!!!" in my defense, she sat writing me a ticket for an "open container".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story gets very long &amp; drawn out from here.  I had a few lawyers on my side, but in being honest I convicted myself unknowingly - or so I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It basically does not matter what you say to an officer when you are in trouble - for one time only it has worked to my advantage - but in many other instances - it has been me, taking any &amp; all blame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts:  It was not my cooler.  I did not buy beer.  I was not drinking.  I was not driving.  Boo-YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet...  somehow........  she chose me.  out of 30 others - she chose me &amp; ryan (who was next to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The douche that called the cops to get the 18 year olds in trouble apologized to me as I was getting cited (for the second time)...  "Geee, THANKS!" was all I could muster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...  here I sit.....  wondering why I was chosen to receive my....  2nd "convicted" minor misdemeanor, when I was doing nothing wrong!!!! (In accordanc to Cincy PD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to rip up my first tiket &amp; cite me for alcoholic beverages in a park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure - I brought the cooler (which does not belong to me) but I am not responsible for what others put in it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how my truth holds up in court on 6/28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate going to court.  I think I've had enough already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THE DOUCHEBAGS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-8334539631710827345?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/8334539631710827345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=8334539631710827345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/8334539631710827345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/8334539631710827345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-me-go-figure.html' title='WHY ME?!?!  Go Figure...'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-39600780894070243</id><published>2007-03-15T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:21:13.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>did I really?</title><content type='html'>did I really just write a pathetic blog about a first date?  YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I really write a blog about cats with thumbs?  again...  YES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-39600780894070243?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/39600780894070243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=39600780894070243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/39600780894070243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/39600780894070243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/03/did-i-really.html' title='did I really?'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-4266786908213103020</id><published>2007-03-15T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:17:47.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a date Friday night!</title><content type='html'>a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night first date....  should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I am a little excited.  I haven't had a Friday night first date in....  well, it's been a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my friend Mark told me a few weeks ago that he had this guy he wanted to set me up with.  me, "Okay" - I'm game.  I'm single.  Mark's girlfriend, my friend Janet tells him, "You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink."  or something along the lines of....  "put them both in the same place &amp; if they drink, they drink."  Regardless....  Last Saturday night we all met at the watering hole &amp; I must say I took a big gulp.  Okay - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; with the horse-water metaphor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO....  what was my classy line of the night you ask?  Well...  it began with the story of me giving a homeless man a cigarette &amp; taking a quarter from him on the way in.....  then there was the Frenchman from Kentucky (which was HYSTERICAL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;.  I can't really remember why....  but he made my abs hurt)....  then - there was the closing.  I didn't give the handsome man my phone number (b/c that would be the easy thing to do) no, I said, "Mark has it, If you want it, you know where to get it".  Apparently I am going to use this more frequently.  Or, maybe I'll just use my friends to set me up with tall, handsome, curly-headed, smart, eligible bachelors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kid took the hint &amp; called me last night (he had to wait the appropriate 2-4 days) &amp;amp; asked me out to dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit.... in anticipation of 7:30 Friday evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-4266786908213103020?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/4266786908213103020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=4266786908213103020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/4266786908213103020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/4266786908213103020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-date-friday-night.html' title='I have a date Friday night!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-6446923676306847498</id><published>2007-03-07T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T11:50:28.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official!</title><content type='html'>I have done nothing today. Actually - that's not entirely true.... I have accomplished nothing today. I think it may be that SO many things happened yesterday that I am today recouperating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/06/2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Got up early &amp; make coffee before work (this is HUGE) - OH, I also put on make-up for work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Had my first meeting w/ my new Client (hence the reason I put on make-up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Found out my ex (one of many) now has 2 sons &amp;amp; has entered himself in the Professional Wrestling circut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- got the results back from my MRI (Tibial Plateau fracture) NO SURGERY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pete Yorn, Aqualung &amp;amp; Dreamboat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-6446923676306847498?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/6446923676306847498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=6446923676306847498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/6446923676306847498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/6446923676306847498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-1277838807355417446</id><published>2007-02-09T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:02:04.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apple Tree</title><content type='html'>It's an apple tree. The most wonderful, beautiful and good women are the best apples, so they grow at the very top of the tree, where they can get the most sunshine.  But they are the least often picked apples, because men get scared as they climb higher and higher on the tree. They are scared they are going to fall off and get hurt in reaching for the best, most beautiful apple, so they settle for the less than great apples, that aren't growing at the very top. But one day, that very brave man comes along, and decides that climb is worth it, even if he falls and gets hurt. So...you are just one of the best. And you are right, no one strong or brave enough has come along yet. But you are 28 years YOUNG. There is so much ahead of you that you can't even fathom right now. So just keep growing at the top and grabbing all that sunshine...you don't want someone who won't make the climb =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Cass - you are very wise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-1277838807355417446?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/1277838807355417446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=1277838807355417446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/1277838807355417446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/1277838807355417446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/02/apple-tree.html' title='The Apple Tree'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-1437685003816342575</id><published>2007-02-07T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T01:18:36.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>after my last "summary"...</title><content type='html'>I decided to send the guy I dated for 6 months an e-mail asking him "Why am I still single?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!  I'm SO dumb.  &amp; the response I got was dumb.  &amp; now I'm okay with it all - funny enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!!!  