<?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-14595200</id><updated>2011-12-17T10:58:29.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neurotic In Ashburn</title><subtitle type='html'>A fine line separates genius from insanity.  Some days I can’t tell which side of that line I’m on.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>325</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-7600195520532130784</id><published>2011-11-09T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T15:04:48.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Penn State</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
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href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/5663016814817388293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=5663016814817388293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/5663016814817388293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/5663016814817388293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2011/10/photo-day-day-7.html' title='A photo a day- day 7'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8BGqrxxNDeA/TpxZxFRWfeI/AAAAAAAAARE/0er7zjtlVgA/s72-c/blogger-image--841972166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-4915455985416133290</id><published>2011-10-14T11:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T11:01:43.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A photo a day- day 6</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/4915455985416133290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=4915455985416133290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4915455985416133290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4915455985416133290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2011/10/photo-day-day-6.html' title='A photo a day- day 6'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PifYRikKW60/Tphc5dhn3mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DzZ5Tse3pgI/s72-c/blogger-image--1799014095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-4085128280755640155</id><published>2011-10-11T11:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T11:08:24.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A photo a day-day 5</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/4085128280755640155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=4085128280755640155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4085128280755640155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4085128280755640155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2011/10/photo-day-day-5.html' title='A photo a day-day 5'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2W3WuxqoSJw/TpRp9iAWJ7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/RKh3LpFw1lI/s72-c/blogger-image-228339661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-8679957207444498691</id><published>2011-10-10T11:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T11:35:13.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A photo a day- day 4</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/8679957207444498691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=8679957207444498691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8679957207444498691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8679957207444498691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2011/10/photo-day-day-4.html' title='A photo a day- day 4'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ou7nJUpZwM4/TpMevukCvZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/-njDVeDrE0U/s72-c/blogger-image--1472111935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-2376992948446345699</id><published>2011-10-09T17:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T17:30:20.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo a day-day 3</title><summary type='text'>Mmmmmmm.....Tikka Masala....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eMZ5jsNB51Y/TpIge-alncI/AAAAAAAAAQs/HQA03IXbjzI/s72-c/blogger-image-1309288578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-585118862737750610</id><published>2011-10-08T15:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T15:20:09.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo a day- day 2</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/585118862737750610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=585118862737750610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/585118862737750610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/585118862737750610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2011/10/photo-day-day-2.html' title='Photo a day- day 2'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tyhFrnzOzrU/TpCweMD4R_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/iQycgvzv9pM/s72-c/blogger-image-188968242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-6111457853714826094</id><published>2011-10-07T11:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:36:46.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A photo a day- day 1</title><summary type='text'>(let's see how long I can keep this up....)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/6111457853714826094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=6111457853714826094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6111457853714826094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6111457853714826094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2011/10/photo-day-day-1.html' title='A photo a day- day 1'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WE06jVng7F0/To8qnZ5QCyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ppH4x9I_NbA/s72-c/blogger-image-813370325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-4809248633660021143</id><published>2010-09-21T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T09:13:03.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open Letter to Virginia Drivers</title><summary type='text'>Dear Virginia Drivers,

Because it seems that a lot of you did not take Driver's Ed in High School, I would like to fill you in on the common driving etiquette which you seem to be lacking:

The far left lane is for passing.  Also for those of us who are attempting to break the sound barrier.  Unless you are driving at least five to ten miles per hour OVER the speed limit, please avoid this lane.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/4809248633660021143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=4809248633660021143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4809248633660021143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4809248633660021143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/09/open-letter-to-virginia-drivers.html' title='An Open Letter to Virginia Drivers'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-6888614744134030244</id><published>2010-09-08T19:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T19:19:42.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl....</title><summary type='text'>

"Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now 
You got someone to blame
You say...

One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you 
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's...

Too late
Tonight
To drag </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/6888614744134030244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=6888614744134030244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6888614744134030244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6888614744134030244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-ask-me-to-enter-but-then-you-make.html' title='You ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl....'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-8863121505675442227</id><published>2010-09-08T16:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T16:15:34.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eek</title><summary type='text'>Jeez...what does it say about me that I tried to make a list of my 25 best qualities for my Day Zero project and got stuck after #16?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/8863121505675442227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=8863121505675442227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8863121505675442227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8863121505675442227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/09/eek.html' title='eek'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-6819400208300627177</id><published>2010-09-07T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T09:40:50.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"To every thing, turn, turn, turn...."</title><summary type='text'>I've made no secret of my past issues with my dad.  He and I have never been close and there has never been that "daddy's little girl" relationship.  I've realized, though, that I have been hanging on to a lot of anger.

See, this past weekend I almost lost my dad.  He had a heart attack Sunday night.  I found out third-hand yesterday afternoon.  His wife waited until late morning and called my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/6819400208300627177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=6819400208300627177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6819400208300627177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6819400208300627177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-every-thing-turn-turn-turn.html' title='&quot;To every thing, turn, turn, turn....&quot;'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-3188660328383907020</id><published>2010-09-03T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:35:52.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Zero</title><summary type='text'>I was introduced to this project by Ray, and was inspired to start my own list.  Some of these are the suggestions that the site offers, and some are my own goals.  But all have to be completed by May 30, 2013.  Not all of the goals have to be new things.  In fact, there are a number of things on this list I have done before, but would like to do again.


1. Assemble an emergency kit for the </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.dayzeroproject.com/' title='Day Zero'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/3188660328383907020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=3188660328383907020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3188660328383907020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3188660328383907020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-zero.html' title='Day Zero'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-7912734932381423058</id><published>2010-09-02T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T15:09:39.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mars vs Venus</title><summary type='text'>"Whatever happened to a boyfriend;  the kind of guy who tries to win you over.  Whatever happened to a boyfriend;  the kind of guy who makes love 'cuz he's in it." Liz Phair "Fuck &amp; Run"

