<?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-3391449</id><updated>2011-07-28T09:05:22.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Generic Titles Say So Much</title><subtitle type='html'>You tell me...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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              V&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>503</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-113449145134935621</id><published>2005-12-13T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T08:30:51.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See what happens when I try to be like everybody else?</title><summary type='text'>Anyone else imagining my iPod slowly tumbling down to the bottom of the ocean?Track by Tracking Number View Details View Details Status:   In Transit       Shipped to:   LOS ANGELES, CA, US   Shipped or Billed on:   Dec 12, 2005       Tracking Number:   1Z 472 78A D3 XXXX XXX X   Service Type:   EXPRESS   Weight:   .30 Kg  Package Progress:    Date/Time  Location  Activity    Dec 13, 20051:25 A.M</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/113449145134935621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/113449145134935621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113449145134935621' title='See what happens when I try to be like everybody else?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-112969758913055699</id><published>2005-10-18T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T21:53:09.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Sweetums.A hard exterior covers up the soft sweet center ofyour soul.  And you love to eat humans.SPECIAL TALENTS:Really big dance steps.FAVORITE MOVIE:"Big"QUOTE:"Wait for me!"LAST BOOK READ:"Taming Your Outer Beast"NEVER LEAVES HOME WITHOUT:Robin the Frog What Muppet are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112969758913055699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112969758913055699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112969758913055699' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-112921537259200757</id><published>2005-10-13T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T07:56:12.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You mean they weren't doing this already?</title><summary type='text'>I started to read this and thought, "So Yahoo had to get sued by 2 states before they would come up with this?"  I mean... Duh!Yahoo to Bar Minor-Adult Sex Chat Rooms By SAMUEL MAULL, Associated Press WriterWed Oct 12, 8:38 PM ET Yahoo Inc. (Nasdaq:YHOO - news) said Wednesday it will bar chat rooms that promote sex between minors and adults and restrict all chat rooms to users 18 and older.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112921537259200757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112921537259200757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112921537259200757' title='You mean they weren&apos;t doing this already?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-112913035909077497</id><published>2005-10-12T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:19:19.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The consumer wins again.</title><summary type='text'>The new housekeeper just asked my mom for $1000 cash for her family.  When she said no she asked for $500.  Wow that's going to be awkward going in the kitchen to get my toast out of the toaster oven.My Motorola v710 was involved in a class action lawsuit.  So now I can trade it in and get credit up to the purchase price for a new phone.  Yea.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112913035909077497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112913035909077497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112913035909077497' title='The consumer wins again.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-112581655697826936</id><published>2005-09-03T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T07:29:27.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can never get what I want.</title><summary type='text'>When your team is up 41 to 14 at the start of the 4th quarter you'd think it would be safe to spend 10 minutes driving home.  It doesn't matter how tired or worn out your kids are.  You just hold them hostage while you shout nonsense back and forth for a constant battle to get the last word in and apparently to be louder.Today we went to a Labor Day party at my cousin's house.  She's my second </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112581655697826936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112581655697826936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112581655697826936' title='I can never get what I want.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-112550598281569674</id><published>2005-08-31T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:33:02.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow work day</title><summary type='text'>I have questions about life.How do you think girls expect to support themselves?  Do you think there's a point where they decide they're going to get married and depend on their husbands for at least some support?Do you think that in a guy's future plans he ever considers that he might be supporting 2 people?  At what point do you think that kicks in?Do you think girls think that they'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112550598281569674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112550598281569674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112550598281569674' title='Slow work day'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-112500010424117001</id><published>2005-08-25T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T13:01:44.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excessive  Downloading  is  T H E F T !</title><summary type='text'>As a user of licensed library resources, you must comply with U.S. Copyright Law and the conditions of the license agreements.You can print, download, or save an article for research or teaching.You may not: - Systematically or excessively download, print or articles, movies, music - Share articles with unauthorized individuals at other insitutitions - Make content available on openly accessible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112500010424117001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112500010424117001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112500010424117001' title='&lt;font color = &quot;red&quot;&gt;Excessive  Downloading  is  T H E F T !&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-112318033239805535</id><published>2005-08-04T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T11:32:12.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McWardriving</title><summary type='text'>I tried to update yesterday from the McDonald's drive-thru, but there was no wifi to steal.The professor is 5 minutes late, how much longer do I need to sit here?Two people are "debating" Dred Scott.  The problem with the debate is, the girl knows absolutely nothing.  She's getting all her facts by asking questions to the guy she's debating with.  They are both idiots.Ok, now he's ended with, "So</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112318033239805535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112318033239805535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112318033239805535' title='McWardriving'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-112279152353819068</id><published>2005-07-30T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:32:03.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Costco wouldn't take my insurance so I ordered from 1-800-CONTACTS.  It kind of sucked and I don't think I'll do it anymore.That was totally random.  I just noticed the box lying around while I was waiting for Blogger to login, so that's why.My mother is snoring on the couch with the lights and TV.  I'm thinking I'll just say "fuck you," leave everything as it is and go to bed.  She sucks and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112279152353819068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112279152353819068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112279152353819068' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-112192921846676302</id><published>2005-07-20T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T00:05:58.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asses</title><summary type='text'>My new Manager is a total micromanager.So far in 2 days he's emailed more times than my last manager did in the previous 7 months!Whenever I leave my desk for a break or the 2 times I went to the printer today when I got back he was there asking why I wasn't at my desk.Yesterday in the first 3 hours I was at work he had emailed me 6 times.  Then 3 1/2 hours later we had a team meeting, and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112192921846676302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112192921846676302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112192921846676302' title='Asses'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-112153853704375618</id><published>2005-07-16T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T11:28:57.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SDCC Sux!</title><summary type='text'>First, the shuttle doesn't show up.  We wait, and wait.  The sign says every 8 minutes, but it lies.  After 22 minutes a shuttle drives by.  The sign says it's our shuttle.  I managed to read the name of our stop as it sped by completely full.  They could at least slow down and let us know it's full before barrelling by.  Then I missed the trolley because I had to go to 3 places that would change</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112153853704375618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112153853704375618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112153853704375618' title='SDCC Sux!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-112153057435928936</id><published>2005-07-16T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T09:16:14.