<?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-8212088984798324351</id><updated>2012-02-08T20:40:22.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Through My Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>The random ramblings of a thirty-something</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>308</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-6220277496798737663</id><published>2009-12-25T12:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:32:34.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Because of my recent addiction to watching "Whose Line Is It Anyway?" clips on YouTube (I don't have any of the DVDs yet), here are some of my favorite Christmas-related scenes from the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocking down the Christmas tree Irish Drinking song, featuring Brad Sherwood, Wayne Brady, Colin Mochrie and Ryan Stiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rWsnCxx2pM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rWsnCxx2pM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Hoedown, featuring Brad Sherwood, Drew Carey, Colin Mochrie and Ryan Stiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DoyGdwBKrl4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DoyGdwBKrl4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Ryan is saying "fucking Mrs. Claus" at the end. Stupid censors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the 2nd season of the original British "Whose Line," a game of Authors, featuring Greg Proops ( I have a total geek-crush on this guy), Sandi Toksvig, Tony Slattery and Mike McShane.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HERK6tGLXZk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HERK6tGLXZk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game itself kicks in about a minute and a half in, after the introductions of all the players.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-6220277496798737663?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/6220277496798737663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=6220277496798737663&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6220277496798737663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6220277496798737663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2936189967123924156</id><published>2009-12-17T17:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:36:07.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookit! I'm Blogging!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know. It's been a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still with Josh. We've been together 6 months now and things are going great. &lt;br /&gt;Here's us on Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SyqyHv3wogI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Iw_rke1IahM/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SyqyHv3wogI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Iw_rke1IahM/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416337348045611522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we're going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chele had her baby boy not even 2 weeks ago. Cameron Jackson Groskopf was 7 weeks premature and weighed 4lbs 2oz. He's now breathing 100% on his own and feeding normally. They hope to be able to bring him home by Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the salon the treated me like shit for 8 years and am now working at another salon that is &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; better so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. I have absolutely no complaints for a change. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also updated &lt;a href="http://cherlyn-mymusicblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;my music blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2936189967123924156?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2936189967123924156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2936189967123924156&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2936189967123924156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2936189967123924156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/12/lookit-im-blogging.html' title='Lookit! I&apos;m Blogging!!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SyqyHv3wogI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Iw_rke1IahM/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-692676599905145826</id><published>2009-10-17T16:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:14:00.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WANT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dodge Challenger goes Plum Crazy Purple for 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/StoyQ_22hlI/AAAAAAAAALc/v9x4wzOkI4M/s1600-h/2010-challenger-plum-crazy-large_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/StoyQ_22hlI/AAAAAAAAALc/v9x4wzOkI4M/s320/2010-challenger-plum-crazy-large_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393678771330385490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the three classic muscle car nameplates currently on sale in the United States, the Dodge Challenger may very well sport the most retro look and feel. Whether or not that's a good thing depends on your personal point of view, but Chrysler seems happy to accept the role and is further promoting the link to Challenger's '70s heritage with a new Plum Crazy Pearl Coat color option for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're not aware, Plum Crazy was the surprisingly popular deep purple hue found on the Challenger and its stablemate, the Plymouth Barracuda, during the heyday of the American muscle car wars. These days, any car originally painted up in Plum Crazy has an intrinsic value to many collectors, and it seems Dodge is hoping for a similar situation the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purple color is only available on R/T (for $225) and SRT models (for $500) for 2010 and the package also includes Plum interior stitching and a Plum seat stripe on the SRT8. Outside, buyers can choose from either Black Dual Wide Stripes or a newly-optional set of stripes in white. Previous High Impact colors Detonator Yellow and B-5 Blue are no longer available for order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also new for the Challenger in 2010 is a Super Track Pack option for a reasonable $400 that allows the driver to fully disengage stability control (finally) and adds 245/45ZR20 tires from Goodyear along with an uprated suspension with Load Leveling and Height Control, Performance Steering and heavy-duty disc brakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from: http://www.autoblog.com/2009/10/16/dodge-challenger-goes-plum-crazy-purple-for-2010/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't only want it because it's purple. I've had a thing for muscle cars ever since I was a kid. I will own one someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE BUY THIS FOR ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-692676599905145826?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/692676599905145826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=692676599905145826&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/692676599905145826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/692676599905145826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/10/want.html' title='WANT!!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/StoyQ_22hlI/AAAAAAAAALc/v9x4wzOkI4M/s72-c/2010-challenger-plum-crazy-large_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-3218420977350222273</id><published>2009-09-03T17:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:54:09.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it's been a while</title><content type='html'>But I just wanted to say that I just might have the most awesome boyfriend ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought me one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mobiledealsfreegifts.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/free-psp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.mobiledealsfreegifts.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/free-psp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so I could have this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SqA64PZeAaI/AAAAAAAAALU/FYq5LuRj5tg/s1600-h/FFpsp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SqA64PZeAaI/AAAAAAAAALU/FYq5LuRj5tg/s320/FFpsp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377362692960813474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also bought me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SqA55EwkyEI/AAAAAAAAALM/jqSauMgRfz8/s1600-h/SCpsp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SqA55EwkyEI/AAAAAAAAALM/jqSauMgRfz8/s320/SCpsp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377361607773177922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SqA47mTy27I/AAAAAAAAALE/FtNXHT0ztnI/s1600-h/TDRpsp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SqA47mTy27I/AAAAAAAAALE/FtNXHT0ztnI/s320/TDRpsp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377360551627381682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;hearts; that boy. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-3218420977350222273?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/3218420977350222273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=3218420977350222273&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3218420977350222273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3218420977350222273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-its-been-while.html' title='I know it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SqA64PZeAaI/AAAAAAAAALU/FYq5LuRj5tg/s72-c/FFpsp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-8885454407843917346</id><published>2009-08-09T20:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:40:34.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't You Forget About Me</title><content type='html'>We won't, Mr. Hughes. We won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZs2n_XjHzY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZs2n_XjHzY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The video isn't mine. But it's my favorite tribute I've found to one of my favorite film makers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-8885454407843917346?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/8885454407843917346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=8885454407843917346&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/8885454407843917346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/8885454407843917346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-you-forget-about-me.html' title='Don&apos;t You Forget About Me'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-6256184604970582837</id><published>2009-07-24T18:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:28:21.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels like forever since I blogged</title><content type='html'>So you get a meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever started off on the wrong foot with someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think you’re a good friend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the last person you got into a big argument with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom. That's never fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where did you sleep last night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Josh's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think relationships are ever worth it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good ones are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the last person you saw who wasn't family?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the first thing you thought this morning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmm cuddles..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How are you feeling?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good but a bit tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much I like more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there anything written on your hand?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have any dirty pictures on your cellphone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went to &lt;i&gt;bed&lt;/i&gt; I watched The Colbert Report with Josh. Before we went to &lt;i&gt;sleep&lt;/i&gt; we had sex. (I know you really wanted to know that lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is keeping you warm right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that it's summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever liked someone who all your friends hated?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. They were right too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is anybody disappointed in you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will you be up before 7 am tomorrow?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who are you closest to in your family?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the weather like today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot, humid, looking like it wants to rain but doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like your life as of now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a heavy sleeper?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been told you have nice eyes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Were you happy when you woke up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you plan on moving out the next year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No plans as of now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there that one guy/girl that you'll always have feelings for no matter what?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a couple actually &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last night, did you go to sleep smiling?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Any summer plans for 2009?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When someone says 'we need to talk', what do you think?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh oh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you stay up later than ten o'clock on a week night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did you get your last bruise?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably from bumping into something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tell me what's on your mind?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;At this very moment, what are you doing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you excited for the weekend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY WORK! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who has hurt you the most in the past year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who owns the last 2 cars you rode in?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Think back to your last relationship, was it all your fault it's over?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. But it wasn't his fault either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If your ex got his/her heart broken, would you feel bad for him/her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on which ex. Some, yes. Some others would deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Has anyone ever broken a promise to you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Could you survive without electricity?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How often do you drink Monster?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of times a week. Java Monster effing rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you waiting for something?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you wish you had an older, protective brother?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are girls too dramatic?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, yes. I could never be a lesbian. Women are crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you learned any lessons in life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-6256184604970582837?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/6256184604970582837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=6256184604970582837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6256184604970582837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6256184604970582837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-feels-like-forever-since-i-blogged.html' title='It feels like forever since I blogged'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-8992835068761850268</id><published>2009-07-09T12:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:56:11.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could choose how I die</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Man Dies At Chocolate Factory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(CNN) -- An employee at a New Jersey chocolate processing plant died Wednesday after falling into a vat of hot chocolate, according to a spokesman for the Camden County Prosecutor's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Smith II, 29, was dumping raw chocolate into the vat for melting when he fell in from a nine-foot high platform. He suffered a fatal blow to the head from the vat's agitator, a paddle-like mechanism used for stirring the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Camden County prosecutor's office, three other people were on the platform at the time. One was able to shut the machinery off quickly, but it was too late to save Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facility, owned by Cocoa Services Inc., is managed and operated by by Lyons and Sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rectangular vat, which was 8 feet deep, 14 feet long and 6 feet wide, was churning a batch of chocolate for Hershey's when the accident occurred, the prosecutor's office said.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://edition.cnn.com/2009/US/07/09/new.jersey.chocolate.death/index.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-8992835068761850268?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/8992835068761850268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=8992835068761850268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/8992835068761850268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/8992835068761850268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-could-choose-how-i-die.html' title='If I could choose how I die'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-3251135052524410528</id><published>2009-06-29T22:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:30:34.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the hell? ETA</title><content type='html'>So yesterday morning I go to sign in on MySpace, and I get the message "Invalid Friend ID. This user has either cancelled their account, or their account has been deleted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it was a MySpace glitch since they're pretty common, so I tried again. Same thing. I had Josh try to see if he could view my profile page. Same thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I contacted MySpace this morning to see what the deal was. I got a return email that said I had probably violated the Terms Of Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...no. I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emailed back asking for specifics. I haven't gotten anything back yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm signing up for Facebook sometime this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;My profile is back up. I still don't know what the hell happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still might do Facebook though.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-3251135052524410528?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/3251135052524410528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=3251135052524410528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3251135052524410528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3251135052524410528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-in-hell.html' title='What in the hell? ETA'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-6118533044449933698</id><published>2009-06-23T09:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:09:27.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...its been a while</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been blogging much lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to working 6 day weeks and it's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still seeing Josh and things are going really well. It's so much better than when we were going out last year. There was always this underlying awkwardness before. Maybe it was because he was leaving. Maybe it was because we didn't really know each other when we first started going out. We became friends pretty much after he left. It's just so much more comfortable now. I feel like this can really go somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-6118533044449933698?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/6118533044449933698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=6118533044449933698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6118533044449933698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6118533044449933698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmmits-been-while.html' title='Hmm...its been a while'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-6919967607169670918</id><published>2009-06-12T09:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:07:11.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working with the public</title><content type='html'>I love doing hair. Absolutely love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I really hate dealing with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady came into the shop yesterday wanting to get her hair colored. I sit her in my chair then go get the standard client consultation card and release form that anyone getting a chemical service in our shop is required to fill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: *filling out the consultation card* "Why do you need to know how often I wash my hair? That's a little too personal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "That just helps us to analyze the condition of your hair. If you shampoo too often it can dry it out, so I'd have to take extra care with the color."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: *ignores me and moves on to the release form* "Why do I have to fill this out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "That's just a standard release form, ma'am. Anyone who gets a chemical service has to sign one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "rude tone* "Nowhere I've ever gone has made me do this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "It's our company's policy ma'am. I can't do your color if you don't sign it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she proceeds to throw the paper at me and practically yells at me that she doesn't have to sign anything and we shouldn't make people fill out a release form to cover our own asses and blah blah blah. I defend that I don't make the rules and I'm just required to follow them. Then she storms out while still bitching, saying she's going to call the home office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead. Call home office. They'll tell you the same thing I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-6919967607169670918?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/6919967607169670918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=6919967607169670918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6919967607169670918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6919967607169670918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/06/working-with-public.html' title='Working with the public'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-1149657387852807458</id><published>2009-06-07T19:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:27:12.