All of the dating issues I've had recently have really gotten me thinking about the whole "Mars &amp; Venus" thing as it relates to our mindsets.  We women are at a distinct disadvantage when it comes to dating- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/7912734932381423058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=7912734932381423058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/7912734932381423058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/7912734932381423058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/09/mars-vs-venus.html' title='Mars vs Venus'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-2606950725500599050</id><published>2010-08-31T12:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T12:33:45.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping Back</title><summary type='text'>After  months of disastrous dating, I think it’s time for me to give it up- at  least for now.  See, it’s one thing for guys that don’t know me to  reject me.  But when someone who knows the person that I am- who has  read this blog for years- pursues me, then immediately drops me, telling  me that the idea of me was so much better than the reality of me (via  text no less- the modern equivalent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/2606950725500599050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=2606950725500599050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2606950725500599050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2606950725500599050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/08/stepping-back.html' title='Stepping Back'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/TH088pWI9CI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b-1Fl1-ZQFI/s72-c/post-+it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-1403261889515462856</id><published>2010-08-27T20:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:21:30.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><summary type='text'>that's it, just WTF</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/1403261889515462856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=1403261889515462856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/1403261889515462856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/1403261889515462856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/08/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-6981534839953817742</id><published>2010-08-19T13:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:12:24.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Mine?</title><summary type='text'>The decision to exclusively date someone has always been a mystery.  Maybe I should rephrase that.  The timing is what baffles me.  I've read on numerous sites that the time line is somewhere around three months.  Personally, I think that's a bit too long.  But given my afore-mentioned inability to "juggle," it's not surprising that I prefer to date only one person at a time.


Of course, it all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/6981534839953817742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=6981534839953817742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6981534839953817742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6981534839953817742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-mine.html' title='Be Mine?'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-8374198109167095697</id><published>2010-08-17T15:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:43:02.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Superstitious</title><summary type='text'>In  recent years, I’ve become more and more superstitious when it comes to  dating.  And my (single) friends seem to be as well.  We now have this  unspoken rule that when we go out on a great date with a guy who has  actual potential, we don’t talk about it.  The conversation typically  goes as follows:

                              L:        “what did you do last night?”
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/8374198109167095697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=8374198109167095697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8374198109167095697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8374198109167095697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-superstitious.html' title='Very Superstitious'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-4938502595249182700</id><published>2010-08-11T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T08:01:29.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch Ch Ch Changes....</title><summary type='text'>I finally had that "aha!" moment last night.  You know the one where you realize that you are a grown-up.  One would think that I would have had it by now.  I mean, I've been shopping for a condo and have made a few offers...all of which was terrifying to me.  That alone should have caused that "wow, I'm an adult" moment.

But no.  What caused it?  Well, I left work yesterday, walked to my car, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/4938502595249182700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=4938502595249182700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4938502595249182700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4938502595249182700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/08/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch Ch Ch Changes....'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-3110884314097587659</id><published>2010-08-07T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:03:17.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure I've mentioned my OCD before.  In recent months, due to (of course) a lot of self- analysis, I've realized that most of my relationship issues (at least the ones on my end) can be boiled down to not having the OCD under control.  More specifically, the few days every month that I don't have the compulsions that are a part of the 'disease' under control.  The obsessive thoughts rarely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/3110884314097587659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=3110884314097587659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3110884314097587659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3110884314097587659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/08/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-4310295724532685926</id><published>2010-08-02T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:06:30.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With this Ring.....</title><summary type='text'>Lately, I've noticed an increase in married men on dating sites.  Are they admitting to being married?  Nope.  Are they emailing me, claiming to be single, chatting with me, meeting me, leading me on, then disappearing?  Yep.  How do I know they're married?  Well, my friends, as they say, hindsight is 20/20.

Let me explain.  (And I'm also crossing my fingers, hoping that there are women out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/4310295724532685926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=4310295724532685926' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4310295724532685926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4310295724532685926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/08/with-this-ring.html' title='With this Ring.....'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-8273689524951779200</id><published>2010-07-28T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:54:39.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally Flawed</title><summary type='text'>Something has been bothering me for a very long time.  As long as I can remember, in fact.  I have known many men who were emotionally scarred or crippled in some way.  Yet almost every one of these men were able to find women who would put up with it (myself included).  In fact, I know quite a few men with emotional issues far worse than any myself or my friends suffer who are in some sort of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/8273689524951779200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=8273689524951779200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8273689524951779200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8273689524951779200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/07/emotionally-flawed.html' title='Emotionally Flawed'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-2885344650720290418</id><published>2010-07-26T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T14:22:24.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Gas Lane</title><summary type='text'>The linked article is a very well-written and researched opinion about the recent influx of drilling of Marcellus shale in Bradford County, PA (where I grew up).

Gasland also was released on HBO recently, and really sheds new light on what the locals had originally thought of as a "gold mine" for their area.  Very, very scary stuff.  Aside from the water contamination, there is also the issue </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.correntewire.com/book/export/html/23963' title='Life in the Gas Lane'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/2885344650720290418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=2885344650720290418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2885344650720290418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2885344650720290418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-in-gas-lane.html' title='Life in the Gas Lane'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-4503301381628985758</id><published>2010-07-14T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:02:36.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Write Like.....</title><summary type='text'>Very cool site.  I just wish it told me why I write like these particular authors.

Based on my "All My Eggs in One Basket" post:



I write like
Margaret AtwoodI Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!


From "The F Bomb" post:



I write like
Stephen KingI Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
And from "Why I Love Jewish Men":

&lt;!-- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/4503301381628985758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=4503301381628985758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4503301381628985758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4503301381628985758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-write-like.html' title='I Write Like.....'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-7391056473791932695</id><published>2010-07-12T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T07:53:21.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horton Vineyards</title><summary type='text'>(I'm being really lazy here and just copying &amp; pasting my review from TripAdvisor &amp; Yelp)

I rarely write reviews for anything.  An experience has to be either incredible or incredibly terrible for me to take the time to review it.  I'm making an exception here, because half the experience was fantastic.  The other half was terrible.  Horton gets 3 stars simply because the wines are great.  There</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/7391056473791932695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=7391056473791932695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/7391056473791932695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/7391056473791932695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/07/horton-vineyards.html' title='Horton Vineyards'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-2316871986517687244</id><published>2010-07-07T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T08:54:46.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Fool</title><summary type='text'>So lately, in an effort  to break my habit of putting all of my eggs in one basket, I’ve been on a  lot of the dating sites and meeting a lot of people.  I’ve got quite a  few dates lined up....and some of them I’m pretty “meh” about.  But, you  never know.  One of these guys who doesn’t excite me via email may end  up being “the one.”  So why not give all of them a shot, right?

The problem is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/2316871986517687244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=2316871986517687244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2316871986517687244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2316871986517687244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/07/dating-fool.html' title='Dating Fool'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-3352311633156646260</id><published>2010-07-02T15:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T15:03:30.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me in a nutshell</title><summary type='text'>"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I'm out of control and at times hard to handle. But, if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."