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Fullerton Wireless</title><summary type='text'>FullertonWireless is a free wireless service of the City of Fullerton and its business community that provides Internet connectivity to visitors in downtown Fullerton. It complements wireless networks that have been installed in the City library branches and subscription hotspots in a limited number of chain outlets such as FedEx/Kinkos, Starbucks, McDonalds, and Burger King.Members of the public</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112153057435928936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112153057435928936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112153057435928936' title='Welcome to Fullerton Wireless'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-112153057265015653</id><published>2005-07-16T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T09:16:12.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Fullerton Wireless</title><summary type='text'>FullertonWireless is a free wireless service of the City of Fullerton and its business community that provides Internet connectivity to visitors in downtown Fullerton. It complements wireless networks that have been installed in the City library branches and subscription hotspots in a limited number of chain outlets such as FedEx/Kinkos, Starbucks, McDonalds, and Burger King.Members of the public</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112153057265015653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112153057265015653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112153057265015653' title='Welcome to Fullerton Wireless'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-112050483557842594</id><published>2005-07-04T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:20:35.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ok, I sell propane!</title><summary type='text'>4th of July, I don't have to work today or tomorrow, AND there's a King of the Hill marathon on.Now if only they would show an episode I haven't seen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112050483557842594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/112050483557842594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112050483557842594' title='It&apos;s ok, I sell propane!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-111954577330594477</id><published>2005-06-23T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T09:56:13.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><summary type='text'>After 30 minutes (thereabouts, I was late).  I was asked to accompany someone on a special project.  11 hours, 3 hours of in the car, paid lunch hour and per diem.  Woohoo!Oh yea, and I didn't have to be in the office.And I got to Fedex something to the Late Show.  I've seen it twice, but now I've sent them something other than a creepy fan letter.  Well, ok, I haven't sent a fan letter.I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111954577330594477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111954577330594477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111954577330594477' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-111835823418975916</id><published>2005-06-09T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:06:52.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STFU!</title><summary type='text'>I'm in the library right now listening to a girl talk very, very loudly on her cell phone about how incinsiderate her boyfriend is.  He does things that are fun for him but she just sits there because it's not fun for her.  Let's go back to the use of the word "inconsiderate," though.Hmm, it also seems they have sex but "he's not really much of a fucker."And now she has decided to break up with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111835823418975916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111835823418975916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111835823418975916' title='STFU!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-111717164569444471</id><published>2005-05-26T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T22:27:25.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am just sitting here trying to charge down my iBook so I can finally send back my recalled battery.Otherwise I have nothing to say.It was cool how they Fedex overnighted me the replacement.  I also like how they warned me not to let the battery run out unattended, seeing as how the batteries catching on fire is the reason for the recall.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111717164569444471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111717164569444471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111717164569444471' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-111587143664788185</id><published>2005-05-11T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:17:16.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Jeff Probst talks about his 'Survivor Sweetheart,' Thursday at 7:30.""Terrifying moments on Washington:Thousands flee the US Capitol Building, the White House and other government office amid fear that the nation's capital was under attack, again.  Good evening, I'm Bob Schieffer.  Everything's back to normal now, but before it was over, Washington went through its worst scare since 9-11.  We'll</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111587143664788185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111587143664788185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111587143664788185' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-111535643647367380</id><published>2005-05-05T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T08:01:13.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ER</title><summary type='text'>Have they even treated a patient yet?  Seems like so far it's just been the personal stuff that sucks so much.The show isn't called, "The personal lives of people who happen to work in the emERgency room."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111535643647367380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111535643647367380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111535643647367380' title='ER'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-111525784629994462</id><published>2005-05-04T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T18:50:46.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Your brain: 100% interpersonal, 60% visual, 40% verbal,  and 200% mathematical!  Congratulations on being 400% smart! Actually, on my test, everyone is. The above score breaks down what kind of thinking you most enjoy doing. A score above 100% means you use that kind of thinking more than average, and a score below 100% means you use it less.  It says nothing about how good you are at any one, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111525784629994462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111525784629994462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111525784629994462' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-111491416081897073</id><published>2005-04-30T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:22:40.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do it DC</title><summary type='text'>It is raining.  I would have gone to the WWII Memorial, but I don't have a jacket or umbrella.  Climbing the stairs to the Lincoln Memorial in the rain is the peak of my committment.  Afterwards I realized I would have to go back again to see the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial too.  I give.Riding back in the cab I realized how everything in this city is a memorial.  In Philadelphia you are surrounded</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111491416081897073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111491416081897073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111491416081897073' title='Do it DC'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-111473960376991094</id><published>2005-04-28T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:15:08.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Would you be interested to know that lately I carry my gas card in my pocket more often than my driver's license?Tonight I was behind the SUV that ate an SUV in the McDonald's drive-thru line.  First it took over 10 minutes to order.  I know the thing holds 14 people, but how hard is it to say, "Number 3, Coke.  Number 7, Diet Coke."  Then it declined to pull up so other people could get to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111473960376991094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111473960376991094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111473960376991094' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-111436970659336654</id><published>2005-04-24T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T12:08:26.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"But I didn't KNOW murder was illegal!"</title><summary type='text'>A customer calls in to question service fee charges on her credit card statement, request a refund and close her account.First I explained the source of the charges.  Every account has a service fee each month.  The service fees are explained before you sign up, again while you're signing up, in the Terms and Conditions you agreed to before you entered your credit card information, when you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111436970659336654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111436970659336654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111436970659336654' title='&quot;But I didn&apos;t KNOW murder was illegal!&quot;'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-111387600230402358</id><published>2005-04-18T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T19:00:02.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Straight.</title><summary type='text'>Your Linguistic Profile:65% General American English15% Upper Midwestern10% Dixie10% Yankee0% MidwesternWhat Kind of American English Do You Speak?