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Musical Coincidence</title><content type='html'>Read about it on my music blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link is on my profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm pimping my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-1149657387852807458?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/1149657387852807458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=1149657387852807458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1149657387852807458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1149657387852807458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-musical-coincidence.html' title='Random Musical Coincidence'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-6533622968764928470</id><published>2009-06-05T16:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:56:24.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm too old for this shit!</title><content type='html'>Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/Sil_gP6hD1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/UlkDsU13m3I/s1600-h/fuckmarks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/Sil_gP6hD1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/UlkDsU13m3I/s320/fuckmarks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343942624856313682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on the bottom left is from Monday. The rest are from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand getting caught up in the heat of the moment. I thoroughly enjoy it while it's happening. But I &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; used to get marks this bad. Josh is no longer allowed anywhere near my neck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-6533622968764928470?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/6533622968764928470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=6533622968764928470&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6533622968764928470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6533622968764928470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-too-old-for-this-shit.html' title='I&apos;m too old for this shit!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/Sil_gP6hD1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/UlkDsU13m3I/s72-c/fuckmarks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-7735639227990810226</id><published>2009-06-02T10:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:24:16.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculously addictive game</title><content type='html'>It's called Dating Ariane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtuallydateariane.com/datingsimulator/default.htm"&gt;CLICKY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal of the game is to have a successful date with this girl. And by "successful" I mean "getting in her pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'd love to see a version where you're playing the girl trying to get into the guy's pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-7735639227990810226?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/7735639227990810226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=7735639227990810226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7735639227990810226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7735639227990810226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/06/ridiculously-addictive-game.html' title='Ridiculously addictive game'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-4429177503767507498</id><published>2009-05-26T12:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:05:26.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait for this movie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jRYXNk-qZAs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jRYXNk-qZAs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-4429177503767507498?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/4429177503767507498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=4429177503767507498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/4429177503767507498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/4429177503767507498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-wait-for-this-movie.html' title='I can&apos;t wait for this movie!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2488016924771471152</id><published>2009-05-21T11:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:42:39.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My dearest readers:</title><content type='html'>Out of the 10 of you the follow this blog, only 3 of you are following my music blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you fucking kidding me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really mad. This is just a desperate plea for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check it out, if you already haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cherlyn-mymusicblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;CLICKY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Cherlyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2488016924771471152?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2488016924771471152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2488016924771471152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2488016924771471152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2488016924771471152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-dearest-readers.html' title='My dearest readers:'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2424413399588433737</id><published>2009-05-17T09:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:31:41.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Eights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9U0nXTKWe8/SgvpTXGq-rI/AAAAAAAAAco/OZfTg8pd98s/s400/t_funny_pictures_239_260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9U0nXTKWe8/SgvpTXGq-rI/AAAAAAAAAco/OZfTg8pd98s/s400/t_funny_pictures_239_260.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by the always awesome &lt;a href="http://wizardofotin.blogspot.com"&gt;Otin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 things I look forward to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Rockstar Mayhem Festival&lt;br /&gt;2 - Terminator: Salvation&lt;br /&gt;3 - getting my car paid off&lt;br /&gt;4 - new 30 Seconds To Mars album&lt;br /&gt;5 - new Korn album&lt;br /&gt;6 - finding out if my mom is OK&lt;br /&gt;7 - Chele's wedding&lt;br /&gt;8 - getting more followers for &lt;a href="http://cherlyn-mymusicblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;my music blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 things I did yesterday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - showered&lt;br /&gt;2 - walked 2 miles&lt;br /&gt;3 - drove&lt;br /&gt;4 - ate my mom's meatloaf (mmmm)&lt;br /&gt;5 - cut people's hair&lt;br /&gt;6 - decided my first Artist Of The Week for my music blog&lt;br /&gt;7 - hung out with Josh&lt;br /&gt;8 - saw the new Star Trek in IMAX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 things I wish I could do:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - draw/paint&lt;br /&gt;2 - play any kind of musical instrument&lt;br /&gt;3 - eat anything I want without gaining weight&lt;br /&gt;4 - win the Lottery&lt;br /&gt;5 - pay off my mom's house&lt;br /&gt;6 - have the guts to accept a promotion&lt;br /&gt;7 - stop biting my fingernails&lt;br /&gt;8 - make this headache go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 shows I watch:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - American Idol&lt;br /&gt;2 - Days Of Our Lives&lt;br /&gt;3 - Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;4 - The Daily Show&lt;br /&gt;5 - The Colbert Report&lt;br /&gt;6 - Rescue Me&lt;br /&gt;7 - Nip/Tuck&lt;br /&gt;8 - That 70s Show reruns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 people I'm tagging:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - &lt;a href="http://mypathologicalknowledge.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jared&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheila&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - &lt;a href="http://hindsightisalways2020.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shelby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - &lt;a href="http://mom2fivebratz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erika&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - &lt;a href="http://scargosun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scargosun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - &lt;a href="http://alainareadman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alaina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - &lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - I would tag &lt;a href="http://thelegendofzen.blogspot.com"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt; but he forgot his password forever ago. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2424413399588433737?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2424413399588433737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2424413399588433737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2424413399588433737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2424413399588433737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-eights.html' title='Crazy Eights!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9U0nXTKWe8/SgvpTXGq-rI/AAAAAAAAAco/OZfTg8pd98s/s72-c/t_funny_pictures_239_260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-1170702509273187350</id><published>2009-05-15T12:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:23:53.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I thinking?</title><content type='html'>So Matt got in touch with me a few days ago and said he wanted to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, dating each other casually came up, and we were supposed to hang out last night, as per his request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4pm he texted me that he had too much going on to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much went off on him, bringing up the fact that he always had "too much going on" to see me and that I thought he frequently told me what he thought I wanted to hear, even if it was a lie, and that I was fucking over it. He had no real defense for himself, and I ended the conversation with "You really shouldn't give girls you date your Myspace password. Someday someone isn't going to be as nice as I am." I got no response to that. So I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up going to Josh's last night to hang out and watch a movie. I may end up getting back with him after all. At least he actually enjoys my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I deleted Matt from my Myspace. I feel pretty damn good about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-1170702509273187350?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/1170702509273187350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=1170702509273187350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1170702509273187350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1170702509273187350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking?'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-4021099542677800456</id><published>2009-05-11T10:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:15:56.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>...was Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentoned that I have the most awesome mom ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been a constant source of comfort and support when things go wrong in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always happy and proud when things go right in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always sees the best in me and makes me want to be the best woman I can possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with all she's been through, and still goes through, she's always there for me, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-4021099542677800456?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/4021099542677800456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=4021099542677800456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/4021099542677800456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/4021099542677800456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-6338251879241194691</id><published>2009-05-08T11:07:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:23:06.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid people are stupid</title><content type='html'>*click for full size*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SgROQO6AE1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/tRkCPfpnkXU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SgROQO6AE1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/tRkCPfpnkXU/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333473899499754322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone posted this on a message board I lurk on. I thought it was hilarious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-6338251879241194691?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/6338251879241194691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=6338251879241194691&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6338251879241194691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6338251879241194691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-people-are-stupid.html' title='Stupid people are stupid'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SgROQO6AE1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/tRkCPfpnkXU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2640364984094649898</id><published>2009-05-05T10:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:44:13.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New developments</title><content type='html'>So I talked to Matt some more last night and he finally told me what I honestly believe is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not over his ex-girlfriend of 4 years who broke up with him when he was in boot camp last year. She has what he thought was his child, but he found out she'd cheated on him 3 years ago and that his little girl isn't his at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew all this from the beginning, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves that little girl more than life, regardless of biology. And because of that love, he's stayed in touch with his ex in order to stay in the child's life. So because of the continuing contact with her, he hasn't been able to get over her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cares about me, but he doesn't feel ready to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, I believe him. And I respect how much he loves that little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how difficult it is to stop loving someone when you're still in contact even after it's over. I've been there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2640364984094649898?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2640364984094649898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2640364984094649898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2640364984094649898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2640364984094649898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-developments.html' title='New developments'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-160986408869787791</id><published>2009-05-03T19:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:59:24.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>So Matt just broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he's got too much on his plate right now to have time for a girlfriend and that when things settle down we can get back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is he completely full of shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he just might be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-160986408869787791?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/160986408869787791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=160986408869787791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/160986408869787791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/160986408869787791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-7829759034204876368</id><published>2009-05-01T10:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:16:54.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Twittered about this earlier but... (ETA)</title><content type='html'>I've decided to go ahead with my music blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to look around the net for a cool background or template for it. I'm no good at making such things myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also trying to come up with a clever/witty name for it. Probably a song title or lyric. I'm taking suggestions on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have it live within the next few days. I hope you all read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: I found a template I really liked, so I put it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cherlyn-mymusicblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Music blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no posts yet, and won't be until I come up with a title. I'm drawing a blank here, people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-7829759034204876368?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/7829759034204876368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=7829759034204876368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7829759034204876368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7829759034204876368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-twittered-about-this-earlier-but.html' title='I Twittered about this earlier but... (ETA)'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-3729633415899486531</id><published>2009-04-27T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:29:15.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell yeah</title><content type='html'>I'd like to introduce you, my dear readers, to the new boyfriend, Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SfZpjXHFhII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Fp4ii0bLqUg/s1600-h/MyMattie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SfZpjXHFhII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Fp4ii0bLqUg/s320/MyMattie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329563265259635842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SfZpjdlOwnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/qfDa0riUI2s/s1600-h/l_fd38a8416381c4dd46a01180a90ac449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SfZpjdlOwnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/qfDa0riUI2s/s320/l_fd38a8416381c4dd46a01180a90ac449.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329563266996683378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SfZpjFz8RMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/q6J1ZcE_S04/s1600-h/l_f7499563663e490491c62d3799e4e809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SfZpjFz8RMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/q6J1ZcE_S04/s320/l_f7499563663e490491c62d3799e4e809.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329563260615935170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SfZpjIsBSyI/AAAAAAAAAI4/x4qxZag1u6o/s1600-h/l_d1188cf77ac81d128e156bf1c40f0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SfZpjIsBSyI/AAAAAAAAAI4/x4qxZag1u6o/s320/l_d1188cf77ac81d128e156bf1c40f0177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329563261388016418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I thought so too. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-3729633415899486531?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/3729633415899486531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=3729633415899486531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3729633415899486531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3729633415899486531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/04/hell-yeah.html' title='Hell yeah'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SfZpjXHFhII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Fp4ii0bLqUg/s72-c/MyMattie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-4239316026413481882</id><published>2009-04-24T13:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:13:02.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no...</title><content type='html'>I just found out the the band No Doubt recently recorded a cover of "Stand and Deliver" by Adam &amp; The Ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't find a good version on Youtube because of copywrites and such. But it can be found on Myspace Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I like No Doubt and everything. Gwen Stefani has a very cool original voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cover is just not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dislike isn't about me thinking Adam Ant's songs can't be touched or anything. There's a lot of songs that I thought should never be covered that have been covered at some point, where I ended up really liking the covers. "Turn The Page" and "Another Brick In The Wall" come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this...just...no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even pinpoint what it is I don't like about it. I just don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-4239316026413481882?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/4239316026413481882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=4239316026413481882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/4239316026413481882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/4239316026413481882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-no.html' title='Oh no...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-5670365073968421732</id><published>2009-04-21T10:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:18:55.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I just may be completely insane</title><content type='html'>On Sunday I cut this VERY cute Navy guy's hair. We hit it off really well and afterwards he asked for my phone number. I happily obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We texted for like 4 hours that night and a lot yesterday. He even came to see me at work last night. I had a "good morning sunshine" text from him when I woke up this morning. We have a date after I get off work Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Matt. He's really sweet and funny and we get along great. And as I already mentioned, he's very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the kicker...he's 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE-FUCKING-TEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? I don't really care all that much. He knows how old I am and he doesn't care either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am aware that this could possibly cause issues in the future. But I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...am I totally nuts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-5670365073968421732?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/5670365073968421732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=5670365073968421732&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5670365073968421732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5670365073968421732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-may-be-completely-insane.html' title='I just may be completely insane'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-997210100462171629</id><published>2009-04-16T14:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:57:30.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>First and foremost:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, if you're interested in a woman, but not yet dating, DO NOT call her up and ask to borrow money. She will no longer be interested in your broke ass. What can you offer her if you can't afford to support your own damn kids? That's right. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I've been watching Adam Ant videos all day on Youtube. I'd forgotten how awesome (and freakin' sexy) he was. I've regressed to my old 80s New Wave self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/Sed5J3ycFCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JBoPimHOPVY/s1600-h/500full-adam-ant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/Sed5J3ycFCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JBoPimHOPVY/s320/500full-adam-ant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325358294890189858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a meeting at work Saturday morning at 8am. That's way too early. I'm not happy about that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terra Mediterranean vegetable chips are incredibly tasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of random post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-997210100462171629?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/997210100462171629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=997210100462171629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/997210100462171629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/997210100462171629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-post.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/Sed5J3ycFCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JBoPimHOPVY/s72-c/500full-adam-ant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-5173902110077554472</id><published>2009-04-15T10:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:09:27.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your favorite swear word?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;NOTE:&lt;/b&gt; you might not want to watch this with children in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJsM1Tl7_jE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJsM1Tl7_jE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm personally fond of the word "fuck." It's very multi-purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like "cock-juggling thundercunt." It's just fun to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Zach Braff just owns it at the end of that video. I'm going to start saying that. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-5173902110077554472?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/5173902110077554472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=5173902110077554472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5173902110077554472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5173902110077554472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-your-favorite-swear-word.html' title='What&apos;s your favorite swear word?'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-365314276448827999</id><published>2009-04-14T12:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:00:51.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Within the next few weeks...</title><content type='html'>I will be getting a CAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/funny-pictures-catnip-cat-likes-colours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 499px; height: 332px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/funny-pictures-catnip-cat-likes-colours.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeffhardy787.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/narnia-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 289px;" src="http://jeffhardy787.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/narnia-cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on adopting through the ASPCA. I'm hoping to be able to get a kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-365314276448827999?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/365314276448827999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=365314276448827999&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/365314276448827999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/365314276448827999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/04/within-next-few-weeks.html' title='Within the next few weeks...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-5687076229357096132</id><published>2009-04-11T09:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:30:28.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing gets me going in the morning...</title><content type='html'>...like Motorhead on my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KSmdIjT2V1Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KSmdIjT2V1Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking METAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\m/(&gt;.&lt;)\m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-5687076229357096132?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/5687076229357096132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=5687076229357096132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5687076229357096132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5687076229357096132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-gets-me-going-in-morning.html' title='Nothing gets me going in the morning...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-7501455233059398095</id><published>2009-04-09T22:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:49:02.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The bad thing about working weekends</title><content type='html'>I just found out that Static-X, an industrial/metal band I love, are playing here on May 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally work Saturday nights and Sunday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would ideally want to work day shift that Saturday and be off that Sunday to recuperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I'll be able to swing that. We're pretty busy on weekends so it's tricky getting them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I can't, I guess I can deal. I saw them twice in '07, so if I have to miss them this time, it won't kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DJ80ToCaDC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DJ80ToCaDC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-7501455233059398095?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2670992146861119633</id><published>2009-04-07T09:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:45:37.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>I'm considering starting a seperate blog to talk about music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do stuff like "the song I can't stop listening to this week," favorite artist polls and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made a poll over there ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, my dear readers, to let me know what you think of the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2670992146861119633?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2670992146861119633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2670992146861119633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2670992146861119633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2670992146861119633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-8428515037120371463</id><published>2009-04-06T09:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:57:37.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I meant to post this yesterday</title><content type='html'>April 5th, 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GMH99FPES7A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GMH99FPES7A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 5th, 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEsRy1cORYE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEsRy1cORYE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Kurt and Layne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-8428515037120371463?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/8428515037120371463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=8428515037120371463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/8428515037120371463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/8428515037120371463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-meant-to-post-this-yesterday.html' title='I meant to post this yesterday'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-4167949843564388137</id><published>2009-04-03T09:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:59:54.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock on ancient queen</title><content type='html'>I've talked a lot on here about music I love. But it's mostly been bands or male artists. Mostly due to the fact that rock music is a male dominated genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one female artist I absolutely adore. I would listen to her sing the phone book. I've seen her live, and she may just be more amazing live than she is on records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Stephanie Lynn Nicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8IaCrV2Xrrw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8IaCrV2Xrrw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-4167949843564388137?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/4167949843564388137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=4167949843564388137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/4167949843564388137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/4167949843564388137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/04/rock-on-ancient-queen.html' title='Rock on ancient queen'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-903855743112251349</id><published>2009-04-01T22:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:27:15.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Told you so!</title><content type='html'>So today I remembered a conversation I had a few months ago with Jared about Orange Fanta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared said he didn't know they made Orange Fanta anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked his brother, who said basically the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SdQhHFjZBBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZoBI8HrnXq0/s1600-h/Orange+Fanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SdQhHFjZBBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZoBI8HrnXq0/s320/Orange+Fanta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319913465464816658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for this, I give you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The I Told You So Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GNGc9zmpK5M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GNGc9zmpK5M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm watching too much Scrubs. What of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-903855743112251349?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/903855743112251349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=903855743112251349&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/903855743112251349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/903855743112251349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/04/told-you-so.html' title='Told you so!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SdQhHFjZBBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZoBI8HrnXq0/s72-c/Orange+Fanta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-6512833202871707168</id><published>2009-03-29T11:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:28:18.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My newest obsession</title><content type='html'>Why is it I tend to get addicted to TV shows when the series is in its last season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why God made re-runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought Season 1 on DVD. I'll buy Season 2 next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQ0FX2A04jQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQ0FX2A04jQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This about made me piss myself laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WrjwaqZfjIY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WrjwaqZfjIY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-6512833202871707168?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/6512833202871707168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=6512833202871707168&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6512833202871707168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6512833202871707168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-newest-obsession.html' title='My newest obsession'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2732961645344010959</id><published>2009-03-26T10:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:54:41.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>...since I last did one of these. So deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In high school/middle school did you ever get caught passing notes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a few times. I wasn't very good at being discreet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Were you smiling in the last picture taken of you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What were you doing before filling out this survey?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking Myspace. Which is where i got this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the last person you texted?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you get the recommended eight hours of sleep every night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you multitasking right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you want to be when you get older?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think you will be in a relationship three months from now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many hours of sleep did you get last night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is bothering you right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you thinking about right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wanting details about that dream. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you wasting your time on someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last thing that made you cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I'm actually not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How may funerals have you been to in your lifetime?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 or 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you care of people hate you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh...not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your current relationship status?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last time you were embarrassed/did something stupid?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your current mood?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and white Metallica shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something you do a lot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daydream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who can you tell everything to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chele, Jade and Jared. If I can't tell one, I can usually tell one of the other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you eating or drinking at the moment?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple juice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you speak any other languages?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiny bit of Spanish, and something like four words of Norwegian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe you life in one word:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What should you be doing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a damn thing. It's my day off. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the last person that made you upset/angry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your natural hair color?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark ashy brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many pets do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you into anyone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you rather be deaf or blind?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind.&lt;br /&gt;No music = no life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you even believe in love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you talk to anyone you didn't like today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you waiting for anything?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where were you September 11, 2001?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to work when the news of the attacks broke. I'm sure I'm not alone in feeling like that was the most surreal day of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2732961645344010959?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2732961645344010959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2732961645344010959&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2732961645344010959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2732961645344010959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-5886291561361848171</id><published>2009-03-24T17:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:59:24.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for not being sick!</title><content type='html'>Or at least not as sick as I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt well since Sunday. But I've been just sucking it up, taking ibuprofen and going to work. Last night I had a fever of 102. This morning it was gone and I felt much better. Aside form a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I noticed my glands were a bit swollen and tender. With my throat still being sore I took a good look at my throat in one of the mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left tonsil looked like someone had painted it with White-Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, this type of pattern means only one thing with me: strep throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I got off work I went to this urgent care center up the street to get it looked at. They took a throat culture and it came back negative for strep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have tonsillitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days on antibiotics and I'll be good as new. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-5886291561361848171?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/5886291561361848171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=5886291561361848171&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5886291561361848171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5886291561361848171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/03/hooray-for-not-being-sick.html' title='Hooray for not being sick!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2567997868910930921</id><published>2009-03-22T20:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:38:41.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am stupid</title><content type='html'>So I was going through some old emails on my hotmail account, and for some reason I read a bunch of old emails from my ex-boyfriend Terry. So now I'm all emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you some background info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with Terry was a long-distance one. He lives in Colorado in a suburb of Denver. We talked on IM and on the phone all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry and I both have relationship issues. We're both kind of insecure and he had a jealous streak that didn't mesh well with the fact that I have a lot of male friends, some of which I have flirtatious friendships with. And I have abandonment issues that didn't mesh well with him not contacting me for a week or two when he got upset about my guy friends. But then I'd hear from him and he wouldn't talk about what had upset him in the first place. And we were both really stubborn, which didn't help the other issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we broke up, we fought a LOT. Everything that had bothered each of us about the other came out. Sometimes in not the nicest way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually things calmed down, and one of us would email the other just to touch base and say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about a year since I heard from him. I emailed him on his birthday last April, to which he responded in kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after reading all those emails, I feel a really strong urge to get in touch. But a part of me thinks it would be a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2567997868910930921?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2567997868910930921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2567997868910930921&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2567997868910930921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2567997868910930921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-i-am-stupid.html' title='Yes, I am stupid'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-7090984054405484769</id><published>2009-03-19T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:09:43.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>So last Saturday my mom calls me at work and tells me the computer won't turn on. It had been working just fine that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it looked at and tried different stuff, and our computer guy declared it not only merely dead, but really most sincerely dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, my mom and I are the proud owners of a brand spankin' new HP w1970.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-7090984054405484769?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/7090984054405484769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=7090984054405484769&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7090984054405484769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7090984054405484769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2821427219795060117</id><published>2009-03-12T10:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:46:39.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>...was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spilled juice on my keyboard and now my "2" and my "q" stick together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke the glass pendant my mom's friend got me for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to work to discover my boss had accidentally put her paycheck at my station and taken mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got in an accident on my way to meet her to trade checks because some not-knowing-how-to-drive douchenozzle cut me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A customer treated me like I didn't know what the fuck I was doing because I was asking questions about how she wanted her hair cut. Apparently I'm supposed to "just know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was punched by a two-year-old who did NOT want his hair cut. Did his mom say anything? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope today is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2821427219795060117?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2821427219795060117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2821427219795060117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2821427219795060117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2821427219795060117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2586086889374986131</id><published>2009-03-09T10:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:43:20.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok so...