-Marilyn Monroe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/3352311633156646260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=3352311633156646260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3352311633156646260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3352311633156646260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-in-nutshell.html' title='Me in a nutshell'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-6634368699973677798</id><published>2010-07-01T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T15:40:09.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...am I boring or what??</title><summary type='text'>I took a personality test and these were the results:


Your Top Strength
&lt;!--Ektron CMS FormBlock--&gt;Citizenship,  teamwork, and loyalty
You excel as a member of a group. You are a loyal and dedicated  teammate, you always do your share, and you work hard for the success of  your group.&lt;!--/Ektron CMS FormBlock--&gt;
Your Second Strength
&lt;!--Ektron CMS FormBlock--&gt;Capacity to love and be loved
You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/6634368699973677798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=6634368699973677798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6634368699973677798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6634368699973677798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/07/wowam-i-boring-or-what.html' title='Wow...am I boring or what??'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-3435782639057066272</id><published>2010-06-29T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:38:10.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Hate the Player....</title><summary type='text'>...I certainly do hate the game.  I've never been one to play games.   I'm a very "what you see is what you get" kind of gal.  And I pretty  much wear my heart on my sleeve.  (Let's see how many more cliches I can  squeeze in).  I have no p-p-p-poker face.

Okay, enough with the  cliches, but it's all true.  Dating has always been tough for me, since I  am not what you would call "mysterious."  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/3435782639057066272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=3435782639057066272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3435782639057066272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3435782639057066272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-hate-player.html' title='Don&apos;t Hate the Player....'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/TCo9jHAa61I/AAAAAAAAAM4/z6vt2bOwi_w/s72-c/poker-hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-3196282870843748395</id><published>2010-06-29T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T10:19:50.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why Lilu rocks.....</title><summary type='text'>Just watch.  No explanation necessary</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/3196282870843748395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=3196282870843748395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3196282870843748395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3196282870843748395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-why-lilu-rocks.html' title='This is why Lilu rocks.....'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-3200858083071727665</id><published>2010-06-24T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T15:03:21.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blue today...</title><summary type='text'>"You left a stain on every one of my good days.  But I am stronger than you know....I have to let you go."

Matchbox Twenty "Disease"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/3200858083071727665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=3200858083071727665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3200858083071727665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3200858083071727665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/06/blue-today.html' title='blue today...'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-2628395707219484092</id><published>2010-06-15T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:18:56.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealbreakers</title><summary type='text'>I recently stumbled on an archive post from one of my favorite sites, Mental_floss Blog, that really got me thinking.  The post was about literary deal breakers, but a lot of the comments also explored music and movie dealbreakers. 