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111387600230402358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111387600230402358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111387600230402358' title='Damn Straight.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-111363053657898523</id><published>2005-04-15T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T22:48:56.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, Really Old</title><summary type='text'>My birthday has come and gone.  I am now 26.When I started writing here I was 22 (almost 23), unemployed, living at home, college dropout.  Now I'm old.  I know I'm old because everyone who has known me longer than I've had this site cries when I tell them I'm 26.  Something about they must be really old if I'm that old.  These days I have a full time job, with benefits.  I still live at home.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111363053657898523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111363053657898523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111363053657898523' title='Really, Really Old'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-111272076378062758</id><published>2005-04-05T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T10:06:03.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death in a cup</title><summary type='text'>Someone decided to stock half as much green tea for the uber-coffee-machine and get lemon &amp; "red calm" tea instead.  The first ingredient in lemon tea is apple peals, so that's a pass.  Red calm has nothing listed.  Well, today we are out of green tea.  I can either try to steep a Lipton Tea bag in luke warm water from the cooler or try to fight off the oncoming flu (I should write about where I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111272076378062758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111272076378062758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111272076378062758' title='Death in a cup'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-111190108532737075</id><published>2005-03-26T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T21:24:45.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I intended to update from Philadelphia, but never did.  Back in L.A. now and overstuffed from birthday dinner at The Stinking Rose.  I burped and it tasted like garlic, yuk.My birthday is Friday.  We are going to Sweet Lady Jane's for dessert.  If you are stalking me, please don't show up, it's not that big.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111190108532737075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111190108532737075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111190108532737075' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-111146244719188490</id><published>2005-03-21T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:34:07.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am in New York City right now, paying through the nose on per minute charges so I can look some stuff up online.  Tomorrow we will be headed down to Philadelphia where I think I'll pay for in-room wifi for one day to figure this stuff out.Earlier tonight in the subway I scanned my Metrocard and started to go through the (upright) turnstile/gate.  The last person left it sort of inbetween and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111146244719188490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111146244719188490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111146244719188490' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-111039133356167074</id><published>2005-03-09T10:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T10:02:13.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Brain is 53.33% Female, 46.67% MaleYour brain is a healthy mix of male and femaleYou are both sensitive and savvyRational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headedBut you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeveWhat Gender Is Your Brain?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111039133356167074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111039133356167074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111039133356167074' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-111039126426353271</id><published>2005-03-09T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T10:01:04.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Brain is 53.33% Female, 46.67% MaleYour brain is a healthy mix of male and femaleYou are both sensitive and savvyRational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headedBut you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeveWhat Gender Is Your Brain?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111039126426353271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/111039126426353271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111039126426353271' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110989020912842180</id><published>2005-03-03T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T14:50:09.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gibson Jury Reacts to Mel's 'Passion'March 1, 2005 Jury selection continued in the Mel Gibson trial Tuesday, as the superstar prepared to face his alleged stalker, Zack Sinclair. And although Sinclair's mother told "CJ" that her son is in no position to be fighting the justice system, the judge already decided that Sinclair is mentally capable. Sinclair represented himself Tuesday, questioning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110989020912842180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110989020912842180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110989020912842180' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110988414682286873</id><published>2005-03-03T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T13:09:06.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lohan: "I've Tried Pot" Teenage movie star Lindsay Lohan has confessed she once smoked marijuana, despite insisting last year she was anti-drugs. The 18-year-old Mean Girls star has opened up to American style magazine W, revealing she has tried pot - but didn't like it. She says, "I'm not going to deny the fact that I've tried pot. I hated it." Lohan insists she'd never try anything harder than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110988414682286873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110988414682286873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110988414682286873' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110988396098598577</id><published>2005-03-03T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T13:06:00.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Richards and Sheen to DivorceMar 2, 10:46 PM ESTThe Associated PressLOS ANGELES -- Actress Denise Richards has filed for divorce from her actor-husband Charlie Sheen, citing irreconcilable differences, according to court papers filed Wednesday.Richards, 34, is six months pregnant with the couple's second child. They also have a daughter, Sam, who will be a year old next week.The couple married in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110988396098598577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110988396098598577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110988396098598577' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110901368800174092</id><published>2005-02-21T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T12:13:13.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The contestant nearest to one dollar without going over...</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday and Sunday my newspaper didn't appear on the end of the driveway.  I'm lost if I sit down at the kitchen table with my cereal and there's no LA Times.  We don't have any old issues because my dad recycled everything Friday afternoon.I noticed in the paper Sandra Dee died.  Very, very sad.  Goodbye Gidget.  Gidget Goes Hawaiian has a very good plot, but I didn't like Deborah Walley as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110901368800174092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110901368800174092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110901368800174092' title='The contestant nearest to one dollar without going over...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110850084504348417</id><published>2005-02-14T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T12:54:05.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny's Customer Quote of the Day</title><summary type='text'>"Well I ain't had internet service for 3 months since the hotel quit me!"Are you trying to tell me that the hotel you worked for fired you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110850084504348417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110850084504348417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110850084504348417' title='Jenny&apos;s Customer Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110800352435543944</id><published>2005-02-09T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T18:45:24.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugabago</title><summary type='text'>What evil hath been wrought to befall this upon me!Nothing happened, I'm just quoting King of the Hill.  My favorite show.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110800352435543944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110800352435543944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110800352435543944' title='Bugabago'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110766457936420765</id><published>2005-02-05T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T20:36:19.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I test drove an Accord Hybrid today.  I really liked it except for 1, maybe 2 things.  1. The break pedal is way to high for me so I had to keep my leg really far off the ground.  Some Hondas have adjustable pedals but not the Accord.  2. I heard that the engine turns off when you're idling so it doesn't waste battery.  