The response however was tormenting.  The same stupid bullshit response when he told me he wanted to be "just friends" &amp; I didn't get it.  Because I thought it was a bull shit response.  BUT NOW - I realize....  It's just a bull shit response!!!!  AND I GET IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARITY - FINALLY!!!!!!  YAY ME!!!!  I'M 28 - SINGLE - AND FABULOUS - YET MEN DON'T WANT TO DATE ME BECAUSE THEY DON'T WANT TO GET HURT!!!!  If only I were a fighter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What-ev.  I'm not the easiest of people to date.  I guess it all boils down to finding a strong enough man to handle my antics....  as of yet, I suppose I have only met the weak.  Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-1437685003816342575?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/1437685003816342575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=1437685003816342575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/1437685003816342575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/1437685003816342575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/02/after-my-last-summary.html' title='after my last &quot;summary&quot;...'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-7386451780457980992</id><published>2007-02-02T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T01:18:37.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUCH!</title><content type='html'>I made the BAD summary.. of assuming I was okay - after listening to a Ryan Adams set list...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-7386451780457980992?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/7386451780457980992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=7386451780457980992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/7386451780457980992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/7386451780457980992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/02/youch.html' title='YOUCH!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-8491527690583376779</id><published>2007-02-01T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T11:02:00.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Fuck!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>I hate blogging.  There's some stupid fucking ERROR message when I try to open my page.  THEN blogger tells me to enter in some code: bX-vjhbsj  when I contact them &amp; tell them about the problem &amp;amp; exactly what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mr. Blogger, I tried to log into my fucking page - that's what I was doing - I was typing.  &amp; then I spent 15 minutes trying to find a "Contact Us" or "Report a Problem" link.  Guess what?  I couldn't find one.  It would be convenient if a link came up along side the "Error" message - but that would make too much sense.  SO, Blogger....  I have a problem &amp; my error code is listed above.  Please fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!  (Sorry, am in a bit of a bitchy mood this morning)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-8491527690583376779?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/8491527690583376779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=8491527690583376779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/8491527690583376779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/8491527690583376779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-fuck.html' title='What The Fuck!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-6937650103806794281</id><published>2007-02-01T03:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T04:03:31.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I sent it!</title><content type='html'>Yes.  I wondered why I was single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just sent a message to the last man that dated me &amp; asked him why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate... Pathetic...  Maybe...Yes....  Definitely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT - why?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why had I dated this man for 6 months before he told me, "We should just be friends" &amp; then spend a weekend of acting more than "just friends" pretending it would work itself out  &amp; then hope he would want to date me again later?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I am hopeless &amp;amp; naiive &amp; stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I am still single.  Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-6937650103806794281?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/6937650103806794281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=6937650103806794281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/6937650103806794281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/6937650103806794281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-sent-it.html' title='I sent it!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-4484797430379329269</id><published>2007-01-30T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T12:28:38.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mysterious Trash Can Snatcher</title><content type='html'>So, I was a bit irked 2 weeks ago when I turned to my trash can,  throwing a pile of papers into...well onto what was now the floor.  hmmm....  where could that little devil have snuck off to?  Under my desk?  Nope.  Under my co-workers desk?  Nope.  Accross the hall?  Nope.  It seems my receptical has vanished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the hall thinking outloud, "Who steals a trash can?!?!!?"  When my co-worker asks, "Yours is gone too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the past 3 weeks - 6 trash cans have gone missing.  SIX!  Who steals 6 trash cans?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I am being told it's the same person that urinated in our periodical closet last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GA-ROSS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-4484797430379329269?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/4484797430379329269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=4484797430379329269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/4484797430379329269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/4484797430379329269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2007/01/mysterious-trash-can-snatcher.html' title='The Mysterious Trash Can Snatcher'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-116475501302362269</id><published>2006-11-28T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T18:03:33.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A peeve</title><content type='html'>Alright - so I understand my friends don't want weird people posting comments on their blogs.  What bothers me about that is that now I have to type in WXRNLAPS in sguiggly letters if I want to comment.  For a normal person - this may seem insignificant.  But for Princess - slightly dyslexic Princess - special Princess - it's hard sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-116475501302362269?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/116475501302362269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=116475501302362269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116475501302362269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116475501302362269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/11/peeve.html' title='A peeve'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-116474021129225305</id><published>2006-11-28T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T13:56:51.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats with Thumbs</title><content type='html'>who knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-116474021129225305?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.messybeast.com/poly-cats.html' title='Cats with Thumbs'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/116474021129225305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=116474021129225305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116474021129225305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116474021129225305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/11/cats-with-thumbs.html' title='Cats with Thumbs'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-116458668901887560</id><published>2006-11-26T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:18:09.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY I LOVE BEING ME!</title><content type='html'>BECAUSE....I love the city &amp; love everything it has to offer. I love REDS games. I love BENGALS games. I love visiting my brother, sis-n-law &amp;amp; nephew in the burbs. I love my sister &amp; her friendship. I love playing flag football every week. I love watching football in the fall. I love driving 2 hours to see my folks. I love that I have no cell reception at my folks. I love the country &amp;amp; all the simplicity it has to offer. I love going to country wineries. I love seeing friends I haven't seen in years. I love spending time in Chicago - just to spend time with friends. I love driving 4 hours to Knoxville to see my VOLS lose (OKAY - I lie - I don't LOVE this) but I love that the person I went with had a great time - and I can learn some humility. I love that I have friends ALL over the US. I love that I moved to Ohio &amp;amp; am able to be a part of my nephew's lives. I love that my sis-n-law asked me to paint the mural for my nephews room. I love that my family loves me no matter what. I love the fact that I am just that cool. I rock. For those of you that haven't realized that yet - I'm sorry - but I rock. ACTUALLY - I FROCK! (my ode to johnny)SO - if you can't love that.... you can't love me.KISSES!Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-116458668901887560?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/116458668901887560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=116458668901887560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116458668901887560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116458668901887560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-i-love-being-me.html' title='WHY I LOVE BEING ME!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-116442260925894762</id><published>2006-11-24T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T21:43:29.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am thankful for....</title><content type='html'>My Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 4 day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that no matter where I go... I will ALWAYS forget something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green bean casserole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little bub, ben &amp; the way he makes a "choo-choo" sound when he sees a trian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents house that is surrounded by water &amp; no cell service. (my solitude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends that send me text messages at my parents house knowing I may not get it for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy at NAPA who fixed my windshield wiper hose &amp; charged me $1.40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother's face when we endulge her with some wine &amp; her refusal to put the glass down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ability to appreciate the little dipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana wineries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persimmon pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ma &amp;amp; Pa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-116442260925894762?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/116442260925894762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=116442260925894762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116442260925894762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116442260925894762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='What I am thankful for....'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-116215634580458198</id><published>2006-10-29T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T16:12:25.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....</title><content type='html'>Looks like I'm moving to North Dakota......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-116215634580458198?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/116215634580458198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=116215634580458198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116215634580458198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116215634580458198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/10/well.html' title='Well....'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-116215465209104225</id><published>2006-10-29T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T15:44:12.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could there be a better climax...</title><content type='html'>After my FABULOUS weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night - I have the man I want tell me he's falling for me and I say "No you're not"&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon - get a text message from said beau saying, "Let's just be friends"&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening - to bummed to go out &amp; to annoyed to be around people in general&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning - go to pick up my sister &amp;amp; have her hand me my longest lasting favorite pair of sunglasses i let her borrow the previous night &amp; open up the case to see my glasses - SANS RIGHT LENS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed - what else could I do?!  She didn't intentionally pop out the lens.  &amp; I jinxed myself by telling her - "Yes.  You can borrow my glasses - but they are the most expensive glasses I have ever owned - so you CANNOT lose them." Also, $50 by me is expensive (&amp; I think I was just more proud of the fact I have kept them unscathed for the past 8 months that I became attached)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just the perfect summary to my life - a disppointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&amp; If my Bengals lose this game to the fucking falcons.....  I may just move to North Dakota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-116215465209104225?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/116215465209104225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=116215465209104225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116215465209104225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116215465209104225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/10/could-there-be-better-climax.html' title='Could there be a better climax...'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-116209094972273649</id><published>2006-10-28T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:02:29.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Stay Single: (The Rulebook According to Rachel)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a man – fall in love – break up with him because you both are too young to be in this serious of a relationship (let’s face it – when you are 19 – this probably is the realistic thing to do)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a man – fall in love – continue the relationship for 4 years (with a few mutual breaks) – break up with him because you don’t think he’ll know that you’ll eventually have to schedule a day to clean screens after you are married &amp; have a house (ahhh… my 23 yr old rationale) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a man – a bad man – move 10 hours away from him (this was my attempt to forget about #2 who was marrying his pregnant girlfriend)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quit trying to find Mr. Right (b/c at this point we are sure he doesn’t exist) &amp;amp; settle for Mr. Right now (b/c at least you’ll have someone to go to dinner with)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a man – a very bad man – break up with him after you finally realize (what all of your friends have been telling you for months) that you probably shouldn’t be with a man that makes you cry on a daily basis (&amp; ditched you the morning he was supposed to meet your family for Thanksgiving)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morn the loss of another failed relationship for the next six months (when #5 finally moves to Toledo w/ his 19 year old pregnant girlfriend)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a man – a great man – date him for months &amp;amp; then become bitter when he ditches you in Chicago  (then agree to never talk to the other again)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Refuse the attempt of trying to find a decent man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a man – begin to fall for him – push him away before he can hurt you &amp;amp; in turn – hurt yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give up……. (begin visiting pet stores in order to start Plan B: becoming the crazy old single lady with her 43 cats)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-116209094972273649?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/116209094972273649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=116209094972273649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116209094972273649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116209094972273649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-to-stay-single-rulebook-according.html' title='How to Stay Single: (The Rulebook According to Rachel)'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-116114294065456679</id><published>2006-10-17T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:42:20.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A 6 Month Guarantee?!?!!?</title><content type='html'>I just saw...  Match.com is advertising a 6 month guarantee - If you don't meet your match w/in 6 months - your next 6 months are free - or some other equally pathetic &amp; annoying guarantee.  I wonder if this gives me legitimate reason to call those men that wasted - 2, 1 or 4 years of my life &amp; ask them to be reinbursed.  ya think?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-116114294065456679?