It got me thinking about my own personal dealbreakers when it comes to entertainment.  I don't consider myself a snob about books, movies or music, nor would I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/2628395707219484092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=2628395707219484092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2628395707219484092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2628395707219484092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/06/dealbreakers.html' title='Dealbreakers'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-2708561300961412273</id><published>2010-06-09T15:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:49:52.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The F Bomb</title><summary type='text'>Anyone who's dated for any amount of time has no doubt been a victim of  the dreaded F Bomb.  You meet someone, have a few dates, are coasting  along comfortably, then suddenly BAM!  The "friends" speech.  The  "you're such a great person and I really like being around you, but I  just don't have romantic feelings for you... but I do want to be  friends" speech.  One of my good friends went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/2708561300961412273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-2183974488880180441</id><published>2010-06-08T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T14:07:19.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Months of Hell (or where I've been)</title><summary type='text'>So, as some of you know, until recently I was in the hotel industry (I  have now- thankfully- made the switch to IT).  While I have always loved  the industry itself, there are many draw-backs (the low salaries being a  big one).  Perhaps the biggest one is some of the people you have to  put up with every day.  While I know that there are douche bags in every  industry, typically it's either the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/2183974488880180441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=2183974488880180441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2183974488880180441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2183974488880180441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/06/seven-months-of-hell-or-where-ive-been.html' title='Seven Months of Hell (or where I&apos;ve been)'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/TA6Tjhm1TII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wT6JbUcC6Ow/s72-c/mean-girls-update1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-8740501095479751810</id><published>2010-06-07T08:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T08:39:53.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All My Eggs in One Basket</title><summary type='text'>I've often been accused by friends and family of putting all of my eggs  in one basket.  I meet someone, typically online, we exchange emails or  IMs, and if I decide I like him, I don't communicate with any other  guys.  If I then really like him, I'm focused on that one guy, which as  you all know, can lead to neediness and eventually scare the guy away.   My friends are constantly telling me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/8740501095479751810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=8740501095479751810' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8740501095479751810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8740501095479751810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-my-eggs-in-one-basket.html' title='All My Eggs in One Basket'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/TAz2k2N5QCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FGyrfDJ1E1w/s72-c/eggs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-6084532973712109216</id><published>2010-03-26T10:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:45:59.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So here we are...</title><summary type='text'>I got quite a reality check this week.  As some of you know, aw dumped me last year.  And over the past year, I've been pining away, hoping he would wake up and realize what he lost.  Well, he hasn't.  While I was wishing and hoping and dreaming, he was moving on with his life- in a big way.  He is now engaged.  That's right- someone so emotionally crippled that he couldn't handle a woman crying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/6084532973712109216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=6084532973712109216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6084532973712109216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6084532973712109216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-here-we-are.html' title='So here we are...'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/S6zV2EDdZUI/AAAAAAAAALo/ipwQF7UI20E/s72-c/middle_finger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-5678910331449375940</id><published>2009-03-10T13:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:01:04.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Me</title><summary type='text'>The other day I was discussing ways to relax with a good friend (and fellow anxiety and panic disorder sufferer*) and we started talking about yoga.  I have become a huge yoga junkie- sometimes going to up to three classes in a weekend.  She was commenting on the fact that I suddenly sound like a new-age hippie and asked what the benefits (besides amazing flexibility) were.That's when I realized </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/5678910331449375940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=5678910331449375940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/5678910331449375940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/5678910331449375940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2009/03/yoga-me.html' title='Yoga Me'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/Sba4mxXIgTI/AAAAAAAAALU/noh1Kt4K4Q0/s72-c/yoga2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-8682277684234992395</id><published>2009-02-05T19:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:01:26.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a note</title><summary type='text'>drinking every night may not be the healthiest way to heal a broken heart, but it sure as hell helps to numb the pain.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/8682277684234992395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=8682277684234992395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8682277684234992395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8682277684234992395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-note.html' title='just a note'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-6266572273062227480</id><published>2009-02-01T16:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:01:20.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>change of heart</title><summary type='text'>I used to believe that love was powerful and conquered all.  I've changed my mind.  Love is bullshit.  Love makes you weak and I no longer believe in it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/6266572273062227480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=6266572273062227480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6266572273062227480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6266572273062227480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2009/02/change-of-heart.html' title='change of heart'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-4063055976562132213</id><published>2009-01-31T10:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:06:37.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was wrong</title><summary type='text'>I'm not okay.  My heart hurts.  Literally.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/4063055976562132213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=4063055976562132213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4063055976562132213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4063055976562132213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-wrong.html' title='I was wrong'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-3510948012626411733</id><published>2009-01-29T09:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:08:03.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly I see</title><summary type='text'>Epiphanies are a strange thing.  You're going along, living your life, trying to figure things out for yourself and BAM!  Suddenly things start to become clear.   At least that's how it seems to have happened for me.I've always been depressed.  And I've always looked to other things or people to make be feel better.  As if there was something in this world that would stop the pain...I just needed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/3510948012626411733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=3510948012626411733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3510948012626411733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3510948012626411733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2009/01/suddenly-i-see.html' title='Suddenly I see'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-7907805796582518787</id><published>2009-01-25T14:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:24:50.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>risk...</title><summary type='text'>You have to be willing to take risks if you want to gt close to someone.  To risk love of any kind is to risk the pain that comes of loss.  And it's the experience of both that makes us truly human.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/7907805796582518787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=7907805796582518787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/7907805796582518787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/7907805796582518787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2009/01/risk.html' title='risk...'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-8402936200471233092</id><published>2009-01-24T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:47:15.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazingly accurate</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- 3.41 / 4.13 --&gt;   Main Type  Overall Self      Take Free Enneagram Personality Test     Enneagram Test Results   Type 1  Perfectionism  |||||||||||||| 58%   Type 2  Helpfulness |||||||||||||||| 62%    Type 3  Image Focus  ||||||||||||  46%   Type 4 Hypersensitivity  ||||||||||||||||||||  90%    Type 5  Detachment  ||||||||||||||  58%   Type 6 Anxiety  ||||||||||||||||  70%    Type 7  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/8402936200471233092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=8402936200471233092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8402936200471233092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8402936200471233092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2009/01/amazingly-accurate.html' title='Amazingly accurate'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-8387321831008748841</id><published>2009-01-22T11:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:23:54.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What she wants</title><summary type='text'>What she wants more than anything is:to know that being with her makes you happier than you've ever been.that you can't imagine your life without her.that you realize that fighting for her is worth the struggle.that you tell her that she's the most important person in your life.that you tell her how amazing and beautiful she is.that you tell her all of the things you told her when you first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/8387321831008748841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=8387321831008748841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8387321831008748841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8387321831008748841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-she-wants.html' title='What she wants'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-7631286818791756315</id><published>2009-01-21T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:08:20.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never fails ...</title><summary type='text'>...to make me cry:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/7631286818791756315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=7631286818791756315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/7631286818791756315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/7631286818791756315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-fails.html' title='Never fails ...'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-4528340725945618667</id><published>2009-01-20T17:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:17:14.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Goods</title><summary type='text'>While some of y'all were freezing your butts off downtown, I was scoring some free beauty products.  Starting today, thanks to a class-action settlement, some of the biggest department stores are giving away mascaras, facecreams and shower gels.  