Well I was waiting to make a left turn, when my chance came up the car had a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110766457936420765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110766457936420765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110766457936420765' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110687388534375136</id><published>2005-01-27T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T19:08:18.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am starting to have serious moral objections to my job.  My supervisor says it's because I don't have a lot of experience in business.  Maybe that's just him waving his degree and/or experience in my face but whatever.  At my previous job we flat out lied to people, judged them based on looks, had different policies for different groups of people.  Meanwhile at this one we treat all callers the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110687388534375136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110687388534375136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110687388534375136' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110654475997381325</id><published>2005-01-23T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:57:42.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm watching Desperate Housewives for the first time.  It's not that great, I don't get it.  Even the credits were kind of sucky.  Mostly I'm looking at the computer screen anyways, so what I should probably say is it sounds lame.  At least I can still say I've never seen Joey.It took Eva Longorria 24 minutes to go see Jesse Metcalfe.  Why?  There's no other interesting storyline going on or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110654475997381325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110654475997381325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110654475997381325' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110617960968259735</id><published>2005-01-20T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:57:05.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It tasted like...</title><summary type='text'>I finally ate one of those Sunkist bars my mom bought.  It tasted like Vick's Vapo-Rub in a slightly sweet crust.  Totally disgusting.  I'm leaving the unopened one in my desk in case someone I don't like asks me for a snack.Actually, after looking at the list of ingredients again, it's possible that all those chemicals combined are Vick's Vapo-Rub.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110617960968259735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110617960968259735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110617960968259735' title='It tasted like...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110617966568129116</id><published>2005-01-19T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:56:13.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunkist Fruit &amp; Grain Bars - Lemon</title><summary type='text'>NATURALLY AND ARTIFICIALLY FLAVOREDIngredients: Fruit Filling (high fructose corn syrup, apple puree from concentrate, fructose, lemon puree from concentrate, glycerin, modified corn starch, modified tapioca starch, corn starch, cellulose gel, vitamin c (ascorbic acid), partially hydrogenated soybean oil, cellulose gum, yellows 5&amp;6 and other color added, natural &amp; artificial flavor, ethyl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110617966568129116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110617966568129116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110617966568129116' title='Sunkist Fruit &amp; Grain Bars - Lemon'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110558364150008782</id><published>2005-01-12T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:55:36.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Things are going good right now, you know.  Everybody, like coaches and players and everybody's like you know, high spirits so, you know we still gotta keep working hard in practice though, but it makes it like more enjoyable, like going to practice like, you know what I mean, like being confident."This guy got into a school that I was rejected from, more than once.  Sheesh.  Shouldn't have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110558364150008782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110558364150008782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110558364150008782' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110549865897947685</id><published>2005-01-11T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:51:25.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Indiana Jones Adventure: An excavation of anexotic temple promises to reveal its mysteriesuntil something goes terribly wrong!  You are awild jeep ride through a vengeful ancienttemple that has been treaded upon one to manytimes.  Your experiences read like an actionadventure flick (could it be that you are basedon one?) and your John Williams-esk score makesyou grandiouse, purposeful, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110549865897947685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110549865897947685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110549865897947685' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110497639687798751</id><published>2005-01-05T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:13:08.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just before I left work last Wednesday I was offered a job!  Well, at least I the temp gig was extended.  It was very unclear.  Now because I'm working full time I won't get to go to Disneyland one last time before my pass expires on the 8th.  Too bad, sort of sad, it's the 50th year. You scored as The Cheshire Cat. Congratulations! You're the only character in Wonderland who has sense enough </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110497639687798751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110497639687798751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110497639687798751' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110456147084045276</id><published>2004-12-31T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:10:19.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting here in the pb's bed because it's the best spot to steal someone's internet connection in his apartment.  It smells nice, in that I mean it smells like him.  He's working, I'm just filling time.  I think I'll go out for a walk later and see if I can get my nails done (it helps that it's not 30 degrees outside, more like 55).  I feel kind of weird hanging out in his room during the day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110456147084045276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110456147084045276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110456147084045276' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110421582454977071</id><published>2004-12-27T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:29:43.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just made a 14.4 connection to the internet using my iBook and my v710 from a few feet away.  Yea wireless, yea Bluetooth, boo 14.4.  It took 2 minutes just to sign on and another minute to load.  My plan only has 400 minutes per month, sheesh.  Still can't send or receive files in either direction or use iSync to update from iCal.  I don't want to update my calendar and contacts, though.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110421582454977071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110421582454977071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110421582454977071' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110680719933373661</id><published>2004-12-26T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:28:12.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><summary type='text'>I got my V710 tonight at the Verizon store.  Yes!I asked the salesgirl if I could use the Bluetooth capabilities to connect to my iBook.  She told me I could.  It's disabled, and she lied when I questioned her about what it can and can't do.  I still wanted the phone regardless.While she was programming my phone I realized why the girl seemed so familiar.  She sold me a crappy phone 2 and a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110680719933373661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110680719933373661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110680719933373661' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110386474580815608</id><published>2004-12-23T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T21:05:45.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah and humbug</title><summary type='text'>I get really tired of people ending calls by saying "Merry Christmas."  "Happy Holidays" too.  If I had a happy holiday it was last week.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110386474580815608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110386474580815608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110386474580815608' title='Blah and humbug'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110345674384492194</id><published>2004-12-19T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T17:51:07.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Screw the red states...   trailer parks don't have chimneys anyway."I'm heading off to Dumbfuckistan soon enough.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110345674384492194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110345674384492194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110345674384492194' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110317332194712978</id><published>2004-12-14T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T17:49:56.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think that...</title><summary type='text'>Someone should buy thatshot.com and dedicate it to how useless Paris Hilton is.  I fear that may be more attention than she deserves, though.Can someone start a rumor that Jennifer Lopez's marriage is on the rocks?  