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/116114294065456679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=116114294065456679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116114294065456679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116114294065456679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/10/6-month-guarantee.html' title='A 6 Month Guarantee?!?!!?'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-116018574617876544</id><published>2006-10-06T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:49:06.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HA HA HA!!!  Sarah's ALABAMA Boyfriend!!!!</title><content type='html'>(from our trip to Alabama ((Dothan, Anniston, Muscle Shoals)))&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/3262/1600/Sarah"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/3262/320/Sarah%27s%20Bama%20Boyfriend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-116018574617876544?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/116018574617876544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=116018574617876544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116018574617876544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/116018574617876544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/10/ha-ha-ha-sarahs-alabama-boyfriend.html' title='HA HA HA!!!  Sarah&apos;s ALABAMA Boyfriend!!!!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115984575293681732</id><published>2006-10-02T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:22:32.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Bachelor!</title><content type='html'>Okay, until tonight I have never felt such a desire to apply myself to be the next participant in "The Bachelor".  Never would I ever attemp to consider myself in such a role until I saw them walking to their new "dream boat" from 10 feet of gravel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario for Princess Snooty P:  I would have stumbled getting out of the limo then would have WIPED out (head first) as I reached out my hand to future dreamboat.  &amp; I must say - I would have turned the most FABULOUS shade of fuscia &amp;amp; have won the prince over with my uncomfortable shade of "OH-MY-DEAR-GOD-WHAT-AM-I-DOING!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may tell others out ther WHY I am 27 &amp; single...  Judge me at your will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115984575293681732?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115984575293681732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115984575293681732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115984575293681732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115984575293681732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-bachelor.html' title='The New Bachelor!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115975814068872683</id><published>2006-10-01T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:02:20.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my Jimmy-Thang!</title><content type='html'>He left today, for Europe, for TWO MONTHS!!!!  Since I talk to my man about 3 times a day on average - I am a bit concerned about how I am going to cop for the next 2 months (I'm selfish).  I talked to my James last night at 12:30 am.  I asked him to call me from the airport this morning....  I haven't talked to him since 12:30 am....  I'm sad.  even sadder to know not when I will speak to him again!  I miss him already - my best friend.  my james.  my jimmy-thang.  woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he comes back with a grecian delight i swear to god i will rip off his toenails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115975814068872683?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115975814068872683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115975814068872683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115975814068872683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115975814068872683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-miss-my-jimmy-thang.html' title='I miss my Jimmy-Thang!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115924523031777500</id><published>2006-09-26T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T00:33:51.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to My Andrea...</title><content type='html'>It's not about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been laying here trying to go to bed, thinking about Miss Andrea's last "Conversation With Self" &amp; knowing how badly I relate to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as I lie here - I am choosing to say NO!  It's not you &amp; it's not me.  We are NOT single b/c we are not good enough &amp; we are NOT just the stepping stones for the poor ignorant shmucks that date us &amp; then go on (immediately following) to have babies or get married.  The only reason that has happened to us is because we were too strong to be with those men.  They couldn't handle us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &amp; I are.... yes, maybe a bit jaded, but we are also very strong independant spirits &amp;amp; it is going to take a Whole lot of a man to be able to support us.  &amp; that is nothing to be ashamed of.  And it is certainly not something to get down on yourself about.  but...  I do it too, and from now on...  I am going to try very hard to NOT make that same mistake.  I have chosen men poorly. &amp; who am I kidding, I'm sure I will make a few more mistakes in the future.  That's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're out there.  A man for you &amp; a man for me.  But if they aren't....  that's okay, too.  I'd rather be single with fabulous friends than with a man who occasionally makes me feel, "Okay" with myslef. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to settle.  &amp; I hope to GOD that you never do either.  But I don't see that happening....  It's not in your character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115924523031777500?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115924523031777500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115924523031777500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115924523031777500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115924523031777500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/09/ode-to-my-andrea.html' title='Ode to My Andrea...'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115897824075151191</id><published>2006-09-22T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:24:00.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Alabama!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's so Sweet about it....  I even had an Alabamian tell me that Ohio was a great state b/c it "Begins w/ an O, ends with an O, and OH MY GOD!!!"  If you don't get it...  it's okay, because when Johnny Holland (whom I will explain about later) told me this, I stared at him with my Oh-so-obvious-blank-stare-of-utter-confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:  So, we begin on Tuesday, with a flight to Dothan, Alabama.  I got to the Cincinnati airport @ 7:45 for an 8 am conference call &amp; sat there until I found out my flight had been cancelled.  SO, after a flight from CVG to Louisville, Louisville to Atlanta, &amp; Atlanta to Dothan…. I was there – Dothan, AL (apparently it’s the peanut capital of the world &amp;amp; YES – I picked up a mug at the 2 gate airport gift shop that proves that statement)….  Ahhh…  Dothan……  (they have Love Bugs &amp; for those of you that don’t know the Love Bug – It’s basically a 2 headed lightning bug – that’s what it looks like – b/c apparently all Love Bugs do is mate.  Up the butt from the looks of it.  They attach their rear ends together &amp; stay that way….apparently until they lay eggs &amp;amp; die.)  BUT, I think the best part about Dothan was getting a 12 pack &amp; sitting outside @ the Holiday Inn pool w/ our recording studio buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:  Goal to leave, 10am from Dothan for our 4.5 hour drive to Anniston, AL.  So….  11:30 we leave.  Take an hour break to check our e-mail  @ the Montgomery Kinko’s.  SO, as we rush to get to our next recording session, we realize our Recording crew has gotten themselves lost while enjoying a margarita.  We make it, just in time, get ready &amp; are happy to see that our engineers show up to save our evening.  After another long night, we relaxed sitting on the patio enjoying the local musician playing on the patio &amp; then invited her over to play a little longer with us.  I will forever have my co-worker Sarah singing Patsy Cline in my head (girl can sing) &amp; the I tested my pipes on an acoustic rendition of Rocky Top that turned out much better than I would have ever expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:  We leave @ 9:30 am &amp; drive from Anniston to Florence, AL – which is actually MUSCLE SHOALS!!!!!  I didn’t realize how big a deal Muscle Shoals actually was.  I knew I had heard of Muscle Shoals….but not exactly sure how.  Then I walked into FAME studio.  Which was built in 1960-70 something &amp; HAS NEVER BEEN RENOVATED – but it doesn’t seem to matter by the Alabama, Tim McGraw, Rascal Flats &amp;amp; every other country/blues artist that has ever been to Alabama.  Insert Johnny Holland – a singer/songwriter that is just WAY too open about anything &amp; everything that has ever happened in his life.  