</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't blogged in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working a lot and I have some personal shit going on that I'm not entirely sure I want to share. I will at some point. Just not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave you with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SbUq64ObXTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vkmpum0cmBc/s1600-h/chsig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SbUq64ObXTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vkmpum0cmBc/s320/chsig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311198526567046450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2586086889374986131?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2586086889374986131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2586086889374986131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2586086889374986131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2586086889374986131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-so.html' title='Ok so...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SbUq64ObXTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vkmpum0cmBc/s72-c/chsig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-1697316503077122254</id><published>2009-03-05T22:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:11:59.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>woah...</title><content type='html'>I Twittered a hell of a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a record for me. &lt;br /&gt;I am going to blame Erika. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have brand new pics, taken today before I went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SbCT3Bl1cAI/AAAAAAAAAII/aQIm9u2jDMY/s1600-h/Pictures+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SbCT3Bl1cAI/AAAAAAAAAII/aQIm9u2jDMY/s320/Pictures+122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309906534199029762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SbCT_wKeYoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/foQaCxcocGc/s1600-h/Pictures+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SbCT_wKeYoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/foQaCxcocGc/s320/Pictures+123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309906684139692674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom pics. How Myspace of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-1697316503077122254?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/1697316503077122254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=1697316503077122254&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1697316503077122254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1697316503077122254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/03/woah.html' title='woah...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SbCT3Bl1cAI/AAAAAAAAAII/aQIm9u2jDMY/s72-c/Pictures+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-1227218876087803400</id><published>2009-03-04T16:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:47:22.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Found it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Alexander the Great&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Robin Lane Fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/Sa71GCp5GcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AkrVsOByaM0/s1600-h/41WK5RVXVKL__SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/Sa71GCp5GcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AkrVsOByaM0/s320/41WK5RVXVKL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309450494856993218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The copy I bought has a much more recent cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/Sa71a3DrNiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Fgjp77PdVWw/s1600-h/51ARGR9ZSQL__SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/Sa71a3DrNiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Fgjp77PdVWw/s320/51ARGR9ZSQL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309450852521162274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is Colin Farrell in a still from the movie &lt;i&gt;Alexander&lt;/i&gt;, which was the impetus of me wanting to read this book &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to hurry up and finish reading &lt;i&gt;The Persian Boy&lt;/i&gt; so I can crack this puppy open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-1227218876087803400?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/1227218876087803400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=1227218876087803400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1227218876087803400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1227218876087803400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/03/found-it.html' title='Found it!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/Sa71GCp5GcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AkrVsOByaM0/s72-c/41WK5RVXVKL__SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-3710346951226594687</id><published>2009-03-03T19:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:37:07.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink dolphin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pink dolphin appears in US lake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's only pink Bottlenose dolphin which was discovered in an inland lake in Louisiana, USA, has become such an attraction that conservationists have warned tourists to leave it alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charter boat captain Erik Rue, 42, photographed the animal, which is actually an albino, when he began studying it after the mammal first surfaced in Lake Calcasieu, an inland saltwater estuary, north of the Gulf of Mexico in southwestern USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capt Rue originally saw the dolphin, which also has reddish eyes, swimming with a pod of four other dolphins, with one appearing to be its mother which never left its side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: "I just happened to see a little pod of dolphins, and I noticed one that was a little lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was absolutely stunningly pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had never seen anything like it. It's the same color throughout the whole body and it looks like it just came out of a paint booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The dolphin appears to be healthy and normal other than its coloration, which is quite beautiful and stunningly pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The mammal is entirely pink from tip to tail and has reddish eyes indicating it's albinism. The skin appears smooth, glossy pink and without flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have personally spotted the pink dolphin 40 to 50 times in the time since the original sighting as it has apparently taken up residence with its family in the Calcasieu ship channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As time has passed the young mammal has grown and sometimes ventures away from its mother to feed and play but always remains in the vicinity of the pod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surprisingly, it does not appear to be drastically affected by the environment or sunlight as might be expected considering its condition, although it tends to remain below the surface a little more than the others in the pod."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina Asmutis-Silvia, senior biologist with the Whale and Dolphin Conservation Society, said: "I have never seen a dolphin coloured in this way in all my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is a truly beautiful dolphin but people should be careful, as with any dolphins, to respect it - observe from a distance, limit their time watching, don't chase or harass it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While this animal looks pink, it is an albino which you can notice in the pink eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Albinism is a genetic trait and it unclear as to the type of albinism this animal inherited."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close relation of dolphins, the Amazon River Botos, called pink dolphins, live in South America in the Amazon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/4927224/Pink-dolphin-appears-in-US-lake.html"&gt;click for source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01358/pink_dolphin_1358282c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01358/pink_dolphin_1358282c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How freaking cute is that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-3710346951226594687?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/3710346951226594687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=3710346951226594687&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3710346951226594687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3710346951226594687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/03/pink-dolphin.html' title='Pink dolphin!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-7951070641320323373</id><published>2009-03-01T19:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:44:08.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go me!</title><content type='html'>When I quit smoking (October 19th, 2005) I weighed 203 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a bit on the heavy side. I try to take care of myself, but I'm genetically cursed. My dad was/is a big dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a year after quitting smoking, I got up to 240 lbs and wearing a size 22. That's the biggest I've ever been in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching the portions of what I was eating (deprivation does not work for me. I end up binging.), and walking up to 2 miles a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now, I'm down to 190 lbs and a &lt;br /&gt;size 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to lose another 30-40 lbs. But this is the smallest I've been in about 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm pretty damn proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-7951070641320323373?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/7951070641320323373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=7951070641320323373&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7951070641320323373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7951070641320323373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/03/go-me.html' title='Go me!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-3663910592500337290</id><published>2009-02-27T09:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:52:10.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>This song randomly came up on my iPod this morning when I was on my walk. I was once again reminded of it's awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FSyvrR5LsOA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FSyvrR5LsOA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have to listen to &lt;i&gt;Issues&lt;/i&gt; on my way to work today. &lt;br /&gt;I &amp;hearts; KoRn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-3663910592500337290?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/3663910592500337290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=3663910592500337290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3663910592500337290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3663910592500337290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-683708046701536837</id><published>2009-02-26T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:25:07.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't done one of these in a while</title><content type='html'>...so why not? And I like how random the questions are as opposed to other memes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you were a waiter/waitress, would you make good tips?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In what situation would you NOT tip a waiter/waitress?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always tip something, regardless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the best greasy carnival food EVER?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm corn dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What if there were two of you? Would the world be in trouble?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forget about toppings. What type of CRUST do you like on pizzas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just your basic hand-tossed. Or cheese stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you care to have tea with the Mad Hatter &amp; March Hare?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you still say "your mom" as a response in conversation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah I pretty much grew out of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you prefer an ice cream sundae or an ice cream cone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Captain Crunch vs. Count Chocula: Who makes the better cereal?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap'n Crunch, bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever stolen a road sign or traffic barrier?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Thought about it once though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you collect toys from McDonald's, hoping they will be valuable one day?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is chapstick a necessity for you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You oversleep for school or work. What is the most probable reason why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to turn on my alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you die, would you like a burial or cremation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cremated, and my ashes scattered to the 4 Corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are the best kind of Girl Scout cookies?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samoas for the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If a cop was following you, would it make you paranoid?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always. even if there's no reason to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you watch movies with the subtitles on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What game show would you like to be on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SO wanted to bee on Rock And Roll Jeopardy when it was still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you hit an animal while driving, would you stop to see if it was okay?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say yes. But realistically, I'd probably panic and keep driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever had an allergic reaction to a certain medication?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Puff, puff...do you need an inhaler to survive?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What makes you feel all warm &amp; fuzzy inside?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you read trashy romance novels?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your favorite kind of pasta?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like to have ice in your drinks?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its not already cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you watch independent films?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hear about one that sounds interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you constantly doubt yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not &lt;i&gt;constantly&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever played computer solitaire for hours on end?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you scared of rollercoasters because of Final Destination 3?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen it, and I &lt;3 rollercoasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's the dumbest thing you've heard of that supposedly causes cancer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell phones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roll-on, stick, or spray deodorant?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear soft-gel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you hate wearing big, bulky coats in the winter time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's the funniest thing you've read in a bathroom stall?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have a boyfriend and you have some class, don't write his name where you wipe your ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you were digging and found buried treasure, would you tell anyone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only selected people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you still whip out the Nintendo on random occasions?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had one, I'm sure I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you saw wet cement, would you place your handprint in it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever seen anyone fall down an escalator? Funny or scary?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think wearing jeans to work is unprofessional?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the job. I'd love to be able to wear jeans to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you uneasy about eating from a buffet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hells no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When telemarketers call your house, do they mispronounce your last name?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but the mispronounce my first name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's the tallest building you've ever been in?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gateway Arch in St. Louis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you honestly tell the difference between DiGiorno and delivery pizza?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-683708046701536837?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/683708046701536837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=683708046701536837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/683708046701536837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/683708046701536837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-havent-done-one-of-these-in-while.html' title='I haven&apos;t done one of these in a while'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-6569652549029516946</id><published>2009-02-23T22:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:05:41.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's why its a good idea...</title><content type='html'>...to be friends with a hairstylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this text after I signed offline yesterday to get ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared: where are you when I need you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: getting ready for work!!! lol whats up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared: Im wanting to comb in dark highlights because Im having pics done today and I cant get into my reg. salon. can I just comb them in, would it look the same as if she did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I would only maybe do a few pieces around your face 'cuz its too easy to fuck it up doing it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared: well fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: see if you were here Id hook you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared: if I fuck it up, Im gonna be pissed...here goes nothin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: DO NOT use an ash color. It will turn green. Let me know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared: Im using black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dude you dont put black on top of bleach blond. It will have a muddy greenish cast to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10 minutes later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared: hm. I got scared and washed it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good. You would not have been happy with it at all. Why don't you just leave it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared: I guess I am leaving it, lol...for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rule. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-6569652549029516946?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/6569652549029516946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=6569652549029516946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6569652549029516946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6569652549029516946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-why-its-good-idea.html' title='Here&apos;s why its a good idea...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2241573374525081495</id><published>2009-02-23T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:24:55.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do...</title><content type='html'>My long-time readers most likely remember Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't, I dated Josh last summer for about a month and a half, knowing from the get-go that he was moving to Wisconsin. The last week before he left was kind of weird and awkward due to the fact the he (wrongly) thought I'd developed feelings for him. But by the time he left, we were on good terms, and we've stayed in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he texted me the other day and tells me he's moving back within the next couple of months. He's moving in with his aunt and transferring back to his old job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is kind of making me think he's wanting to pick up where we left off. Saying things like "we" should get season passes to Busch Gardens this summer, and texting me 3-4 times a day, as opposed to the once a week or so he's been texting me since he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the thing. I'm more than willing to be friends and hang out with him. I'm just not sure I want anything beyond that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some issues with him when we were dating that I never brought up because I knew we were just a temporary thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have some issues of my own that have nothing at all to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm bouncing back and forth between just letting whatever's gonna happen happen and bring the issues up as the opportunity arises. Or letting him know up front that I'm not sure I want to go there again and tell him why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2241573374525081495?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2241573374525081495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2241573374525081495&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2241573374525081495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2241573374525081495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-to-do.html' title='What to do...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-5149647951567572433</id><published>2009-02-20T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:19:04.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This song</title><content type='html'>will not get out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TdQH9hS9mbA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TdQH9hS9mbA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope she's singing that to her girlfriend-beating (ex)boyfriend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-5149647951567572433?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/5149647951567572433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=5149647951567572433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5149647951567572433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5149647951567572433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-song.html' title='This song'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-1249236894597563677</id><published>2009-02-19T11:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:04:52.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can read you like a book.