I'm bored and I think that would be entertaining right about now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110317332194712978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110317332194712978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110317332194712978' title='I think that...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110288161249055170</id><published>2004-12-11T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T17:49:08.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I tossed a magazine to my mom and she caught it.Can I have a Heisman too?I am rolling my eyes right now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110288161249055170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110288161249055170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110288161249055170' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110271369857813158</id><published>2004-12-10T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T17:45:48.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Export Restrictions</title><summary type='text'>Important Export RestrictionsRead Before Downloading This software is subject to the US Export Administration Regulationsand other US law, and may not be exported or re-exported to certain countries(currently Afghanistan (Taliban-controlled areas), Cuba, Iran, Iraq, Libya, NorthKorea, Serbia (except Kosovo), Sudan and Syria) or to persons or entitiesprohibited from receiving US exports (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110271369857813158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110271369857813158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110271369857813158' title='Export Restrictions'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110288738813787826</id><published>2004-12-08T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T17:45:09.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just read an article about people counterfeiting those yellow "Live Strong" bracelets.  How sad.  I actually took the time to google the Lance Armstrong Foundation and found that the smallest package size is 10.  Maybe the counterfeting losers should just buy the bracelets in bulk and sell them at a mark up so the cancer charity gets their money and all the lameass wannabes who wear them as a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110288738813787826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110288738813787826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110288738813787826' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110236950346030513</id><published>2004-12-06T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T17:44:01.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every time I try to configure my router to change the name of my network or ask for a password it wouldn't accept the changes.  I posted on a message board asking for advice and was told to update the firmware.  Well I followed the instructions on Belkin's website and the thing stopped working.I called Belkin for support, and after an hour of talking to someone who I could barely understand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110236950346030513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110236950346030513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110236950346030513' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110222202008149105</id><published>2004-12-04T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T20:47:00.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Justice League Unlimited sucks.  Ok, Wonder Twins are cool.  (In this episode - Ultimatum).  The fact that they have Aquaman (my favorite superhero) is cool.  And I liked the episode with the reluctant Green Arrow storyline.  But other than that it's just a bunch of lame fighting with no story.  And worse, they try to add dialogue to the fighting, but it doesn't make any sense.I was thinking, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110222202008149105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110222202008149105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110222202008149105' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110218600976417550</id><published>2004-12-04T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T10:46:49.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I'm off to the UCLA game.  It's pretty sad, it's the last game a local team will be playing at the Rose Bowl this season - UCLA because they suck and USC because they're going to the BCS Championship.  It's a lose/lose situation.  Now it will be 2 more years before I get a chance to see UCLA kick the crap out of USC live and in person.  Oh well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110218600976417550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110218600976417550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110218600976417550' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110210321429490831</id><published>2004-12-03T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T10:53:37.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome.</title><summary type='text'>I just finished playing Ribbit King for the first time.  That game is hysterical.  Drop what you're doing and shell out $19.99 right now.  I love the referee.  If he liked women, I'd marry him.Funny thing is, I looked for Ribbit King at my local Fry's twice in the last few weeks (and once at another Fry's).  The other day I was returning a router and decided to just glance at the self.  When I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110210321429490831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110210321429490831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110210321429490831' title='Awesome.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110222252131809348</id><published>2004-12-01T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T18:12:20.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went ahead and switched my hosting awhile back.  Logjamming was great, but I couldn't come up with the $60 upfront for another year with my summer hiatus/lay-off and the shit money I was making at my now former job.I had lapsed awhile ago and they never caught on.  I felt like I should pay for the time they didn't notice, but if I had the money I would have paid in the first place.Well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110222252131809348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110222252131809348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110222252131809348' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110182877915618404</id><published>2004-11-30T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T10:51:34.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I'm sitting between my router and my laptop, does that mean the signal is passing through me?Does anyone else worry about the amount of radio and other waves that pass through us every day?The first person I knew who had a cell phone had 3 tumors on her brain, right behind her ear 10 years later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110182877915618404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110182877915618404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110182877915618404' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110170659308845650</id><published>2004-11-28T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T10:49:04.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My dad is being a total asshole about the TV.  He's watching some ship building show and if anyone makes the slightest noise he turns the volume all the way up.  I swear all the cable broadcasters got together and decided to make November national shipbuilding television documentary month.  Anyway, we have Tivo, he could rewind.  Or, he could tape the last half hour and leave it recording and go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110170659308845650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110170659308845650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110170659308845650' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110153656569486306</id><published>2004-11-26T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T10:47:34.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw National Treasure tonight.  It was the suckiest of suck.  Though it wasn't as bad as I thought it might be, it wasn't good either.  All for the sake of family togetherness, I guess.  At least it was less than 2 hours.  That was the only reason I agreed to go.  (Though with commercials and previews it was 2 hours 45 minutes.)My mom just saw a credit card bill with a charge for London Fog.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110153656569486306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110153656569486306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110153656569486306' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110149536577407737</id><published>2004-11-26T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T10:48:21.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My dad's uncle is on the phone right now criticizing us right now for spending $48 per person for a Thanksgiving dinner in a restaurant.  My dad just told him that that's not too much more than we spend per person to host Thanksgiving.  I hope he feels like an asshole for freeloading off us all those years, but I doubt it.  The man hasn't been wrong in his 86 years on earth.  He's on his way over</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110149536577407737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110149536577407737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110149536577407737' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110058840224078718</id><published>2004-11-15T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T11:49:59.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight I was walking along the path to my therapist's townhouse.  A woman was using all her body weight to hold back her ginormous dog which was snarling at me.  