But hurry- this stuff is going fast:the consumerist article is hereThe products up for grabs?  Well, I didn't get a list until I got there, but I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/4528340725945618667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=4528340725945618667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4528340725945618667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4528340725945618667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2009/01/free-goods.html' title='Free Goods'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-8418196151627548792</id><published>2009-01-14T14:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:33:20.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tales</title><summary type='text'>I've always loved fairy tales.  Maybe a little too much.  I've probably let them seep into my brain a little too much.  As cynical as I pretend to be, I've always dreamed that some day, my prince would come along and sweep me off my feet and we'd live happily ever after.  Maybe it's also the fact that I'm a Pisces, who are known for being dreamers.  Maybe my mom should have told me over and over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/8418196151627548792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=8418196151627548792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8418196151627548792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8418196151627548792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2009/01/fairy-tails.html' title='Fairy Tales'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/SW5GFR7PVeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/__jN4yvmM6I/s72-c/cinderella-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-1694902708346097033</id><published>2008-09-22T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:41:49.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Evil</title><summary type='text'>Don't get me wrong.  I use Facebook as much as the next person.  But it's getting a little out of control.  Not only do I now know the moods, activities, likes and dislikes of everyone I've worked with, gone to high school with, or even just run into who happens to have a Facebook account, but I'm also forced to feel like an old woman.Earlier today, someone sent me a group invite from one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/1694902708346097033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=1694902708346097033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/1694902708346097033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/1694902708346097033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-evil.html' title='The New Evil'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/SNfYVGPrPDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/28dhfuT-64U/s72-c/fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-6140829834451494134</id><published>2008-09-03T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:24:35.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirky</title><summary type='text'>I found this funny post on Rands In Repose about quirks and it really got me thinking about all of mine- and how many I have in common with other people.  I mean, some of these are direct quotes from the other post.  Guess I'm not so weird after all.1. switches have to be up when on, down when off.2. everything has to be in even numbers (unless divisible by 5).  Radio &amp; tv volume, etc.  I really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/6140829834451494134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=6140829834451494134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6140829834451494134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6140829834451494134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2008/09/quirky.html' title='Quirky'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-5366697927219064630</id><published>2008-06-17T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:17:34.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell yes</title><summary type='text'>I love love love Firefox 3!  Download now if you haven't already!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/5366697927219064630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=5366697927219064630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/5366697927219064630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/5366697927219064630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2008/06/hell-yes.html' title='Hell yes'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-1068537681750880691</id><published>2008-06-16T18:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:59:58.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a friendly reminder</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/1068537681750880691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=1068537681750880691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/1068537681750880691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/1068537681750880691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-friendly-reminder.html' title='Just a friendly reminder'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-1729541510313967133</id><published>2008-06-09T11:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:31:20.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeve</title><summary type='text'>People blaming everything on the weather.  No, the sinus infection, bronchitis, AND pneumonia that I had last week has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that it is 200 degrees outside today!  thankyouverymuch.Back to your regularly scheduled program.  (it had been too long since I posted)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/1729541510313967133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=1729541510313967133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/1729541510313967133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/1729541510313967133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2008/06/pet-peeve.html' title='Pet Peeve'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-2026436934191988813</id><published>2008-04-17T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T15:03:17.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100</title><summary type='text'>100 days smoke-free!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/2026436934191988813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=2026436934191988813' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2026436934191988813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2026436934191988813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2008/04/100.html' title='100'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-2537442977540271137</id><published>2008-04-15T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:27:13.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><summary type='text'>You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You’re so much more than I ever thought I deserved or could get. You’re the person that makes me strive to be better. I know I don’t always show how much I appreciate you, but I truly do. I can’t remember anyone before you and I hope there is no one after you. I wish that you were my first. I wish I could have given you that gift. But I will work for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/2537442977540271137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=2537442977540271137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2537442977540271137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2537442977540271137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2008/04/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/SAUrmWfsoEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ySo1weaF3Y8/s72-c/KoonsHangingHeart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-5077615067227451773</id><published>2008-02-07T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:38:41.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days</title><summary type='text'>Today is huge for me.  It's my 30th day of being smoke-free.  I've definitely had a lot of cravings, but it's strange- after the first week, I started thinking in terms of "if I have a cigarette now, I'll have to start back at day 1."  And that, along with a sweet, supportive boyfriend has been enough to motivate me.  I guess it's true that when you're ready to quit, you can do it.  Drunkbrunch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/5077615067227451773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=5077615067227451773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/5077615067227451773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/5077615067227451773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2008/02/30-days.html' title='30 Days'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/R6syjvSDYuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4zTqNcI7GBg/s72-c/no-smoking-2-circle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-8105679017631081706</id><published>2008-01-08T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:56:02.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/8105679017631081706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=8105679017631081706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8105679017631081706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8105679017631081706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-2150543893456585445</id><published>2008-01-04T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T10:30:12.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thievery</title><summary type='text'>I've been seeing a lot of "Ron Paul" signs around lately, most of them consisting of a piece of paper with his name and "'08" in crappy handwriting.  And every time I think "this guy is running one of the most half-assed campaigns in history.  But this morning, while driving to work on the toll road I saw a (more official looking) campaign sign on one of the overpasses that almost stopped me in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/2150543893456585445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=2150543893456585445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2150543893456585445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2150543893456585445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2008/01/thievery.html' title='Thievery'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/R35QBcXCAWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hOmBnzVupdI/s72-c/revolution-lounge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-2391364495578364179</id><published>2007-11-05T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:03:42.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Learned</title><summary type='text'>I realize I've kind of fallen off the face of the earth, and I've been really terrible at keeping in touch with people.  But I've been doing a lot of thinking recently- and learning.  So in the past months, I've learned quite a lot.1. When you work in the hotel business, and are planning a trip to Vegas, it's always good to let your GM know- and hopefully, he'll email the GM at the hotel/casino </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/2391364495578364179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=2391364495578364179' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2391364495578364179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2391364495578364179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-ive-learned.html' title='What I&apos;ve Learned'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-8744889499031598850</id><published>2007-10-09T06:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T07:07:08.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Jude</title><summary type='text'>"Hey, Jude, don't make it bad  Take a sad song and make it better  Remember to let her into your heart  Then you can start to make it betterHey, Jude, don't be afraid  You were made to go out and get her  The minute you let her under your skin  Then you begin to make it better.And any time you feel the pain, hey, Jude, refrain  Don't carry the world upon your shoulders  Well don't you know that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/8744889499031598850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=8744889499031598850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8744889499031598850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/8744889499031598850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-jude.html' title='Hey Jude'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-3159759793073399619</id><published>2007-08-24T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:08:33.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><summary type='text'>Ok, seriously.  How can anyone abuse an animal?  It just makes me sick.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/3159759793073399619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=3159759793073399619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3159759793073399619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3159759793073399619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/08/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-5892472636099680456</id><published>2007-08-23T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:50:50.