A good ‘ol Alabama boy that was apparently born in Indiana (but by the sound of his accent could have only lived there for a month or two of his life – unless he started out in southern IN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up staying at the FABULOUS Marriott in Florence.  Spent out one given free hour checking e-mails &amp; working from the fabulous pool.  Then returned after the session &amp; had dinner @ the 360 degree restaurant.  After a  $170 dinner that included a Bison Sirloin, Filet, Asparagus, Gouda Grits,  3 glasses of Noir/Coors light for Sarah &amp; a Basil &amp;amp; Ginger Crème Brulee (WOW), we decided it was time to retire.  I love corporate expenses (by the way we also took out the District Manager &amp; a few Pharm Reps out for dinner ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4:  7:30 am, leave beautiful Florence, drive 2.5 hours in the rain to Birmingham to fly back to my Sweet Home OHIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh…..  I never thought I would be SO excited to drive across the Ohio river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to admit – Alabama is somewhat beautiful surrounding Birmingham &amp; north – but I did become a little bit annoyed w/ all the Robert Trent Jones Golf signs.  But….  Home sweet  home…  the sweetest place is definitely where your heart is…. &amp; for the first time in a long time… (maybe for the first time)  my heart is in Ohio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115897824075151191?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115897824075151191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115897824075151191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115897824075151191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115897824075151191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-from-alabama.html' title='Back from Alabama!!!!!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115768627084746030</id><published>2006-09-07T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:31:10.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Dip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/3262/1600/CHICAGO%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/3262/320/CHICAGO%20075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH - How I Love Annie's Hubby!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115768627084746030?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115768627084746030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115768627084746030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115768627084746030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115768627084746030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-to-dip.html' title='How to Dip'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115768603519758980</id><published>2006-09-07T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:27:15.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Make a Kissy Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/3262/1600/CHICAGO%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/3262/320/CHICAGO%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're GORGEOUS baby GORGEOUS!!!!  Me on the other hand...well, I'm just GEORGEOUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115768603519758980?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115768603519758980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115768603519758980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115768603519758980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115768603519758980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-to-make-kissy-face.html' title='How to Make a Kissy Face'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115768519009907572</id><published>2006-09-07T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:13:10.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog for Blogging's Sake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/3262/1600/CHICAGO%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/3262/320/CHICAGO%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while. &amp; I'm not quite sure what to Blog about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... what have I been doing.... hmmm.... well, there's always Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor Day weekend, I took the MegaBus (which I highly recommend for any of those going to Chicago - HIGHLY). The only complaints I had was about the girls behind me talking about how fabulous the Archaeology tour is of Chicago. It hurt, but I refrained from saying, "OH, It's AWESOME! Isn't Frank Lloyd Wright Just the BEST Archaeologist EVER!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the soft spoken (yet always speaking) Phlegm-a-nator on the way home. I don’t know how any of the 18 different people he was talking to didn’t hang up on him. In the midst of conversation he would hock up a loogie w/out as much as an apology to the person on the other end of the line. Anyone that knows me knows that I don’t do loogies – the sound makes me GAG! So, when (eh-hemm) I hear someone in front of me (Hergh hergh hergh) hacking all the way (HER-HER-HERRRRRR) HHH-ome. I become, well, less than (HUUUUACK) amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, watcha gonna do? It was a $25 bus ride to Chicago &amp;amp; I got to sleep for the first 3 hours! Not too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let’s see if I can insert my FUN TIME pictures!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115768519009907572?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115768519009907572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115768519009907572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115768519009907572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115768519009907572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-blog-for-bloggings-sake.html' title='To Blog for Blogging&apos;s Sake...'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115613438744357794</id><published>2006-08-20T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T00:26:27.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Stupid Bitch"</title><content type='html'>So....  whilst gamblin.... AT A (catholic) CHURCH FESTIVAL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win the first 4 hands in Black Jack - I'm having myself a good 'ol time....  the dealer once (after I busted) forgot to take my chip...  when I noticed - I told the dealer (after my sister told me I should) "um...  sir, I busted, you forgot to take my chip - I'm in church." (to wich the guy to the left of me replied, "Damn, he forgot to take mine too" &amp; shoved his chips ahead.  Then I had to reply, "My apologies, we're in a Catholic church, someone has to make everyone else feel guilty about something!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO....  we're playing along.... I get a 6 and a 3 in my next hand.  I ask my sister, "So, What do you think will happen if I stay on a 9?" &amp; then tell the dealer I'm staying.  He laughed. &amp; Then i hear from my right (from a woman gambling with us) "What  a stupid bitch!" I glance at my sister, &amp; role my eyes, hear her "Sigar daddy" say, "Please be Quiet" &amp;amp; she replies, "but she's a Stupid Bitch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the hand - as most of you would have guessed - I could have cared less about that dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, as I laughed at myself (&amp; thought about throwing that 800 number at the woman who was WAY to obsessed w/ gambling) I put in my next dollar bet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband (sugar daddy) mocked me the next hand when he suggested that I hit on my 2 tens that I had been dealt.  &amp; in a proper mode I responded, "I'm not stupid.  but I apologize for not taking church league gambling as seriously as others".  We left the table shortly there after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they (to me) = pathetic (and very annoying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to debate who the "Stupid Bitch" is?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will ROCK YOUR WORLD!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115613438744357794?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115613438744357794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115613438744357794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115613438744357794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115613438744357794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-stupid-bitch.html' title='&quot;You Stupid Bitch&quot;'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115569731242124314</id><published>2006-08-15T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:01:52.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Friend Andrea!</title><content type='html'>From now until the end of time you will be to me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tha Girl With Gum On Her Shoe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I say that with nothing but love.  You Frock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115569731242124314?