She says to me, "He's very friendly", basically trying to assure me to that I should walk within 1 foot of her dog to get by them on the path.  Yea right lady.  Your dog is a menace.  At least she had him on a leash, but he was too much</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110058840224078718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110058840224078718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110058840224078718' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110058834436778710</id><published>2004-11-13T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T11:49:03.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are a Liberal for LifeYou've got a bleeding heart - and you're proud of it.For you, liberal means being compassionate, pro-government, and anti-business.You believe in equality for every person, and you consider yourself universally empathetic.Helping others is not just political for you ... it's very personal too.What political persuasion are you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110058834436778710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110058834436778710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110058834436778710' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-110154376293281331</id><published>2004-10-29T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T00:35:14.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, an update.</title><summary type='text'>My boss is really frustrating me.  I do all the work and get none of the credit.No one even knows my name around the office.  When I do talk to someone they inevitably say, "oh, you're that intern."Sadly, I'm an actual employee.  If I wasn't one, I'd be the most abused intern in a department where lots of interns are being abused.  I barely make above minimum wage, I get no benefits and have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110154376293281331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/110154376293281331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#110154376293281331' title='Wow, an update.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-109685565306494070</id><published>2004-10-03T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T00:30:59.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme Meme</title><summary type='text'>Get your own Meme Meme!In other news, I've been working.I went out of town for Labor Day and came home to voicemails and missed calls from someone I didn't want to talk to.  It must have been some kind of weakness, or jetlag, but I picked up as I was about to go to bed.  So I started working the next morning, (which also happened to be when our house was getting tent and I was moving in to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/109685565306494070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/109685565306494070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109685565306494070' title='Meme Meme'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-109236083094021455</id><published>2004-08-02T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T07:37:37.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I intended to join a gym on Saturday, only to discover that they were open half day and I was too late.  Also, they're closed on Sundays.  I think Sunday would be the perfect day for me to go too.  Still, this morning my mom took me and we signed everything.  I did half of their 30-minute workout.  I thought it was supposed to be every other day, but when I left she said, "see you tomorrow."  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/109236083094021455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/109236083094021455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109236083094021455' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-109235935156165020</id><published>2004-07-29T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T12:44:21.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I drove out to school and talked to the TA who taught my class last quarter.  First of all, I was a little late and had to sit through half the class to talk to her.  Boring.She said that she thinks I should take the class again because it's exactly the same and will therefore be easy for me.  I had been hoping she'd just offer to let my midterm and final grade stand and make me write</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/109235935156165020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/109235935156165020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109235935156165020' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-109098376781282197</id><published>2004-07-27T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T12:43:34.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think it's interesting that I can take a 2 hour nap, have dinner, watch the Dodgers lose and come back to AOL to find them playing the same song on Radio@AOL that they were when I left.  And by interesting I mean lame.There was an article in the paper today about USC going back in time to claim a football title from 1939.  God what a bunch of whiners.  It made me sorry that USC isn't coming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/109098376781282197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/109098376781282197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109098376781282197' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-109098405272562529</id><published>2004-07-26T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T12:43:00.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was my mother and her evil twin's birthday.  We went to Spago for lunch with 3 friends.  One of them brought her niece who just moved here from Japan and doesn't speak a word of english.  Other than that nothing that interesting happen.  Well, except that my mother traumatized me this morning by flashing where I came from at me.  I screamed for 15 minutes while she told me to be quiet.  My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/109098405272562529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/109098405272562529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109098405272562529' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-109098418029346828</id><published>2004-07-25T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T12:42:06.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic-con 2.0</title><summary type='text'>We left earlier this year, though I swear we arrived at about the same time.  Even though we where the parking lots were this year, it still took awhile to find one.  We ended up walking even farther this year than last year.  Had we been able to park at the hotel we would have just hopped on a shuttle, but oh well.Pre-registering is definitely the way to go.  We did save a few bucks, but more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/109098418029346828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/109098418029346828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109098418029346828' title='Comic-con 2.0'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-109046581516806931</id><published>2004-07-21T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T20:59:25.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am going to Comic-Con this weekend.  We decided to stay Saturday night so my sister could see Joss Whedon again on Sunday.  Now this seemed easy enough when I went to the Comic-Con website last Thursday and saw that they had a hotel with an open room.  Naturally I booked it.  Tuesday (as in yesterday) I get a phone call from the travel company saying that there was a mistake and I shouldn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/109046581516806931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/109046581516806931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109046581516806931' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-109021131265689104</id><published>2004-07-18T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T19:57:36.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got the awesomest Roos today.Huh, the font looks funny, and I see a bunch of new options up on top on blogger.  Spellcheck, block quote, numbered list.  However my return key does not appear the be working.  I'll add html blind returns, but I like to also separate by hitting return.So back to my Roos.  I really wanted this gray pair that I tried on in black the other day at the promenade.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/109021131265689104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/109021131265689104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109021131265689104' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108983618881380830</id><published>2004-07-14T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T13:20:45.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First day of treatment.ThursdayFridayCan't find any pictures from Saturday or Sunday.Also, forgot to get these during daylight...Seventh day of treatment.This morning after I changed the water.I don't really think these pictures show anything.  If only I could train the fish to do the same thing at the same time every day I might get better pictures.  Oh well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108983618881380830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108983618881380830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108983618881380830' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108976669057185150</id><published>2004-07-13T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T17:58:10.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have lexapro, or a prescription for it, anyways.  I was in the office for about 5 minutes.  He said that after talking to me he thinks that I'm better off on it then not, so he was giving me 4 months worth.  I seemed to have convinced him of that in less than 5 minutes, though I do talk fast.I was thinking, if I see him every 4 months that works out to 3 times per year.  