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no words</title><summary type='text'>All I can say is that this otter is either the cutest thing or the most disturbing thing I have seen in a very long time.  Thank gawd for Cute Overload!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/5892472636099680456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=5892472636099680456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/5892472636099680456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/5892472636099680456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-no-words.html' title='I have no words'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-7415752576165141839</id><published>2007-08-16T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:26:29.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to meet the Muppets on the Muppet Show tonight</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what it is, but when I read this little piece of news, the theme song from the Muppets suddenly started running through my head.Maybe it's because of this picture:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/7415752576165141839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=7415752576165141839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/7415752576165141839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/7415752576165141839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-time-to-meet-muppets-on-muppet-show.html' title='It&apos;s time to meet the Muppets on the Muppet Show tonight'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/RsSkQ4YGhBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CLvlq6LPZm8/s72-c/muppet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-699544120970357245</id><published>2007-07-26T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:04:18.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction</title><summary type='text'>So I've been hearing a lot of people use the lame ass argument, "well, if Vick had been killing people/babies/what-have-you, no one would care.  Which is the argument people always use in situations like this, and is a completely moronic approach.So, because I (think I) made my point very eloquently over on Velvet in Dupont, when Drunken Chud tried to compare the situation to Pacman Jones, saying</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/699544120970357245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=699544120970357245' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/699544120970357245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/699544120970357245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/07/reaction.html' title='Reaction'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-2667273022247424687</id><published>2007-07-24T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:12:24.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicko</title><summary type='text'>I know this story has been covered to death, but I need to put my two cents in.  It's pretty obvious that Michael Vick was, in fact, involved in this, and it makes me sick to my stomach.  I honestly wish I hadn't read the full article, namely the details of what happened to the dogs who lost fights, but unfortunately I did.  And I've been disgusted since.I have never been able to hear news of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/2667273022247424687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=2667273022247424687' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2667273022247424687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/2667273022247424687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/07/sicko.html' title='Sicko'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-7464592967715706543</id><published>2007-07-19T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:29:04.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The grunter, the strutter and the non-wiper</title><summary type='text'>I am lucky enough to work somewhere with a decent gym which is hardly used.  So every day, I spend my lunch break there, sweating my ass off.  Normally, there's no one there during this time.  However, sometimes I'm lucky to be in the company of some of the most annoying gym personalities.  Today was one of those times.  I was just going about my business, going through my triathlon of cardio </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/7464592967715706543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=7464592967715706543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/7464592967715706543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/7464592967715706543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/07/grunter-strutter-and-non-wiper.html' title='The grunter, the strutter and the non-wiper'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/Rp_8iGS8wuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9UcI2PrVm2Y/s72-c/is-in-ur-gym-swetin-to-tha-oldiez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-3236084229830899453</id><published>2007-07-17T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:48:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time coming, but thank you to everyone who offered their condolences.  It really meant a lot to know that there  were people out there thinking about me- even if they never met me.Things have been pretty rough, and unfortunately, it looks like nothing is going to happen to the bus driver that killed him.  Apparently, bus drivers are pretty much able to drive however they want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/3236084229830899453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=3236084229830899453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3236084229830899453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3236084229830899453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-1296412141032308735</id><published>2007-06-28T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:00:15.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Childish Much?</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Needtsza for pointing this out.God, I hate this anorexic bitch:I just want to walk up to her and cut her hair.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/1296412141032308735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=1296412141032308735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/1296412141032308735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/1296412141032308735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/06/childish-much.html' title='Childish Much?'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-4856857312720005786</id><published>2007-06-24T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:51:36.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Project</title><summary type='text'>So, inspired by my friend Avin and her 99 Products blog, I've started a new project.  I really haven't had much to say on this one, since things in my personal life are not quite as dramatic as they used to be.  However, when it comes to beauty products, I'm a junkie.  I spend more on makeup, hair products and skin products than I do on clothes, and most of them really don't work.  So I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/4856857312720005786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=4856857312720005786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4856857312720005786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4856857312720005786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-project.html' title='New Project'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-1090307836587570465</id><published>2007-06-12T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:01:22.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Stuff</title><summary type='text'>Is anyone else terrified that the world will self-destruct before the end of the year?  Because all of this shit scares the hell out of me:firstsecondthirdfourthand last, but certainly not least...and perhaps the scariest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/1090307836587570465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=1090307836587570465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/1090307836587570465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/1090307836587570465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/06/scary-stuff.html' title='Scary Stuff'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-502700034179655988</id><published>2007-05-15T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:24:05.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad. Angry. Numb. Angry. Sad.</title><summary type='text'>It has taken a little time for me to write this, and I'm sure I'll have to keep stopping to collect my thoughts.  On the morning of May 2, my baby cousin was killed when a school bus failed to yield and made a left turn in front of his motorcycle.  He was killed on impact.  His dental records were needed to identify him.  He was only 23. In the 13 days since the accident, I have been going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/502700034179655988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=502700034179655988' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/502700034179655988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/502700034179655988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/05/sad-angry-numb-angry-sad.html' title='Sad. Angry. Numb. Angry. Sad.'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/RkoyAqW1jpI/AAAAAAAAACA/nGcT--_nJ6k/s72-c/bri3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-3430078858895479416</id><published>2007-04-17T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:22:55.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Kass, but.....</title><summary type='text'>I was not going to openly boycott Blogger Happy Hour because of Kassy's involvement in hosting the event, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like the right thing to do.  I was not going to go anyways, but a stronger statement needs to be made.  Velvet has been a great friend to a lot of us, and has always stuck up for us.  When certain people felt attacked by Rob, Velvet stuck up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/3430078858895479416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=3430078858895479416' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3430078858895479416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/3430078858895479416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorry-kass-but.html' title='Sorry Kass, but.....'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/RiTTIIJ5IVI/AAAAAAAAABw/2NQ_xKaKa8o/s72-c/boycotthappyhour.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-6290490433323924009</id><published>2007-04-05T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T18:06:04.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete</title><summary type='text'>"Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. . . . When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence". Edmond de Goncourt (1822-96) and Jules de Goncourt (1830-70)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/6290490433323924009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=6290490433323924009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6290490433323924009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6290490433323924009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/04/complete.html' title='Complete'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-6370354238093275790</id><published>2007-03-23T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T16:08:30.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out-of-towner</title><summary type='text'>My first 'real' vacation- without my family. And I couldn't be more excited. We're heading out tomorrow morning.First, here:Then, here:Finally, here:Hope y'all have a great week!  I know I will!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/6370354238093275790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=6370354238093275790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6370354238093275790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6370354238093275790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/03/out-of-towner.html' title='Out-of-towner'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/RgRBRN97feI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ngj3AbS5yUY/s72-c/south-beach.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-6227917565702078166</id><published>2007-03-21T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T08:24:35.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete Happiness</title><summary type='text'>"Because of you I'm running out of reasons to cry."