</title><content type='html'>I love to read. I don't make as much time for it as I should though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy horror, historical fiction, gothic/paranormal romance, and poetry (I own the complete works of Edgar Allen Poe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my absolute favorites are biographies/autobiographies. People fascinate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some autobiographies that I've read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gypsy&lt;/i&gt; by Gypsy Rose Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Autobiography&lt;/i&gt; by Charles Chaplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Girl, Interrupted&lt;/i&gt; by Susanna Kaysen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Long, Hard Road Out Of Hell&lt;/i&gt; by Marilyn Manson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tommyland&lt;/i&gt; by Tommy Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Save Me From Myself&lt;/i&gt; by Brian "Head" Welch (formerly of Korn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to read the autobiographies of Nikki Sixx, Dave Navarro and Anthony Kiedis. Fieldy (bass player from Korn) has one hitting the shelves in a couple of weeks. I'll be picking that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also read biographies on Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Eric Clapton, John Lennon, Led Zeppelin, U2, Korn, and a lot of other bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a couple of books on Alexander The Great (my fascination with whom I totally blame on a certain friend of mine *coughjaredcough*) that I'm looking to get. I may just have to order them online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, dear readers, what kind of books do you like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-1249236894597563677?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/1249236894597563677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=1249236894597563677&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1249236894597563677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1249236894597563677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-can-read-you-like-book.html' title='I can read you like a book.'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-4758942910785725361</id><published>2009-02-18T09:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:00:42.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no title</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been updating much lately, and when I do it's really not anything with much substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has just been kicking my ass lately and I really don't have a lot to talk/write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually getting a day off tomorrow, so maybe I'll come up with something interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-4758942910785725361?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/4758942910785725361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=4758942910785725361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/4758942910785725361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/4758942910785725361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-no-title.html' title='I have no title'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-3648994345565975781</id><published>2009-02-14T22:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:40:08.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oy...</title><content type='html'>I was very annoyed at this little kid running around my salon today while his mom was getting her hair done. He was playing with the chairs and getting into drawers and all that. I was in a cranky mood and was thisclose to going all Christian Bale on him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's fucking DISTRACTING!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-3648994345565975781?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/3648994345565975781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=3648994345565975781&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3648994345565975781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3648994345565975781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/02/oy.html' title='Oy...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-7188580385767274920</id><published>2009-02-11T22:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:44:45.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WANT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ghd-direct.com/productimages/ghd-purple-styler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 334px;" src="http://www.ghd-direct.com/productimages/ghd-purple-styler.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's only one thing the fashion conscious crave this season – the limited edition ghd Purple Styling Set. It includes everything you'll ever need to stay ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*limited edition purple ghd IV styler &lt;br /&gt;*ghd purple travel hairdryer &lt;br /&gt;*heat-resistant purple roll bag &lt;br /&gt;*2 x clips &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple is sacred, bewitching and so on trend. Purples hit the runways for the international Autumn/Winter 08 collections at Michael Kors, Pucci, Comme des Garcons, Valentino and Martin Grant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From soft lavender to deep violet and every hue in between, purple is the colour, use it to create a thousand different looks and bring your loyal subjects to their knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Features:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*With its rounded barrel, it’s so easy to create perfect curls, waves or flicks, as well as the perfect straight &lt;br /&gt;*The purple ghd IV styler will turn off automatically if left unattended for 30 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;*With universal voltage you can get top performance from your styler wherever you travel. &lt;br /&gt;*The unique digital technology gives improved temperature control for even better styling. &lt;br /&gt;*Advanced ceramic heaters &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our core styler, the most advanced yet suitable for all hair types.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghd IV styler is all you'll ever need to create perfect curls, movement, volume and straight thanks to its advanced technology and smart features.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wiping drool off chin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-7188580385767274920?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/7188580385767274920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=7188580385767274920&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7188580385767274920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7188580385767274920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/02/want.html' title='WANT!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2444078804706251543</id><published>2009-02-09T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:18:42.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random acts of kindness</title><content type='html'>So I was cutting this Navy guy's hair today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all unusual considering I work 5 minutes from the largest Navy base on the East Coast. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm cutting his hair, this older lady comes in to buy some hairspray. We didn't have any on the shelf but I knew we had some in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm rummaging around in the back room looking for the hairspray, I hear them talking. I'm not really listening so I'm not sure what all they said to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back out with the hairspray, and as I'm ringing up her purchase, she kind of leans in and quietly asks me how much the guy's haircut was. I told her the price, and she said "ring it up, I'll pay for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she paid for a total stranger's haircut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was astounded and thought it was the sweetest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did my heart good. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2444078804706251543?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2444078804706251543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2444078804706251543&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2444078804706251543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2444078804706251543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-acts-of-kindness.html' title='Random acts of kindness'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-5046619940847867728</id><published>2009-02-07T22:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:20:55.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it wrong...</title><content type='html'>...that every time I hear Stevie Wonder sing &lt;i&gt;"Isn't She Lovely"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I think to myself, "how would you know?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-5046619940847867728?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/5046619940847867728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=5046619940847867728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5046619940847867728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5046619940847867728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-it-wrong.html' title='Is it wrong...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-5516370010463655330</id><published>2009-02-04T19:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:10:30.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap...</title><content type='html'>Christian Bale went the fuck off on some poor DP on the set of &lt;i&gt;Terminator Salvation&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the audio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Kzs8o-Rpck&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Kzs8o-Rpck&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot he was Welsh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The (uber-funny) remix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BFD0FHYXLhk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BFD0FHYXLhk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he maybe a little more &lt;b&gt;Bateman&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;than &lt;b&gt;Batman&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v451/Witchypoo71/SigPics/?action=view&amp;current=4xksrat.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/Witchypoo71/SigPics/4xksrat.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-5516370010463655330?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/5516370010463655330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=5516370010463655330&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5516370010463655330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5516370010463655330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/02/holy-crap.html' title='Holy crap...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2930287599917507422</id><published>2009-02-03T22:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:02:06.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like this:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hanlonsrazor.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/headboom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 126px;" src="http://hanlonsrazor.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/headboom.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worked the last 7 days in a row. I have one more day to work until I'm off. And I'm only off the one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a girl quit last week, which leaves us with 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all working extra to keep the shifts covered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually getting 2 days off next week though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*head asplodey*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2930287599917507422?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2930287599917507422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2930287599917507422&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2930287599917507422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2930287599917507422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-like-this.html' title='I feel like this:'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-6316743773726934358</id><published>2009-02-02T09:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:15:58.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Imbolg</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Imbolg (February 2nd):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imbolg is the time to welcome spring, and celebrate the festival of the end of winter. It is a Festival of Light and Fertility. Imbolg is the recovery of the Goddess after giving birth to the God. The lengthening periods of light awaken her. The God is now young and lusty, but his power is felt during the longer days. Marking the return of Spring, the Earth feels his warmth. Imbolg represents new beginnings, spiritual growth, and the “sweeping of the old”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Names: Imbolic, Candlemas, St. Bridget’s Day, Brides Day, Lady Day, Imbolc, Lupercus, and the Snowdrop Festival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correspondences and Associations: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colors: White, Pink, Red, Orange, Yellow, Light Green, and Brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foods: Sunflower Seeds, Pumpkin Seeds, Muffins, Dairy Products, Peppers, Onions, Raisons, Garlic, Poppy Seed Bread and Cakes, Herbal Teas, Spiced Wines, Potatoes, and Turnips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symbols: White Flowers, Candle Wheels, Yellow Flowers, Lamps, and a Dish of Snow. &lt;br /&gt;Incense: Basil, Bay, Cinnamon, Violet, Vanilla, Rosemary, and Wisteria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candles: Brown, Pink, and Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemstones: Amethyst, Garnet, Bloodstone, and Onyx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deities: Bridget, Aradia, Gaia, Dagda, Pan, and Herne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbs: Angelica, Basil, Bay, Blackberries, Celandine, Coltsfoot, Heather, Iris, Myrrh, Tansy, Snowdrops, and Violets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals: Sheep, Wolves, Bears, Stags, Eagles, Ravens, Groundhogs, Owls, and Snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work: Blessing the Seeds for this years Garden, Fertility and Purification, All Virgin and Maiden Goddess are honored, Candle Lightings, Stone Gathering, Searching for signs of spring, and Rituals of Initiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tools: Plough and Garden Implements.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v451/Witchypoo71/SigPics/?action=view&amp;current=SmallPent.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/Witchypoo71/SigPics/SmallPent.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-6316743773726934358?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/6316743773726934358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=6316743773726934358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6316743773726934358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6316743773726934358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/02/imbolg.html' title='Imbolg'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-7082056999736414070</id><published>2009-01-31T09:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:44:58.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This. Is. Awesome.</title><content type='html'>And I wish I'd thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hackers Crack Into Texas Road Sign, Warn of Zombies Ahead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Transportation officials in Texas are scrambling to prevent hackers from changing messages on digital road signs after one sign in Austin was altered to read, "Zombies Ahead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Lippincott, director of media relations for the Texas Department of Transportation, confirmed that a portable traffic sign at Lamar Boulevard and West 15th Street, near the University of Texas at Austin, was hacked into during the early hours of Jan. 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was clever, kind of cute, but not what it was intended for," said Lippincott, who saw the sign during his morning commute. "Those signs are deployed for a reason — to improve traffic conditions, let folks know there's a road closure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's sort of amusing, but not at all helpful," he told FOXNews.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampering with portable road signs is illegal and potentially dangerous to drivers. It is a misdemeanor in Texas, with penalties ranging from fines to potential jail time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lippincott said the hacked sign — manufactured by IMAGO — is owned and operated by the city of Austin. Texas Department of Transportation signs have not been affected, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is always possible that it could occur, but we attempt to prevent hacking incidents," Lippincott wrote in an e-mail. He declined to comment on security measures to protect the state's signs from hackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin Public Works spokeswoman Sara Hartley said the incident was not initially reported to police, but will be shortly. The sign was reverted back to its original message within hours, according to Hartley, who insisted the signs are tamper-resistant and equipped with external locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This sign was broken into, it was not just a 'walk up and change the sign' kind of thing," Hartley told FOXNews.com. "This is a new one for us, we've never had it happen before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she did not know whether any other signs in the area had been altered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the blog i-hacked.com, some commercial road signs, including those manufactured by IMAGO's ADDCO division, can be easily altered because their instrument panels are frequently left unlocked and their default passwords are not changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Programming is as simple as scrolling down the menu selection," i-hacked.com reports. "Type whatever you want to display … In all likelihood, the crew will not have changed [the password]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-hacked.com warns readers not to try to alter the signs, which cost roughly $15,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADDCO Chief Operating Officer Brian Nicholson told FOXNews.com that the company is sending out notices to customers on the potentially dangerous security flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's incumbent upon users to change the default password and secure the sign with a padlock," Nicholson said. "We're having our engineers review this information."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, if you're driving in Austin, you can rest assured: There are no zombies ahead.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,484326,00.html"&gt;FOXnews.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SYRjqu3I6eI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Kla3oOqeHL8/s1600-h/Zombies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SYRjqu3I6eI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Kla3oOqeHL8/s320/Zombies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297468647479503330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-7082056999736414070?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/7082056999736414070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=7082056999736414070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7082056999736414070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7082056999736414070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-awesome.html' title='This. Is. Awesome.'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SYRjqu3I6eI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Kla3oOqeHL8/s72-c/Zombies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-3525819943139761874</id><published>2009-01-28T10:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:26:59.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest accomplishment</title><content type='html'>click for full size:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SYB4vYuLhXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/btFssDOWdnU/s1600-h/DVDs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SYB4vYuLhXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/btFssDOWdnU/s320/DVDs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296365917273032050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new DVD rack yesterday and put it together last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, not a &lt;b&gt;huge&lt;/b&gt; accomplishment, but it was still harder than I thought it was going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-3525819943139761874?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/3525819943139761874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=3525819943139761874&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3525819943139761874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3525819943139761874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-latest-accomplishment.html' title='My latest accomplishment'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SYB4vYuLhXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/btFssDOWdnU/s72-c/DVDs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-6121953873556891505</id><published>2009-01-27T12:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:23:29.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self:</title><content type='html'>Do not wear fuzzy slippers outside when it has been raining. Wet fuzzy slippers are gross and squishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-6121953873556891505?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/6121953873556891505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=6121953873556891505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6121953873556891505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6121953873556891505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self:'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2249176821339962524</id><published>2009-01-24T21:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:23:08.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For lack of anything else...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Think​ back five month​s ago, Were you singl​e?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who can you blame​ ​for your bad mood today​?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in a bad mood today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How was your night​ last night​?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy at work. Chill when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your mom liste​d under​ in your phone​?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you feel right​ now?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Just got home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who were the first​ 3 peopl​e you heard​ this morni​ng?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and people on the TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you liste​ning to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, but &lt;i&gt;Harvester Of Sorrow&lt;/i&gt; by Metallica is stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you belie​ve in celeb​ratin​g anniversaries?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm a sucker for sappy shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think​ someo​ne is think​ing about​ you right​ now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh...probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last thing​ you bough​t?