At $75 a visit he's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108976669057185150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108976669057185150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108976669057185150' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108968559669597124</id><published>2004-07-12T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T17:50:13.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just wanted to say that if you ever plan on calling an ambulance or fire truck, please try to allow 20 extra minutes for traffic.  It is more reasonable (or likely) to plan your accidents ahead than to expect every idiot on the road to move out of the way of a speeding convoy of ambulances.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108968559669597124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108968559669597124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108968559669597124' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108959440661314819</id><published>2004-07-11T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T18:06:46.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sort of ironic, really.</title><summary type='text'>You are a GRAMMAR GOD!If your mission in life is not already topreserve the English tongue, it should be.Congratulations and thank you! How grammatically sound are you? brought to you by QuizillaSpeaking of ironic, I caught (what I think was) the tail end of Alanis Morrisette on Regis and Kelly the other day.  She was singing, "Ironic" and really didn't seem happy about it.  It reminded me of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108959440661314819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108959440661314819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108959440661314819' title='Sort of ironic, really.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108948743672804203</id><published>2004-07-10T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T12:23:56.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I started calling my mom by her first name close to 15 years ago.  I got tired of going to school events and calling out "Mommy!" only to have every other PTA mother in the room turn around but mine.  Calling out her first name is the only chance one of her children has at getting my mom's attention.But my dad has always still called her "mom" when talking to us.  Sometimes I'd get confused and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108948743672804203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108948743672804203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108948743672804203' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108948600435280987</id><published>2004-07-10T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T12:15:38.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I only have 2 more pictures saved before I have to crop and resize more.  Woohoo!Alright, that's not really much of an accomplishment.This is by far the ugliest invitation ever.  It's from a bridal shower my mom went to.  Shellacked (shell-acked) and glittered to holy hell someone thought it needed some gold spray paint too.  Does anything ever need an entire craft store aisle?  It was so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108948600435280987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108948600435280987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108948600435280987' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108938934605006837</id><published>2004-07-09T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T09:13:27.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Princess Bride Character are You?this quiz was made by mystiOne of the 6 piles of crap my sister left upstairs (the other 5 were in the hallway) when she left.  Oddly enough, she comes home today.  My mom finally cleaned them up this week and made one bigger pile blocking my door, grr.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108938934605006837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108938934605006837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108938934605006837' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108931872683984040</id><published>2004-07-08T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T13:33:30.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All of the May pictures I set aside are up so now we start on June.  There are more pictures that I've taken intending to post but the ones I resized and uploaded already will do.  Also, I'm going to start taking a picture every day of my fish to see if I think it's getting any better.  It's really hard so I end up taking 8-9 to get one useable one.  Otherwise pictures of my sick fish are pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108931872683984040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108931872683984040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108931872683984040' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108925192841286205</id><published>2004-07-07T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T19:00:30.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I made a 13 mile trip down to Petsmart to find out they were out of what I needed.  Also, their teenage employees know even less than the ones at Petco.  They had more dead fish than alive fish.  Their fish made mine look not so sick.  So I went to another Petco on the way home where they were out of stock of the thing I went to buy, but they had the waste absorbing gravel I wanted so I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108925192841286205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108925192841286205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108925192841286205' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108913579170468800</id><published>2004-07-06T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T10:48:02.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After the manicure.Not as washed out as the before or other after picture..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108913579170468800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108913579170468800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108913579170468800' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108907099821012139</id><published>2004-07-05T16:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T13:46:02.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just downloaded William Hung's "We Are the Champions" video.  Downloaded and watched, I should say.  I used to make better quality videos when I was 11, lip-syncing in the living room, using a VHS camera.  Even without his horrid singing the close up shots of his open mouth and those ragged teeth scared me away.  My computer froze before it was done playing and I think that's very telling.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108907099821012139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108907099821012139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108907099821012139' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108905257424798786</id><published>2004-07-05T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T11:36:14.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today: before   Tomorrow: after</title><summary type='text'>Before getting a manicure.My hair is gone, I started growing it back out before I left the salon.  I hear it's for a good cause, but I still hate the new haircut.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108905257424798786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108905257424798786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108905257424798786' title='Today: before   Tomorrow: after'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108897058075462890</id><published>2004-07-04T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T12:49:40.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lucky bamboo in the car's drink holder.  If it won't go back in the console, why not use it for something.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108897058075462890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108897058075462890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108897058075462890' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108889661399661448</id><published>2004-07-02T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T16:16:53.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took the lid off my red betta's bowl to add more water (since I drained some out of the bottom).  Since betta's jump I'm always pretty careful.  It jumped out of the bowl and landed on the counter.  Before I could grab it it hopped from the counter to the floor.  That's a pretty long fall.  It wouldn't let me pick it up, so finally I just covered with a paper towel and scooped the whole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108889661399661448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108889661399661448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108889661399661448' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108879642014828651</id><published>2004-07-02T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T12:27:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The craziest thing happened when I was coming back through the Cahuenga pass (after a meeting with my boss.)  I was stopped at the signal at Franklin with 1 car in front of me, a truck next to me, and a motorcycle in front of the truck.  A guy runs up and rips the driver and his passenger off the bike.  At first I thought he was trying to rob them because he seemed to be trying to grab that bike</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108879642014828651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108879642014828651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108879642014828651' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108871663164391376</id><published>2004-07-01T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T14:17:11.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This insurance adjuster from Geico keeps calling us about the accident my sister and grandma were in back in March.  