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/6227917565702078166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=6227917565702078166' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6227917565702078166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/6227917565702078166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/03/complete-happiness.html' title='Complete Happiness'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-5334194167759999615</id><published>2007-03-01T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:29:04.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you smarter than a 5th grader?</title><summary type='text'>I am, but unfortunately, some other people aren't.  Has anyone watched this at all?  I can't believe how idiotic our country is.  How do you not know that Columbus Day is in October?  Or that R.E.M. stands for Rapid Eye Movement?  Or that there are 15 teaspoons in 5 tablespoons?It's so sad that grown-ass adults do not know the answers to 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th grade questions.  In my opinion, the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/5334194167759999615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=5334194167759999615' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/5334194167759999615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/5334194167759999615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-you-smarter-than-5th-grader.html' title='Are you smarter than a 5th grader?'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-4078967591320462413</id><published>2007-02-28T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T19:48:05.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn, my friends are funny</title><summary type='text'>So my friend "T" and I were chatting during American Idol last night, and I realized how funny of a conversation it was- especially given that both of us have ADD. I won't show you guys the full conversation (it was a long one), but some of the highlights.T: I agree about that AI girl. They should put her ho ass off the show.Ash: hells yeah she's a hoT: The other pics might not be herAsh: the bj </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/4078967591320462413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=4078967591320462413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4078967591320462413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4078967591320462413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/02/damn-my-friends-are-funny.html' title='Damn, my friends are funny'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-4670467421414894176</id><published>2007-02-26T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:17:20.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol?</title><summary type='text'>All I can say is that if Antonella Barba is not booted from American Idol this week, we'll know that sh*t is fixed. Remember Frenchie? She wasn't even naked in the pics (or performing oral sex) and he was kicked off. I'm sure Antonella's parents are so proud of their Catholic University daughter.****No judgement- I'm just saying that if you're going to be on American Idol, there better not be any</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/4670467421414894176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=4670467421414894176' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4670467421414894176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4670467421414894176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/02/idol.html' title='Idol?'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/ReM_h7jGBxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aZQQdl1OnS0/s72-c/antonella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-5261733776138985690</id><published>2007-02-20T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T16:38:13.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!!</title><summary type='text'>Holy shit I'm old. 30 is getting a little too close.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/5261733776138985690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=5261733776138985690' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/5261733776138985690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/5261733776138985690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!!'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/RdtqOL8gHVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NBTJwpJ3kgs/s72-c/birthday_cake_8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-4579060694901335718</id><published>2007-02-12T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:25:10.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Potpourri</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I realize I haven't posted in a long time. Things have been crazy around here. My boss just landed a dream job at a very posh hotel in LA- which is great for her, but means a shit-ton more work for me. I'm doing 2 people's jobs for the same pay. However, it's a great learning experience, so I guess it's worthwhile.You like me. You really like me. I won "Best DC Blog" last week (yay!). It was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/4579060694901335718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=4579060694901335718' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4579060694901335718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/4579060694901335718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/02/monday-potpourri.html' title='Monday Potpourri'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mioZ6B4kGX8/RdEAm78gHUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lsgoZawCmDM/s72-c/bestdcblogaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-7795003706326595214</id><published>2007-01-30T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:37:45.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The roommate chronicles Part II</title><summary type='text'>So last time, I talked about my roommate first semester freshman year. After that semester, I moved into the dorms with one of my sorority sisters, Vicki. Vicki had a fiance, Chris, who was a year younger, so he was still in high school. Which, for most women, would mean that she spent most nights in her room or in the library, being a good girlfriend. Vicki was not most women. She was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/7795003706326595214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=7795003706326595214' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/7795003706326595214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/7795003706326595214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/01/roommate-chronicals-part-ii.html' title='The roommate chronicles Part II'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116960012198962164</id><published>2007-01-23T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:36:28.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to Comedy Central</title><summary type='text'>Dearest Comedy Central (CC),We've been together for a long time, and it pains me to write this, but I think we have reached the end of this relationship. You used to be so great. I could watch you for hours. You had great comedians and shows that were actually funny. You showed reruns of "Saturday Night Live" and "Who's Line is it Anyways?" And on weekends you showed funny movies. I could always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116960012198962164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116960012198962164' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116960012198962164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116960012198962164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/01/open-letter-to-comedy-central.html' title='An open letter to Comedy Central'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116949886752150409</id><published>2007-01-22T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T13:50:49.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your choice is the one thing no one should be able to take from you</title><summary type='text'>Today, the 34th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, is Blog for Choice day (click on the pic above to read more).Luckily, I have never had to make that choice. And I don't know what I would do in that situation, but the point is that I have the choice. We all have the choice. Please make your opinion known- especially considering the Supreme Court is now largely republican.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116949886752150409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116949886752150409' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116949886752150409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116949886752150409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/01/your-choice-is-one-thing-no-one-should.html' title='Your choice is the one thing no one should be able to take from you'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116906760013904673</id><published>2007-01-17T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T12:24:04.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Sugar Daddies!</title><summary type='text'>It's time to look at some of the gold-digger ads. These aren't quite as funny as the men, but I did find a few winners in here.1. GetItGirl25 is a 24-year old single woman looking for a sugar daddy between the ages of 18 and 90. Wow, she's picky. In her words: "Im good fun. I'll have you laughing all the time. I will NOT give you no DRAMA...If you want to know more. contact me!" If her only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116906760013904673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116906760013904673' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116906760013904673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116906760013904673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/01/more-sugar-daddies.html' title='More Sugar Daddies!'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116898115299487863</id><published>2007-01-16T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T12:48:06.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic has a new name</title><summary type='text'>So I was driving in to work today, listening to the radio, when the dj starts talking about a website called SugarDaddyForMe. Honestly. There is a website devoted to young, vapid women in search of rich, shallow older men. So, of course, I had to check it out. Now, I'm not going to get into physical appearances or anything, but come on. There are 698 women in the DC area on this site. Women </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116898115299487863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116898115299487863' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116898115299487863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116898115299487863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/01/pathetic-has-new-name.html' title='Pathetic has a new name'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116864233276313284</id><published>2007-01-12T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T06:04:39.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Secrets</title><summary type='text'>The lovely miss View from Dupont tagged me today, and it's been a while since I've posted a meme, so what better way to finish the week.I have to list 5 secrets...there really aren't any that I haven't already posted on here, so nothing shocking.Secret #1: I've never been to Canada. It's strange considering I grew up only a few miles from the NY state border, and Niagara Falls really wasn't that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116864233276313284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116864233276313284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116864233276313284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116864233276313284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/01/5-secrets.html' title='5 Secrets'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116844523049608282</id><published>2007-01-10T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T09:31:01.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna buy a man?</title><summary type='text'>Or just a date with one. The NotGirls' Charity Auction starts tomorrow, so get over there and bid on your favorite man. Some of us (who are already in a relationship) will be doing some strategic bidding (hey, it's for a good cause).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116844523049608282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116844523049608282' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116844523049608282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116844523049608282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/01/wanna-buy-man.html' title='Wanna buy a man?'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116829105244919990</id><published>2007-01-08T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T16:17:32.