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a big fan of snows​torms​ or thunderstorms?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a jealo​us perso​n?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given reason to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does it take a lot to make you cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all. I'm a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What were you doing​ at 12:​​30ish​ ​last night​?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think​ a lot befor​e you sleep​?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you stay in/​​went out last night​?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hold hands​ with anyon​e this week?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whats​ runni​ng through​ your mind right​ now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why I'm doing this supid meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have a frien​d of the oppos​ite sex you can talk to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever had your heart​ broke​n? ​​​If so, how many times​?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely. There were 3 times when it was pretty devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like to cuddl​e/​​snugg​le?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there​ anybo​dy you wish you could​ be spend​ing time with right​ now?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What does the sixte​enth text in your inbox​ say?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have 16 texts in my inbox. I just cleaned it out a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you wish someo​ne would​ call or text you right​ now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh..kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is your life anyth​ing like it was a year ago?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just getting out of a relationship a year ago. It really sucked. I'm way better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This time last year,​​ can you remember who you liked​?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that was Kai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How late did you stay up last night​?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 12-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can only drink​ ONE liqui​d for the rest of your life;​ what is it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seirra Mist Cranberry Splash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you lost conta​ct with someo​ne you wish you didn'​​t?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a few people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does anyon​e call you "​​baby?​​"​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a patie​nt perso​n?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When is your birth​day?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When was the last time you cried​?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember. December maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have frien​ds you can tell stuff​ to and youre​ sure they wont tell?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What can'​​t you wait for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I don't know. Nothing at the moment I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever thoug​ht about​ getti​ng your nose pierc​ed?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought about it. Got my eyebrow pierced instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would​ you go out in publi​c looki​ng like you do right​ now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...black leggings, Metallica shirt, pink "Happy Bunny" slippers....Sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the first​ ​thing​ you thoug​ht when you woke up this morni​ng?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it was something along the lines of "afkajaladak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you mad about​ anyth​ing?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you carry​ ​with you at all times​?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you mean?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm a fucking angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What holid​ay is your birth​day close​st to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groundhog Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Has a girl ever compl​iment​ed your hair?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the last text messa​ge you sent?​​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*points to Twitter widget*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2249176821339962524?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2249176821339962524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2249176821339962524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2249176821339962524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2249176821339962524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-lack-of-anything-else.html' title='For lack of anything else...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-1455792486114134975</id><published>2009-01-22T10:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:52:22.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/120502/happy-birthday-to-me.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 333px;" src="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/120502/happy-birthday-to-me.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*confetti toss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of my mom's got me a lovely ceramic angel with my birthstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got me a new pair of slippers (my old ones were raggedy) and the Indiana Jones DVD box set with all 4 movies. W00t! I'm a total Indy nerd. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably get a little something from my co-workers later as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been good so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-1455792486114134975?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/1455792486114134975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=1455792486114134975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1455792486114134975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1455792486114134975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-1824036884374056919</id><published>2009-01-20T10:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:42:57.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave the politics to madmen</title><content type='html'>So today Barack Obama is being inaugurated into the office of President of the US of A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird for someone my age to care as little about politics as I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I care a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see our economy whipped back into shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good friend recently join the Marines. She's in boot camp right now. I have another good friend who is planning on joining the Marines later this year. While I'm proud of them for their decision to join up at this time, I fear for their safety. I'd like to see our troops pulled out of Iraq before either one of them have to go over there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Barack Obama is the man for the job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-1824036884374056919?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/1824036884374056919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=1824036884374056919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1824036884374056919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1824036884374056919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/leave-politics-to-madmen.html' title='Leave the politics to madmen'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-6989219718870938791</id><published>2009-01-17T22:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:18:18.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh...</title><content type='html'>So we had a girl quit today. She and the manager got into it and she quit. I fucking hate a stressful work environment, so I'm kind of glad she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out my work schedule is being changed as of this week. I'm going to be off Mondays and Tuesdays, as opposed to Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Which totally fucks up the fact that mom was going to take me out to lunch on Wednesday for my birthday since I'm working on my actual birthday (Thursday). I think we're just gonna do it Tuesday instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just &lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt; it when someone thinks you're mad at them when you don't answer a text/email within an hour when they should know you're at work and might just be busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Jared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-6989219718870938791?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/6989219718870938791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=6989219718870938791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6989219718870938791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6989219718870938791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/meh.html' title='Meh...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-4040767312869706671</id><published>2009-01-16T16:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:04:09.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>Metallica was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too amazing for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fK19mq6gW_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fK19mq6gW_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That arena is freaking HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the front row of the upper concourse. The view was actually really great from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage was set up in the center of the floor and the show was performed in the round. Which was awesome. Lars' drum kit rotated throughout the set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James' vocals were spot on. Everything was just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a loss for words...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-4040767312869706671?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/4040767312869706671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=4040767312869706671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/4040767312869706671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/4040767312869706671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-8396417069369216987</id><published>2009-01-15T09:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:10:14.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a couple of hours</title><content type='html'>I'm heading up to Washington DC to see &lt;br /&gt;these guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uznli0lF5u8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uznli0lF5u8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin' A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can expect a full review when I get back tomorrow. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-8396417069369216987?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/8396417069369216987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=8396417069369216987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/8396417069369216987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/8396417069369216987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-couple-of-hours.html' title='In a couple of hours'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-5797223130967002316</id><published>2009-01-14T16:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:54:27.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I found!</title><content type='html'>0:02 - 0:06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFQngRvtUYk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFQngRvtUYk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG it's it's Jordan and Shane!!&lt;br /&gt;*fangirl squeal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would actually be the Brothers Leto in 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared is going to kill me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-5797223130967002316?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/5797223130967002316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=5797223130967002316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5797223130967002316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5797223130967002316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-what-i-found.html' title='Look what I found!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-6894848624921529743</id><published>2009-01-12T17:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:37:35.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you hadn't noticed</title><content type='html'>I redid my blog again. Apparently the website that was hosting the background image I had is no more. That's what I get for not saving it to my computer or photobucket or something. I liked that one way better than this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Golden Globe Awards were last night. I watched it. I always do. And I have a few comments/observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I practically leaped out of my seat when they announced Heath Ledger as the winner for Best Supporting Actor. I sincerely believe he still would have won if he were still here. He deserved it. The Oscar is next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- I adore Kate Winslet. She seems like the sweetest person. I want to have tea with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Johnny Depp is like a fine wine. He's only gotten better with age. He's sexier now than he was in his 20s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- I want Colin Farrell to come to my house and read the dictionary to me. Hell, he could read anything to me he wants. I wouldn't care. &lt;br /&gt;I was also pleasantly surprised by his Best Actor (Musical or Comedy) win. Oscar nomination in the near future? I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- What the fuck happened to Mickey Rourke's face? Seriously??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite line of the night, courtesy of Mr. Farrell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sPwMX4dIMPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sPwMX4dIMPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-6894848624921529743?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/6894848624921529743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=6894848624921529743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6894848624921529743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6894848624921529743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-case-you-hadnt-noticed.html' title='In case you hadn&apos;t noticed'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2204142667068316453</id><published>2009-01-09T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:31:39.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently I need to update.</title><content type='html'>That's what Jared said anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have anything interesting to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new girl at work. She started yesterday. I really like her so far. I got to show her how to do close-out tonight. I could tell she was paying attention. That's always a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a co-worker about the Metallica show I'm going to next week, and this lady that was in there getting her hair colored told me she went to high school with former bassist Jason Newstead. She said she was mean to him because he was a metal guy and she was a cheerleader. (lol) But they ran into each other years later after he got all rich and famous, and he gave her big hug and was like "hey! How ya been?" and was really nice to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always awesome to find out famous people you've admired for years are really cool people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2204142667068316453?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2204142667068316453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2204142667068316453&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2204142667068316453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2204142667068316453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/apparently-i-need-to-update.html' title='Apparently I need to update.'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2642110164371992443</id><published>2009-01-08T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:24:14.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quest</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://spyridonmarinatos.blogspot.com/2009/01/quest-for-you.html"&gt;Jared.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quest is to post a song (or video of said song) that you think best describes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is me, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhfiiGGy7Ls&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhfiiGGy7Ls&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and on bad days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ryfwfc_946w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ryfwfc_946w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2642110164371992443?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2642110164371992443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2642110164371992443&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2642110164371992443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2642110164371992443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/quest.html' title='A Quest'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-716150183785990958</id><published>2009-01-07T12:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:24:29.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnit</title><content type='html'>Since Jared is &lt;a href="http://mypathologicalknowledge.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-i-dont-know-how-to-post-links.html"&gt;being an ass&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to cave and write something about my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, I dont remember a lot about my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my parents splitting up when I was 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my older half-brother running away from home shortly after that. He was gone for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember first being exposed to rock music my aforementioned half-brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being in 3rd or 4th grade and having to learn this song in music class...I don't remember what it was called. But it was about the 50 States and part of the song was singing the names of all 50 States in alphabetical order. I still know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching School House Rock and learning more about grammar and history than I did in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conjunction junction...what's your function....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-716150183785990958?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/716150183785990958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=716150183785990958&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/716150183785990958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/716150183785990958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/damnit.html' title='Damnit'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-5756198587689207602</id><published>2009-01-06T16:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:26:29.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something you may not know about me.</title><content type='html'>I can pull up and replace old caulk around a bathtub/sink/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can replace a toilet handle.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can paint a popcorn ceiling.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hook up a cable modem to a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can install a car stereo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can figure out how to use pretty much anything electronic without ever looking at an instruction manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really major. Just something I'm kind of proud of. It's good to be handy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I did that today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Whoever invented popcorn ceilings should be shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-5756198587689207602?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/5756198587689207602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=5756198587689207602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5756198587689207602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5756198587689207602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-you-may-not-know-about-me.html' title='Something you may not know about me.'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-5695591839405993649</id><published>2009-01-04T18:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:14:54.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A musical trend I've noticed...</title><content type='html'>...and surprisingly, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last 10-15 years, I've noticed numerous rock bands covering 80s songs. Mostly cheesy 80s pop songs. But not always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one I really took notice of was Marilyn Manson's cover of Eurythmics' &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3iuve2OjY_8"&gt;"Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)"&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, Mr. Warner (that's Manson's real last name, folks) has also covered &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eTcPIAewhMg"&gt;"Tainted Love"&lt;/a&gt; by Soft Cell, and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3G2BQVrcOs"&gt;"Personal Jesus"&lt;/a&gt; by Depeche Mode... "Tainted Love" being my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korn has covered &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1q-k-uN73Gk"&gt;"Word Up"&lt;/a&gt; by Cameo, and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QNdyNkxKctg"&gt;"Love My Way"&lt;/a&gt; by Psychedelic Furs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed has covered &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7Mu509Ln-M"&gt;"Shout"&lt;/a&gt; by Tears For Fears, and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqEzkdA2-_k"&gt;"Land Of Confusion"&lt;/a&gt; by Genesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have Alien Ant Farm with their cover of Michael Jackson's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDa1MZQ7onk"&gt;"Smooth Criminal"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudvayne and 30 Seconds To Mars have both covered The Police, with &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eXBwZGnI4Q"&gt;"King Of Pain"&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKiqwY89uYY"&gt;"Message In A Bottle"&lt;/a&gt;, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't get me going on the 2 albums' worth of old-school punk covers that Metallica has done. If you want to hear one, "So What" is on my playlist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-5695591839405993649?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/5695591839405993649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=5695591839405993649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5695591839405993649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5695591839405993649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/musical-trend-ive-noticed.html' title='A musical trend I&apos;ve noticed...