Just to say what happened in a nutshell, my sister was stopped in traffic with a red light ahead of her and the back end of her car in a crosswalk.  The light behind her turned green and a woman went through the intersection running into the back of my sister's car and sending them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108871663164391376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108871663164391376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108871663164391376' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108871559096207575</id><published>2004-07-01T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T14:01:11.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been getting this scam a lot lately in my inbox.  Having read about this scam years ago and being a reasonably smart person I ignore them.  But here's my point: Contract.  C-O-N-T-R-A-C-T!  Take the time to spell check you fucking scams!Subject: CONCTRACT REVIEW PANEL Date: 7/1/2004 2:24:34 AM Pacific Standard Time From: dayo@guadiancee.com  To: dayoadam@yahoo.com  PRESIDENCY</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108871559096207575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108871559096207575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108871559096207575' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108867335310426023</id><published>2004-07-01T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T02:15:53.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just got back from seeing Spider-man 2.  The movie was good, but everything else sucked.  The theater, the people in the theater who kept calling out at the screen, the ghetto kids in the lobby, the 4 year old behind me kicking my seat, the couple making out in front of me (if that movie was any long I thought they'd pop out a kid) and the jerk next to me.I meant to post a picture before I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108867335310426023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108867335310426023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108867335310426023' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108858108527771376</id><published>2004-06-29T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T00:38:25.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, my sister just emailed me and said she has a regular cold.  Everyone is sick and the tour director says that's normal for the end of the trip.  I'm supposed to tell my mom she can't call home tomorrow because there are no pay phones where she is.  Apparently my father was going to stay downstairs tonight because my mother can't sleep.  But when I went up there, she was asleep so now he's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108858108527771376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108858108527771376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108858108527771376' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108854541734820827</id><published>2004-06-29T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T23:49:07.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A rare occasion...</title><summary type='text'>I actually remember what I couldn't remember about yesterday!For the first time I went to the source of all evil, Petco.  After reading a bunch of websites I've diagnosed my red fish as having every fish disease out there.  I'm not really sure what it is, but he's sick, that's for sure.  I went to Petco to get some medicine for the water and some new gravel.  You'd think a pet store larger than</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108854541734820827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108854541734820827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108854541734820827' title='A rare occasion...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108854541970553078</id><published>2004-06-29T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T23:52:26.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I completely forgot about going to therapy.  It's funny, because I knew I had to go in the early afternoon, so I went looking for things to occupy the time before I had to leave and ended up not noticing the time until 13 minutes into my appointment.  Right away I called and told her that my mom didn't come home from work and didn't leave a check, so would it be alright if I came for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108854541970553078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108854541970553078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108854541970553078' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108849088370806513</id><published>2004-06-28T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T13:43:05.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The invitation didn't mention gunplay.</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday I went to a party.  Shortly after one of the hosts took out his gun and shot it into the ceiling to break up a verbal fight between his wife and one of his drunk/creepy friends.  I left by hopping 2 fences.  The first one was really hard.  Partly because I was wearing flip flops, but mostly because I'm fat.  I haven't had to hop a fence in 10 years!On the way home my friend was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108849088370806513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108849088370806513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108849088370806513' title='The invitation didn&apos;t mention gunplay.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108821935511314577</id><published>2004-06-26T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T01:11:09.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week (and a half or so) in Review.</title><summary type='text'>This is going to be quite long.  You ready?Last Thursday I went to the bar that I had been avoiding since April.  There was the skinny, short, weird little white guy who dressed up like Michael Jackson after he got there.  He had on black pants that his mom had obviously made, a red and black leatheresque Thrilleresque jacket and a wig in the style he wore at the end of the Black or White video</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108821935511314577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108821935511314577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108821935511314577' title='Week (and a half or so) in Review.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108819591082372919</id><published>2004-06-25T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T13:38:30.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><summary type='text'>I quit my crappy job today.  Turned in my uniform and got my exit interview.  As soon as I get my deposit back, I'll be off their books forever!Every time I go to the lower lot at Universal I get stuck behind the tram sooner and sooner.  Last time I was directly behind it so I just rolled down my windows and listened.  The tour guides sure sound bored.  Most of the people on board look half </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108819591082372919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108819591082372919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108819591082372919' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108752999552606802</id><published>2004-06-17T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T13:10:32.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch me start every sentence with "I"</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe I'm about to trackback to this post...I read this and it completely summed up how I felt yesterday.  I had only been working an hour when they stopped traffic at the intersection down the block for the torch to run by.  My first instinct was to throw down, give up on work and go stand on the sidewalk to watch it.  My parents took me to see the torch relay in 1984.  I was 5 1/2, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108752999552606802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108752999552606802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108752999552606802' title='Watch me start every sentence with &quot;I&quot;'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108743722901497075</id><published>2004-06-16T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T10:18:32.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, so I'm working on this kids show today.  Before we started someone asked every parent if their kid was 8 (minimum age) and I explained that the kids and parents will sit separately.  So we split them up, left the kids alone and babysat the parents (haha, but yea, sort of...)  This guy tells me that his son needs to use the restroom.  I go over and I ask every row if any kids need the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108743722901497075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108743722901497075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108743722901497075' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391449.post-108767558484312284</id><published>2004-06-13T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T13:08:13.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My sister has owed me $35 for over a year.  My mom says that if I wasn't a fucking bitch I'd wait until she gets back from Europe to collect it.  I asked her, "Don't you think I could have used that money at least once during the last year?"  To which she replied, "No, because you're a loser and you'll never leave this house."  About 10 months ago she told my sister not to pay me back.  She told </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108767558484312284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391449/posts/default/108767558484312284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gramminc.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108767558484312284' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113016907774382457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