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115569731242124314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115569731242124314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115569731242124314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115569731242124314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-dear-friend-andrea.html' title='My Dear Friend Andrea!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115526788689708103</id><published>2006-08-10T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:44:46.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm....  what to say?</title><content type='html'>well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago i was terrified b/c i invited the boy to come to indiana w/ me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means NOT ONLY meeting the rents....  but meeting the best friends (which is WAY scarier - but WAY more fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the past few days I had a sense of terror.  I wanted to invite him but wanted him to initially say "No, I can't" to which I would have replied, "PHEW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today, he apologized b/c he would have liked to - but can't &amp; I found myself slightly disappointed.  It's obviously a lot of weight lifted off my shoulders but thought we would have a fun time - none the less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh?  watcha gonna do?  i will have fun w/ my friends &amp; i won't have the stress of bringing an unmentioned man to my parents house &amp;amp; do not fear the next 3 months of my mother asking about him &amp; what happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating is SO STRESSFULL!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115526788689708103?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115526788689708103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115526788689708103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115526788689708103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115526788689708103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/08/ummm-what-to-say.html' title='ummm....  what to say?'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115526704935054146</id><published>2006-08-10T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:30:49.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Octopus?!?!?!  Really?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wave3.com/Global/story.asp?S=5266689&amp;nav=0RZF"&gt;http://www.wave3.com/Global/story.asp?S=5266689&amp;amp;nav=0RZF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115526704935054146?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115526704935054146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115526704935054146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115526704935054146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115526704935054146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/08/octopus-really.html' title='An Octopus?!?!?!  Really?!?!?!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115509394788172890</id><published>2006-08-08T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:25:47.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW BOUT THEM REDS!!!!</title><content type='html'>after an ass-whompin last night - they were due for some revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes it even sweeter is 1/2 price tix &amp; dollar dogs @ the ballpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now really - what can top off a REDS win better than a ballpark dog &amp; ticket (which combined) are cheeper than the beer you have to wash it all down with.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh....  baseball.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115509394788172890?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115509394788172890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115509394788172890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115509394788172890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115509394788172890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-bout-them-reds.html' title='HOW BOUT THEM REDS!!!!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115509376483146444</id><published>2006-08-08T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:26:11.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be a jerk!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.enquirer.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060808/NEWS01/608080325/1077"&gt;http://news.enquirer.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060808/NEWS01/608080325/1077&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just wondering how many times this fall this will backfire &amp;amp; the drunk pissed off caller will actually be the one getting booted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115509376483146444?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115509376483146444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115509376483146444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115509376483146444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115509376483146444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-be-jerk.html' title='Don&apos;t be a jerk!!!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115462973224244655</id><published>2006-08-03T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T14:28:52.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This dern heat has GOT TO GO!</title><content type='html'>i can handle the 92 (yet feels like 99 degrees) heat outside - what I can't take is the humidity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachie has straight hair - walks outside - POOF!  instant curl ball.  it ain't pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...  how I long for October.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115462973224244655?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115462973224244655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115462973224244655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115462973224244655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115462973224244655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-dern-heat-has-got-to-go.html' title='This dern heat has GOT TO GO!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115439965805895406</id><published>2006-07-31T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:34:18.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Softballer - Revised</title><content type='html'>Yeah.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I wasn't to Amped to play softball tonight.  &amp; became even more un-inthused when my sister remembered to put the 3 players who weren't even @ the game yet on the batting list &amp;amp; forgot to put her SISTER (who was the first one @ the field) on the batting order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN - I went to play 2nd base...  2nd hit of the game - STRAIGHT to me.  I stopped it in front of me but failed to scoop it up - so when I managed to retreive it &amp; toss it to Mark(covering 2nd for me) I hit him - STRAIGHT in the jewels.  (Oops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO....  third play of the same inning....  a ball is caught - The guy on 2nd begins to run....3rd baseman gets the ball - tosses it to me - I drop it as the guy slides to 2nd &amp; step on his crotch.  "Well" I think to self, "At least I'm 2 for 2!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...  at this point - I am so frustrated w/ myself - I don't even want to play any more...  BUT - I do &amp; redeemed myslef w/ a fabulous catch in right feild!!!  "YAY ME!!!!!"  screams self - but I remain modest like I do this every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...  game over - still undefeated (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may stick around for the remainder of the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115439965805895406?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115439965805895406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115439965805895406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115439965805895406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115439965805895406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/07/softballer-revised.html' title='Softballer - Revised'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115429505930966754</id><published>2006-07-30T17:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T17:30:59.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Sitting...</title><content type='html'>3 dogs. 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes: Dog #1 throws up on the carpet.... Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel opens bottle #1 of vino &amp; puts in the movie Sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours: Dog #1 peed on the love seat &amp;amp; the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel opens bottle #2 of vino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 hours: Dog #1 shit on the rug by the door which Rachel didn't notice until she stepped in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel runs to Kroger to get more wine &amp; some dinner, puts in Sideways again (this house has one DVD - Chip &amp;amp; Dale Disney cartoon &amp; 5 TV chsnnels).