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of an HMO</title><summary type='text'>*Warning- This post may make the guys out there a little uncomfortable- it’s about girly-parts; or more specifically seeing a girly-parts doctor when you’re covered by a shitty HMO.So last week was time for my dreaded annual exam. Lucky for me, I’m covered under the wonderful Kaiser Permanente, so I knew they’d take good care of me. I called to make my appointment about two weeks ago, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116829105244919990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116829105244919990' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116829105244919990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116829105244919990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/01/joys-of-hmo.html' title='The joys of an HMO'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116795930243975887</id><published>2007-01-04T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:08:22.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The roommate chronicles Part I</title><summary type='text'>So I've had some very interesting roommates throughout my life, so I thought I'd share some of the stories with all of you. Hope some of my roommate nightmares entertain you (and make you feel a little better about some of the ones you've had).Roommate #1- 1st Semester Freshman year- Talisha (aka. "The Militant")My first semester no dorms were available, so I ended up having to live in off-campus</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116795930243975887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116795930243975887' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116795930243975887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116795930243975887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/01/roommate-chronicles-part-i.html' title='The roommate chronicles Part I'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116787244404793561</id><published>2007-01-03T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T09:13:37.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your help!</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I'm jumping on Nicole's bandwagon and doing the whole Coke Rewards thing. I figure I've drank so much Coke throughout my life that I may as well get something out of it. Only, I don't drink as much as I used to, so I'm not getting as many points as I would have, had I been collecting codes in the past. Thus my need for your help. If any of you drink Coke (or Diet Coke) (and aren't already </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116787244404793561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116787244404793561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116787244404793561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116787244404793561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-need-your-help.html' title='I need your help!'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116779230100407565</id><published>2007-01-02T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:45:01.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I don't matter....</title><summary type='text'>So this year (at work) is not starting off well at all. Before I tell you what is going on, let me first start with some background on my job. I am a systems analyst- which in the hotel business means that I am responsible for running all of the reports that let sales and catering managers know how well (or not well) they are performing. I also am responsible for monitoring group performance, as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116779230100407565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116779230100407565' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116779230100407565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116779230100407565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2007/01/guess-i-dont-matter.html' title='Guess I don&apos;t matter....'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116697598141987243</id><published>2006-12-24T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:59:41.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmakkah!</title><summary type='text'> I'm in the mountains on dial-up, so I won't be doing much blogging.  See y'all on Wednesday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116697598141987243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116697598141987243' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116697598141987243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116697598141987243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmakkah.html' title='Merry Christmakkah!'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116673160081327366</id><published>2006-12-21T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:06:41.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad day in DC blogs</title><summary type='text'>I'm sad to say that both Circle V and Kathryn have quit blogging.  It's a sad day indeed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116673160081327366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116673160081327366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116673160081327366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116673160081327366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2006/12/sad-day-in-dc-blogs.html' title='Sad day in DC blogs'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116657277870938512</id><published>2006-12-19T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T19:02:01.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anons are fun</title><summary type='text'>So, last week, when checking my mail, I noticed that someone had commented on an old post. It was the first post that made it onto Wonkette, but I'm surprised when I still get comments on it, considering how long ago it was. But what surprised me the most was the actual comment. And since the commenter was nice enough to use her real name in the comment (real smart, eh?), I'm going to give you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116657277870938512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116657277870938512' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116657277870938512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116657277870938512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2006/12/anons-are-fun.html' title='Anons are fun'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116611540724846670</id><published>2006-12-14T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T11:56:56.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid question of the day</title><summary type='text'>A very annoying, very slow client called me four times this morning, each question dumber than the previous. Perhaps the worst one:Client (asking about her group's reservations): "You don't make separate reservations for the couples?" Me: "No, if it's a couple with the same last name, we just make one reservation."Client: "But how does the front desk know that they are a couple? Do they ask if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116611540724846670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116611540724846670' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116611540724846670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116611540724846670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2006/12/stupid-question-of-day.html' title='Stupid question of the day'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116602661376914807</id><published>2006-12-13T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T11:17:18.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><summary type='text'>I'm finally getting around to my recap of Blogger Happy Hour (yes, it was 5 days ago). I've been such a slacker lately.I met a few new people, which was great. Carrie M is awesome, DCVita is hot, and FreckledK in no way resembles her avatar (that's a compliment, by the way). I also had the pleasure of meeting KOB (from DC Blogs), who seemed content to just stand back and watch the craziness (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116602661376914807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116602661376914807' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116602661376914807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116602661376914807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2006/12/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116542149436463885</id><published>2006-12-06T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T11:11:34.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for ME!!!</title><summary type='text'>I-66 is winding up the blogging year with some superlatives.  I'm hoping for any of the following (hint hint): Best Breasts (they are pretty spectacular); Best Grammar (yeah because I'm a geek like that); or Ms. Congeniality (what?  I'm nice to everyone..ok, almost everyone.....as long as you don't annoy me).  So get your vote on!  Deadline is Friday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116542149436463885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116542149436463885' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116542149436463885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116542149436463885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2006/12/vote-for-me.html' title='Vote for ME!!!'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116534868129489732</id><published>2006-12-05T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:58:04.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think they found him</title><summary type='text'>I wonder if he was nervous while reporting this?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116534868129489732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116534868129489732' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116534868129489732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116534868129489732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-think-they-found-him.html' title='I think they found him'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116527755569913066</id><published>2006-12-04T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T19:12:36.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In my rearview</title><summary type='text'>How is it that no one in the greater DC area knows when it is appropriate to use high- beams and when they need to turn their lights down? Being that I grew up in a rural area, I know that there is virtually no need to ever use them in this area. There are streetlights, people. And other cars. Please, if you aren't used to flipping that little handle to turn them off whenever another car is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116527755569913066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116527755569913066' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116527755569913066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116527755569913066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-my-rearview.html' title='In my rearview'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116500418388848359</id><published>2006-12-01T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T15:16:24.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I hate Chicago</title><summary type='text'>No, I have never actually been into Chicago, but I've been in the cluster-fuck that they refer to as an airport more than my fair share of times- and never had a good experience. Enough that I hate the entire city based soley on their airport.   Rachel's post today reminded me of why I detest O'Hare so badly. A bad experience every. single. time.  I even hate that airport enough that I would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116500418388848359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116500418388848359' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116500418388848359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116500418388848359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-i-hate-chicago.html' title='Why I hate Chicago'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14595200.post-116483165080571329</id><published>2006-11-29T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T20:59:37.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She'll pretty much have to: a woman's opinion</title><summary type='text'>One of my favorite bloggers, Bad at Life recently posed some questions about jewelry ads- basically, why "women are so drawn to small sparkly rocks." I was going to answer in the comments, then realized I had a lot more to say than a few words, so I'm responding on here.While I agree that some of the commercials are pretty damn lame (especially the "He went to Jared" ones), I do have to (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/feeds/116483165080571329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14595200&amp;postID=116483165080571329' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116483165080571329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14595200/posts/default/116483165080571329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashburnite.blogspot.com/2006/11/shell-pretty-much-have-to-womans.html' title='She&apos;ll pretty much have to: a woman&apos;s opinion'/><author><name>Ashburnite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08178625862969850097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/jlb392/marilyn2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry></feed>