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 hours: Dog # 1 peed AGAIN-in the same spot on the love seat while Rachel was in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel decides to take her wine 30 minutes north to hang out w/ her oh-so-cute snogging buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 hours: Dog #1 shat again over night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel wishes she had more wine here &amp;amp; reverts to ice cream &amp;amp; puts in Sideways..... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only presume it was the same dog (which unfortunately happens to be my favorite out of the 3) OH YA, She has also entered into a humping phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will now be retiring from my dog-sitting days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115429505930966754?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115429505930966754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115429505930966754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115429505930966754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115429505930966754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/07/dog-sitting_30.html' title='Dog Sitting...'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115405653024897287</id><published>2006-07-28T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:37:41.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boyfriend-Girlfriend Conversation.....</title><content type='html'>Alrighty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you all have read my panic about the questions that make me cringe (ie- last Sat w/ my new beau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... the beau calls me tonight (on his way home from the bar) &amp; says he wants to have a "serious" conversation with me. (my heart sinks w/ fear &amp;amp; i turn red w/ nerves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leads in with the, "I have SO MUCH FUN when I am with you &amp; love every minute I'm around you. We get along so well &amp;amp; I have so much to talk to you about. But I feel myself hesitating for some reason. My Brother &amp; Sister-N-Law absolutely LOVE you &amp;amp; my brother doesn't understand what my hang up is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Well, I think they're swell too" (making an uncomfortable nervous face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY - I am going to bring back the word SWELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... he goes on to say that he freaked out when the random chick on Sat asked if he was my boyfriend - HE ACTUALLY THOUGHT I PROMPTED HER TO GET HIS REACTION!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked how I felt &amp; I said, "Actually - that was one of the most terrifying moments of the night!!!! I felt awkward &amp;amp; uncomfortable &amp; honestly the only though going through my head was 'EEEEEEKKKKKK!!!!!!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised him I would NEVER prompt anyone to ask such a question (I’m not that girlie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s scared b/c he’s been burned. (like I haven’t)  I understand EXACTLY how he’s feeling &amp; I think we are totally freaking out about the same things.  SO – ALL-IN-ALL – it was a GREAT conversation. He’s not my boyfriend (but we’re working toward that) &amp;amp; we are at the moment being HONEST with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BOY…….. am I in the midst of a “mature relationship”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115405653024897287?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115405653024897287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115405653024897287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115405653024897287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115405653024897287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/07/boyfriend-girlfriend-conversation.html' title='The Boyfriend-Girlfriend Conversation.....'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115397173904264940</id><published>2006-07-26T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:42:19.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sober tonight.</title><content type='html'>just sharing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115397173904264940?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115397173904264940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115397173904264940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115397173904264940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115397173904264940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-sober-tonight.html' title='I&apos;m sober tonight.'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115384963362421486</id><published>2006-07-25T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T13:47:13.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(wow)</title><content type='html'>in an attept to slide my laptop to the corner of my desk - i in turn shoved myself &amp;amp; my chair (on wheels) into the wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115384963362421486?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115384963362421486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115384963362421486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115384963362421486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115384963362421486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/07/wow.html' title='(wow)'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115380099666652604</id><published>2006-07-25T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:16:36.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BTW.....</title><content type='html'>I HATE to admit this.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I am becoming one hell of a soft-baller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurl even made a hopping snag @ 2nd in the 6th inning for the 3rd out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO-YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.  Softball is amusing me.  OH!  I got myself into my first EVER pickle tonight.  Unfortunately when the ball came flying toward me (along w/ the man) I freaked out - the ball hit me in the hand - then bounced off my chest - then hit the guy in the foot before another man took over for me.  If this sounds dirty - it's intended to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO BEER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115380099666652604?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115380099666652604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115380099666652604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115380099666652604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115380099666652604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/07/btw.html' title='BTW.....'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115380058446966719</id><published>2006-07-25T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:09:44.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Where Oh Where Could My Stinky-kins Be?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>OH WHERE OH WHERE COULD SHE BE??!?!?!?!?!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss her terribly and the only unfortunate way I can seem to find out what is happening in her life is through her fabulous blog - which I completely enjoy - but makes me miss her.  In fact, I am missing ALL of my friends from Chi-town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a bit out of touch.  A) I just started a new job.  B) I haven't been to Chicago since April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115380058446966719?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115380058446966719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115380058446966719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115380058446966719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115380058446966719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-where-oh-where-could-my-stinky-kins.html' title='Oh Where Oh Where Could My Stinky-kins Be?!?!?!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115370242449512125</id><published>2006-07-23T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T20:53:44.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, is this your boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>Okay, in any new relationship there comes moments in time that are awkward &amp; uncomfortable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in example:  I took the guy that I have recently been dating (&amp; met through MySpace) to a couples baby shower @ a bar last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, my friends through a baby shower at a bar.  (it actually made it quite enjoyable) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am - introducing this new man in my life to a bunch of my friends (including my brother &amp; sister-n-law) when someone asks "How did you two meet?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's way of handeling this situation is to turn bright red &amp; ignore the question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, again from my right I hear, "Wait, how did you meet?  I didn't hear what you said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's response to this was, "That's because I didn't say."  I then went on to explain that he tastefully stalked me on MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought the hardest part was over.....  then we moved onto a par-tay.  Met some nice girl form Chicago &amp; she asked me, "So, this is your boyfriend?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel stuttering &amp; looking quite uncomfortable, "errrr, uhh....  errrr....." when mr. man jumped to my rescue, "We haven't really had that conversation yet...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this something that makes me cringe &amp; turn an unnatural shade of red? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I will be mature enough to be in a relationship.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115370242449512125?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115370242449512125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115370242449512125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115370242449512125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115370242449512125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-is-this-your-boyfriend.html' title='So, is this your boyfriend?'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115354113321163734</id><published>2006-07-21T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:05:53.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm...  crips?</title><content type='html'>So, I don't know too much about gangs. I'm a white girl that grew up in suburbia midwest - so inner city is a bit of a change for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what people don't realize about Cincinnati is how "pocketted" it is. I live on the corner of Million Dollar Old Money Mansions &amp; literal Projects. On Wednesday night - 2 people were shot (one died) within a football field of my present aboad @ 2 am. I took the trash out in the dark @ 5:30 am (while the police were within earshot investigating a homicide). This is something that I am becoming numb too (b/c after 2 months - I'm used to it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am not used to yet: So, at 11:30 tonight I ran to UDF down the street (not on the best street corner - but I've been there 847 times so it doesn't make me nervous). Well, I saw 2 cars parked....what I didn't see when I pulled in was the 10 kids hanging out just inside the door. They weren't buying anything or holding up the line so I thought nothing of the 10 kids all wearing matching outfits of XtraLong White T-shirts &amp;amp; Jeans - except fpr the one in the gold rim glasses that held the door open for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving - the Gold Rimmed boy held the door open for me again. I thanked him &amp; got into my car. I again looked inside at the group of boys still standing by the door. 10 of them - all 13 - 19 years of age - 6 of them wearing navy bandanas - all tied in the same fashion (which I hadn't noticed while walking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I in the midst of a gang?!?!?!? &amp;amp; was one of them curtious enough to hold the door open for a woman?!?!?!?! It was strange &amp; I honestly thanked GOD that I made it home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW.... I know Bloods are RED &amp;amp; Crips are BLUE - but how apparent are they still?!?!?! &amp;amp; how concerned should I be?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115354113321163734?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115354113321163734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115354113321163734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115354113321163734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115354113321163734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/07/ummm-crips.html' title='ummm...  crips?'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115327740893314295</id><published>2006-07-18T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:50:52.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother F'N A!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So.... As I am drying dishes - namely my favorite set of 4 wine glasses - I reach for a paper towel - while i have my ULTIMATE FAVOURITE glass in my hand - the polka dot one - I hit it on the bottom of the cabinet &amp;amp; crack it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! FUCK!!! FUCK!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am allowed to curse in these blogs, right? CUZ I'M GONNA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! FUCK!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putt....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115327740893314295?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115327740893314295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115327740893314295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115327740893314295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115327740893314295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/07/mother-fn.html' title='Mother F&apos;N A!!!!!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115324649253092044</id><published>2006-07-18T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T14:14:52.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Awesome Illustrator!</title><content type='html'>So, I was waiting for the elevator &amp; looked down onto the end table of the couch in our reception area. I noticed a magazine on the table with a familiar illustration style on the cover. I opened up the magazine to confirm my hunch. It was done by my friend, Mr. Ryan Ostrander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cincygentlemen.com/"&gt;http://www.cincygentlemen.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; his personal site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ryanostrander.com"&gt;www.ryanostrander.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check him out if you like - he's one hell of an artist! Congrats Rino!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115324649253092044?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115324649253092044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115324649253092044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115324649253092044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115324649253092044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-awesome-illustrator.html' title='One Awesome Illustrator!'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115323279176871015</id><published>2006-07-18T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T10:26:31.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>I am still so new - SO  i am practicing.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically this is "Bolgging for Dummies" &amp; I am el Dummy extraordinaire!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115323279176871015?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115323279176871015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115323279176871015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115323279176871015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115323279176871015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/07/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115267097476232431</id><published>2006-07-11T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:22:54.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm.....</title><content type='html'>Rachie is trying to figure this out - tis A LOT different than my MySpace blog &amp; I am trying to adjust....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what kicks ASS though?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting on my bed - typing on my new lap-top (actually not mine - my work one) but I LOVE IT!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115267097476232431?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115267097476232431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115267097476232431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115267097476232431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115267097476232431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/07/ummm.html' title='ummm.....'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30998203.post-115266985998062722</id><published>2006-07-11T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:04:20.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?</title><content type='html'>Can anyone hear me?  Is anyone out there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30998203-115266985998062722?l=princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/feeds/115266985998062722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30998203&amp;postID=115266985998062722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115266985998062722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30998203/posts/default/115266985998062722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-snooty-p.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello.html' title='Hello?'/><author><name>Princess Snooty P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077918996055259566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img93.imageshack.us/img93/6581/813272941m7qh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