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-1764897286833498980</id><published>2009-01-02T09:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:43:34.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blasphemy!!</title><content type='html'>This story broke last summer. But I'm still pissed off about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rocky Horror movie to be remade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cult musical film The Rocky Horror Picture Show is to be remade 33 years after it as first released, it has been announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new version of Rocky Horror, which was created by Richard O'Brien, will be co-financed by Sky Movies in the UK and MTV in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original 1975 film, starring Tim Curry, Susan Sarandon and Meat Loaf, has become a kitsch classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast and director of the new version are yet to be announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot revolves around young American couple Brad and Janet who accidentally stumble into a strange world of alien transvestites and overt sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lou Adler, executive producer on the original film, will return in the same role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Rocky Horror phenomenon has a life of its own that has reincarnated itself in numerous ways since its birth," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our hope has always been that each new endeavour and rebirth will expose the Rocky Horror experience to new audiences and expand the fan base."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the original film would continue to be enjoyed "by new fans and old alike".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Sharman, who co-wrote the original screenplay and directed the film, said: "The original has some qualities that can't be reproduced but a remake could have its own very different strengths and qualities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new film will have its UK premiere on the Sky Movies channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film started life as stage show The Rocky Horror Show in 1973.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was adapted for cinema as The Rocky Horror Picture Show two years later and has generated an enthusiastic and dedicated following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audiences to both the stage and screen versions are encouraged to dress up like the show's characters.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rocky remake leaves O'Brien cold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A remake of cult 1975 film The Rocky Horror Picture Show is being produced without the blessing of its creator Richard O'Brien, he has told the BBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was announced on Wednesday that the new version, which will be co-financed by Sky Movies in the UK and MTV in the US, would be co-produced by O'Brien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he told the BBC he would not be involved "in any way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have no view on whether it should be remade but it doesn't have my blessing," he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original 1975 film, starring Tim Curry, Susan Sarandon and Meat Loaf, has become a kitsch classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot revolves around young American couple Brad and Janet who accidentally stumble into a strange world of alien transvestites and overt sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky announced on Wednesday that Lou Adler, executive producer on the original film, would return in the same role, while O'Brien would co-produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, speaking on Wednesday afternoon, O'Brien told the BBC: "I'm not co-producing it and I won't be involved in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first I heard about it was when people sent me cuttings from US papers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He later told BBC Radio 5 Live that his involvement had been announced "to suggest I've given the project my seal of approval".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original was "a wonderful movie", he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know where they'll go with it really," he added. I've even heard that they're going to put new songs in. I wrote the book, the music and the lyrics. Where are they going to get the songs from? Who's going to do that? That's a bit strange isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky said the cast and director of the new version are yet to be announced. Lou Adler said: "The Rocky Horror phenomenon has a life of its own that has reincarnated itself in numerous ways since its birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our hope has always been that each new endeavour and rebirth will expose the Rocky Horror experience to new audiences and expand the fan base." He said the original film would continue to be enjoyed "by new fans and old alike".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new film will have its UK premiere on the Sky Movies channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film started life as stage show The Rocky Horror Show in 1973.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was adapted for cinema as The Rocky Horror Picture Show two years later and has generated an enthusiastic and dedicated following. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audiences to both the stage and screen versions are encouraged to dress up like the show's characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'Brien said the stage show had gone from strength to strength with a production opening in Sydney recently and one due to open in Berlin by the end of the year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wrong on so many levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-1764897286833498980?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/1764897286833498980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=1764897286833498980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1764897286833498980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1764897286833498980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2009/01/blasphemy.html' title='Blasphemy!!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2123323365065023093</id><published>2008-12-31T16:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:29:03.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>Thank you AAA locksmith guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for showing up earlier than the AAA rep said you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for jimmying open my car door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for pointing out that, once in the car, I could pull the back seat down to get into the trunk where my purse and car keys were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for doing all this without making me feel like an idiot for locking my keys in my trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are awesome. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2123323365065023093?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2123323365065023093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2123323365065023093&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2123323365065023093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2123323365065023093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-6708545593096562218</id><published>2008-12-30T10:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:47:34.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I have nothing interesting to write about</title><content type='html'>You get a meme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whose hoodie did you wear last?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you like to be in a relationship right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh...I'm ok with being single at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why did you last go to the beach?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember &lt;i&gt;when&lt;/i&gt; I last went to the beach, let alone why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you crushing on someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmhmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you sleep on your stomach?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the last person that made you cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Brokeback Mountain last night for the first time in a while, and it always makes me cry. So technically, the answer is Heath Ledger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you ticklish?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think of the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her to death, but she needs to stop blaming other people for her problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will you kiss someone within the next week or two?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...doubtful. But it'd be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How are you feeling at this very moment?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good, actually,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you excited about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metallica show in a few weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you know a few people who smoke weed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you know what you'll name your kids?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I'd had any...I always liked Ian Alexander for a boy. I never really settled on a girl's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the last thing you drank?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am drinking a Sierra Mist Cranberry Splash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there anyone you won't ever forget?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you rather go forward a week or back a week?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you know anyone who would drop everything just to come see you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you listening to at the moment?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, oddly enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching aforementioned movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Has a boy/girl ever called you babe/baby?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there a guy who knows everything or mostly everything about you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What were you doing 2 hours ago?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you see someone you don't like today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who are all the texts in your inbox from?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter, Jade, Chele, Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where is the person you want to kiss right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plead the 5th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you feel about your relationship status?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine with it for now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever seen someone blow up a condom?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolol yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do any of your friends have children?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I have 2 friends who are currently expecting =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is it cute when a guy/girl calls you babe?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm a sucker for shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you going to talk to anyone on the phone tonight?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jade calls me back I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you have an exciting last weekend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh...I worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there a secret you've never told your parents?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God yes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-6708545593096562218?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/6708545593096562218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=6708545593096562218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6708545593096562218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/6708545593096562218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-i-have-nothing-interesting-to.html' title='Because I have nothing interesting to write about'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-5715457817742046263</id><published>2008-12-27T21:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:16:43.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A splendid time is guaranteed for all</title><content type='html'>Have you ever played a CD that you hadn't listened to in years, only to realize that you still knew every single word of that album, start to finish, by heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this record...it was released 42 years ago this coming June, which makes it older than I am. I was completely obsessed with it in my late teens. I had it on cassette then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought it on CD about 10 years ago, obsessed on it again for a while, then put it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for some reason, I felt like listening to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put it in my CD player in my car and listened to the first half of it on the way to work. I listened to the last half of it on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still know every. Single. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SVbux77ArYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SCqjQ6aqkzk/s1600-h/sgt_pepper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SVbux77ArYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SCqjQ6aqkzk/s320/sgt_pepper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284673754432056706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing album! What a great band!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-5715457817742046263?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/5715457817742046263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=5715457817742046263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5715457817742046263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5715457817742046263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/splendid-time-is-guaranteed-for-all.html' title='A splendid time is guaranteed for all'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SVbux77ArYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SCqjQ6aqkzk/s72-c/sgt_pepper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-3860513534702509087</id><published>2008-12-26T22:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:07:47.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's someone's birthday!</title><content type='html'>And since he didn't seem to think this was &lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt; retarded, I'll share what I made for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blingee.com/blingee/view/79533938-Jared-s-birthday" target="_blank" title="Glitter Graphics"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jared's birthday" border="0" height="400" src="http://image.blingee.com/images15/content/output/000/000/000/4bd/352610041_1272577.gif" title="Jared's birthday" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Jay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-3860513534702509087?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/3860513534702509087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=3860513534702509087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3860513534702509087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3860513534702509087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-someones-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s someone&apos;s birthday!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-4039486707398540919</id><published>2008-12-25T11:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:38:12.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Blogland!</title><content type='html'>So far I have gotten:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$25 Starbucks card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini bottles of lotion from Bath &amp; Body Works in Japanese Cherry Blossom, Warm Vanilla Sugar, and Velvet Tuberose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 Witch's Calender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin care products&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting at least one other thing later when my mom's friend Sherry comes over for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contribution to dinner tonight is dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SVO0SbkS9mI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MvEq3RomNOA/s1600-h/Pictures+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SVO0SbkS9mI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MvEq3RomNOA/s320/Pictures+121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283765016566363746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Fluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-1/4 cups cold milk&lt;br /&gt;1 tbs. instant coffee&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg. (6 serving size) Jello Instant vanilla pudding&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg. Dream Whip whipped topping mix&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;Cool Whip Extra Creamy whipped topping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissolve coffee in milk in a medium sized mixing bowl. Add dry pudding mix, dry whipped topping mix and cinnamon. Mix with electric mixer, starting on low, gradually increasing speed until mixture forms soft peaks (3-5 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let set in refrigerator 1 hour (or overnight) to set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original recipe (found in the Jello Cookbook) calls to serve it in dessert glasses as-is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I do it is: spoon 2 tbs. of mixture in dessert glass. Layer 2 tbs. of Cool Whip on top of that, then 2 more tbs. of the mixture, topped with another dollop of Cool Whip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-4039486707398540919?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/4039486707398540919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=4039486707398540919&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/4039486707398540919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/4039486707398540919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-blogland.html' title='Merry Christmas Blogland!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SVO0SbkS9mI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MvEq3RomNOA/s72-c/Pictures+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-5435414941156448705</id><published>2008-12-22T18:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:19:30.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I do when I'm bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blingee.com/blingee/view/79327970-Christmas-08" target="_blank" title="Glitter Graphics"&gt;&lt;img alt="Christmas 08" border="0" height="300" src="http://image.blingee.com/images15/content/output/000/000/000/4ba/350902799_1055176.gif" title="Christmas 08" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays blog friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-5435414941156448705?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/5435414941156448705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=5435414941156448705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5435414941156448705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5435414941156448705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-what-i-do-when-im-bored.html' title='This is what I do when I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-715427385183064729</id><published>2008-12-21T07:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T07:40:54.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yule (Winter Solstice)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Yule, (pronounced EWE-elle) is when the dark half of the year relinquishes to the light half. Starting the next morning at sunrise, the sun climbs just a little higher and stays a little longer in the sky each day. Known as Solstice Night, or the longest night of the year, much celebration was to be had as the ancestors awaited the rebirth of the Oak King, the Sun King, the Giver of Life that warmed the frozen Earth and made her to bear forth from seeds protected through the fall and winter in her womb. Bonfires were lit in the fields, and crops and trees were "wassailed" with toasts of spiced cider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children were escorted from house to house with gifts of clove spiked apples and oranges which were laid in baskets of evergreen boughs and wheat stalks dusted with flour. The apples and oranges represented the sun, the boughs were symbolic of immortality, the wheat stalks portrayed the harvest, and the flour was accomplishment of triumph, light, and life. Holly, mistletoe, and ivy not only decorated the outside, but also the inside of homes. It was to extend invitation to Nature Sprites to come and join the celebration. A sprig of Holly was kept near the door all year long as a constant invitation for good fortune to pay visit to the residents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremonial Yule log was the highlight of the festival. In accordance to tradition, the log must either have been harvested from the householder's land, or given as a gift... it must never have been bought. Once dragged into the house and placed in the fireplace it was decorated in seasonal greenery, doused with cider or ale, and dusted with flour before set ablaze be a piece of last years log, (held onto for just this purpose). The log would burn throughout the night, then smolder for 12 days after before being ceremonially put out. Ash is the traditional wood of the Yule log. It is the sacred world tree of the Teutons, known as Yggdrasil. An herb of the Sun, Ash brings light into the hearth at the Solstice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different type of Yule log, and perhaps one more suitable for modern practitioners would be the type that is used as a base to hold three candles. Find a smaller branch of oak or pine, and flatten one side so it sets upright. Drill three holes in the top side to hold red, green, and white (season), green, gold, and black (the Sun God), or white, red, and black (the Great Goddess). Continue to decorate with greenery, red and gold bows, rosebuds, cloves, and dust with flour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deities of Yule are all Newborn Gods, Sun Gods, Mother Goddesses, and Triple Goddesses. The best known would be the Dagda, and Brighid, the daughter of the Dagda. Brighid taught the smiths the arts of fire tending and the secrets of metal work. Brighid's flame, like the flame of the new light, pierces the darkness of the spirit and mind, while the Dagda's cauldron assures that Nature will always provide for all the children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symbolism of Yule:&lt;br /&gt;Rebirth of the Sun, The longest night of the year, The Winter Solstice, Introspect, Planning for the Future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symbols of Yule:&lt;br /&gt;Yule log, or small Yule log with 3 candles, evergreen boughs or wreaths, holly, mistletoe hung in doorways, gold pillar candles, baskets of clove studded fruit, a simmering pot of wassail, poinsettias, christmas cactus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbs of Yule:&lt;br /&gt;Bayberry, blessed thistle, evergreen, frankincense holly, laurel, mistletoe, oak, pine, sage, yellow cedar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foods of Yule:&lt;br /&gt;Cookies and caraway cakes soaked in cider, fruits, nuts, pork dishes, turkey, eggnog, ginger tea, spiced cider, wassail, or lamb's wool (ale, sugar, nutmeg, roasted apples). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incense of Yule:&lt;br /&gt;Pine, cedar, bayberry, cinnamon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colors of Yule:&lt;br /&gt;Red, green, gold, white, silver, yellow, orange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones of Yule:&lt;br /&gt;Rubies, bloodstones, garnets, emeralds, diamonds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities of Yule:&lt;br /&gt;Caroling, wassailing the trees, burning the Yule log, decorating the Yule tree, exchanging of presents, kissing under the mistletoe, honoring Kriss Kringle the Germanic Pagan God of Yule &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spellworkings of Yule:&lt;br /&gt;Peace, harmony, love, and increased happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deities of Yule:&lt;br /&gt;Goddesses-Brighid, Isis, Demeter, Gaea, Diana, The Great Mother. Gods-Apollo, Ra, Odin, Lugh, The Oak King, The Horned One, The Green Man, The Divine Child, Mabon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v451/Witchypoo71/SigPics/?action=view&amp;current=SmallPent.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v451/Witchypoo71/SigPics/SmallPent.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-715427385183064729?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/715427385183064729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=715427385183064729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/715427385183064729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/715427385183064729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/yule-winter-solstice.html' title='Yule (Winter Solstice)'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-3420960702796377902</id><published>2008-12-20T09:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:41:06.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Caylee</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Skeletal remains found near the home of missing child Caylee Anthony are those of the little girl and her cause of death is homicide, the medical examiner said Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With regret, I'm here to inform you that the skeletal remains are those of the missing toddler," said Dr. Jan Garavaglia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garavaglia said the cause was ruled a homicide by unknown means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, Florida police released evidence photos from the Caylee Anthony crime scene, among them one of a book they say they found in the woods that the child had been photographed reading before she vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures were among several cops publicized ahead of a Friday afternoon news briefing, during which authorities were expected to reveal findings about the bones and skull discovered near the little girl's family home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is among numerous pieces of evidence Orange County Sheriff's deputies say they found in the privately-owned lot where a small child's skeletal remains turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The press conference, scheduled for 2 p.m. EST at the Orange County Sheriff's Office, was announced by the county medical examiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Friday, police re-interviewed a county water meter reader who earlier this month discovered what likely are the girl's remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detectives deny the worker is a suspect in the child's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worker found bones Dec. 11 near the Orlando house where then 2-year-old Caylee lived with her mother and maternal grandparents. He also had called in a tip to police on Aug. 11, 12 and 13, telling them to look in the same area for the remains, police said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange County Sheriff's officials say they believe the unidentified tipster was in the area on Dec. 11 following up on his own lead when he discovered the bones and skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Angelo Nieves said police are questioning the worker again, as well as the sheriff's deputy who took the original call. They want to know more about what prompted him to contact authorities and how they handled the tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meter reader first called Aug. 11 to report a bag by the side of the road, MyFOXOrlando.com reported. A deputy wasn't able to locate the worker, the station said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, the meter reader called a crime hotline. The information was passed on to the Orange County Sheriff's criminal investigation division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Aug. 13, the utility worker called cops a third time, MyFOXOrlando.com reported. He met with police, and a deputy did go into the wooded area to investigate the worker's claims, but didn't find anything. The scene was then cleared as a possible place of interest in the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is now an internal probe under way within the police department into how the matter was handled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are a lot of questions about the thoroughness of that response," Nieves told MyFOXOrlando.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigators were back at the wooded crime scene Thursday in their exhaustive dig for evidence. They said late Thursday they found additional bones that appear to be from a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a representative for the defense lawyer of Caylee's mother Casey Anthony accused police of lying to the press and suggested they could be tampering with evidence at the site where a little child's bones were found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd Black, a spokesman for Anthony's lead attorney Jose Baez, complained that investigators won't let the defense team observe their work at the scene where remains believed to be those of Anthony's daughter Caylee were discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some of their comments are blatant lies," Black told FOXNews.com. "History has shown that in some cases authorities have been caught tampering with evidence. That is something we hope is not happening. We're not accusing anyone of anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony, 22, has been charged with the little girl's murder and is being held in jail without bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police said the bones discovered in the Caylee Anthony investigation could be identified by the end of the day on Thursday or on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nieves remained tight-lipped about the nature of the evidence detectives have found at the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some reports suggested teeth had been discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange County Medical Examiner Dr. Jan Garavaglia — who has her own Discovery Channel TV show and calls herself "Dr. G." — is handling the tests. Her office said Thursday that they didn't know when the results would be ready but would put out a report when they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOXNews.com's Catherine Donaldson-Evans and FOX News' Phil Keating contributed to this report.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supernannyrules.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/caylee-anthony-nc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 282px;" src="http://www.supernannyrules.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/caylee-anthony-nc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your murdering psycho-bitch of a mother burn in Hell for all etertiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-3420960702796377902?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/3420960702796377902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=3420960702796377902&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3420960702796377902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3420960702796377902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/rip-caylee.html' title='R.I.P. Caylee'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-5089464725176161552</id><published>2008-12-18T10:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:41:01.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chad in an Elmo suit</title><content type='html'>The concert last night was flippin' awesome. I'm tired, sore, hoarse, dehydrated, and my ears are still ringing. Jared says it sounds like I have some sort of disease. Called metal-itis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, on the way to the show, Chele gave me some great news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I'm gonna be Auntie Cherlyn! She and Henry are thrilled and I'm so excited for them. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to the venue a little late due to traffic. We were gonna try for a spot on the balcony, but that was a no-go, so we ended up on the floor toward the back instead. We were right underneath the edge of the balcony. Through the whole show, I felt this need to protect my pregnant friend from moshers. I did a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first band was a local band called Hobgoblin. I'm pretty sure the NorVa always has local bands for openers. I Think it's been local bands every time I've been to a show there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was Snot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd heard of them, but never really heard any of their stuff. I liked them a lot. I'm gonna have to get a CD or two of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point during Snot's set, someone's shirt fell on my head. It was pretty funny. It was a girl's pink shirt. We looked to the balcony above us to see if anyone looked like they were looking for it. No one did. So we chucked it on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Years was next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; good. I'd heard they put on a great show, and they did not disappoint. They were heavier live than I expected them to be. For me, that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how when you go to a concert there's always music playing over the speakers between sets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after 10 Years' set, while the stage was getting set up for Mudvayne, whoever was in charge of what music gets played between sets decided to put on Metallica's &lt;i&gt;Master of Puppets&lt;/i&gt; CD. As in, it played straight through 5 or 6 songs. I was a happy camper. So were a lot of other people. You could hear people singing along with it. "MASTER! MASTER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Mudvayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. Fucking. GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved every second of it. For some reason, Chad (the vocalist &lt;3) came out wearing what looked like an Elmo suit. He was also sporting a red mohawk that looked pretty damn good. He changed clothes mid-set though, so that was good. The Elmo suit was distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SETLIST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not Falling&lt;br /&gt;Silenced&lt;br /&gt;- 1&lt;br /&gt;Death Blooms&lt;br /&gt;Do What You Do&lt;br /&gt;Fall Into Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cradle&lt;br /&gt;World So Cold&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to Gein&lt;br /&gt;Prod&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;Dig&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely perfect setlist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say the best performance of the night was &lt;i&gt;Nothing To Gein&lt;/i&gt;. It's a very intense song to begin with, but performance was spine-tingling. I was hoping to find a video on youtube of that, but there's not one yet. I'll give it a couple of days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did find one good quality video from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;i&gt;- 1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIGmkb3_8oM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIGmkb3_8oM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Elmo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-5089464725176161552?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/5089464725176161552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=5089464725176161552&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5089464725176161552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5089464725176161552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/chad-in-elmo-suit.html' title='Chad in an Elmo suit'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-7719891900226863476</id><published>2008-12-17T09:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:14:38.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since no one played...</title><content type='html'>...my &lt;a href="http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-meme.html"&gt;movie meme game&lt;/a&gt;, and because I have nothing else to write about today, here are the answers for the quotes. I'll name the movie the quote is from, the character who said it, and the actor that played them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: This job would be great if it wasn't for the fucking customers.&lt;br /&gt; - Randal Graves (Jeff Anderson) &lt;i&gt;Clerks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: There's only one "Return" ok? And it ain't "Of The King," it's "Of The Jedi."&lt;br /&gt; - Randal Graves (Jeff Anderson) &lt;i&gt;Clerks II&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: I won't quake and bow down like the sycophants you have around you.&lt;br /&gt; - Cleitus (Gary Stretch) &lt;i&gt;Alexander&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Stop. Police. Murder.&lt;br /&gt; - Willy Wonka (Gene Wilder) &lt;i&gt;Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: It's impossible, Lois could never have Superman's baby. Do you think her fallopian tubes could handle the sperm? I guarantee you he blows a load like a shotgun right through her back. What about her womb? Do you think it's strong enough to carry his child? &lt;br /&gt; - Brodie Bruce (Jason Lee) &lt;i&gt;Mallrats&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: You're a fucking ugly bitch. I want to stab you to death, and then play around with your blood. &lt;br /&gt; - Patrick Bateman (Christian Bale) &lt;i&gt;American Psycho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Goddamn, motherfucker got blood all over my best clown suit.&lt;br /&gt; - Captain Spaulding (Sid Haig) &lt;i&gt;House of 1000 Corpses&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: I am the devil, and I am here to do the devil's work.&lt;br /&gt; - Otis B. Driftwood (Bill Moseley) &lt;i&gt;The Devil's Rejects&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: I can't see, fuck-mook. I have no eyes.&lt;br /&gt; - Agent Sheldon Sands (Johnny Depp) &lt;i&gt;Once Upon A Time In Mexico&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Oh, man. Midnight. Baseball bats and boogeymen. Beautiful. &lt;br /&gt; - Glen Lantz (Johnny Depp) &lt;i&gt;A Nightmare On Elm St.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Those girls... they're eating grapes off the wallpaper. They're crazy.&lt;br /&gt; - Toby Jacobs (Jared Leto) &lt;i&gt;Girl, Interrupted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to point out that when Jared read the initial post, he said, and I quote, "I don't see any Leto movie quotes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are quotes from 3 of his movies on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them was his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his defence, he did say he just kind of skimmed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like giving him shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 ya Jay! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-7719891900226863476?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/7719891900226863476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=7719891900226863476&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7719891900226863476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7719891900226863476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/since-no-one-played.html' title='Since no one played...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-3666555618335345936</id><published>2008-12-16T10:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:40:06.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow night</title><content type='html'>MUDVAYNE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ccJbSnMrPQA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ccJbSnMrPQA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Death Blooms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Egoz_WexNKo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Egoz_WexNKo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A World So Cold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Am. Fucking. Stoked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-3666555618335345936?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/3666555618335345936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=3666555618335345936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3666555618335345936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3666555618335345936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/tomorrow-night.html' title='Tomorrow night'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-1022755942953453828</id><published>2008-12-13T22:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:07:29.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the hell...</title><content type='html'>...are all my readers? What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got off work tonight, I went to buy a six-pack of Bacardi Silver pomegranate mojitos. I grab one and go up to the check-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get up there, I notice that some previous customer was tampering with the six-packs of Bacardi Silver mojitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I had contained 3 of the pomegranate, 2 regular, and one mango. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like going all the way back to the back of the store to get a normal six-pack, so I went ahead and got what I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mango is pretty tasty. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-1022755942953453828?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/1022755942953453828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=1022755942953453828&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1022755942953453828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1022755942953453828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-hell.html' title='Where the hell...'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2076899253386954774</id><published>2008-12-12T13:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:27:59.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Meme</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm doing another meme. I just don't have much interesting going on in my life to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Here's how this works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick 10 of your favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;- Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.&lt;br /&gt;- Post them here for everyone to guess.&lt;br /&gt;- Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.&lt;br /&gt;- No Googling/using IMDb search functions! DON'T CHEAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: This job would be great if it wasn't for the fucking customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: There's only one "Return" ok? And it ain't "Of The King," it's "Of The Jedi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: I won't quake and bow down like the sycophants you have around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Stop. Police. Murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: It's impossible, Lois could never have Superman's baby. Do you think her fallopian tubes could handle the sperm? I guarantee you he blows a load like a shotgun right through her back. What about her womb? Do you think it's strong enough to carry his child? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: You're a fucking ugly bitch. I want to stab you to death, and then play around with your blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Goddamn, motherfucker got blood all over my best clown suit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: I am the devil, and I am here to do the devil's work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: I can't see, fuck-mook. I have no eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Oh, man. Midnight. Baseball bats and boogeymen. Beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Those girls... they're eating grapes off the wallpaper. They're crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2076899253386954774?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2076899253386954774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2076899253386954774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2076899253386954774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2076899253386954774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-meme.html' title='Movie Meme'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-7866594052530096707</id><published>2008-12-10T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:56:30.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SUCBH9PURaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/u9HOQGsjWmI/s1600-h/2572886032_977034b665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SUCBH9PURaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/u9HOQGsjWmI/s320/2572886032_977034b665.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278360736976094626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am apparently obsessed with all things pomegranate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-7866594052530096707?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/7866594052530096707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=7866594052530096707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7866594052530096707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7866594052530096707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-latest-discovery.html' title='My latest discovery'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SUCBH9PURaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/u9HOQGsjWmI/s72-c/2572886032_977034b665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-8058878352704715745</id><published>2008-12-07T19:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:53:06.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus was Goth**</title><content type='html'>Jade showed me this. I lol'd.&lt;br /&gt;**This is a joke. Please take it as such.&lt;br /&gt;(clicking links will take you to pictures and stuff from the source site)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus never referred to himself as goth.&lt;/b&gt; Everyone knows the gothest thing someone can do is deny he/she is a goth (case in point: Andrew Elritch and The Sisters of Mercy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He is referred to as Lord Jesus.&lt;/b&gt; Even to this day, people call him Lord Jesus, much like other gothlings go by titles such as Lord Ashtoroth, or Lord Wolfbane. It wasn't so cheesy, in the beginning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was mocked by "normals."&lt;/b&gt; Even the gothest goth of them all was &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/001.html"&gt;made fun of&lt;/a&gt; by ignorant rednecks and trendies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus was obsessed with death.&lt;/b&gt; Yes, he lived and breathed it, to to speak. He hung out in tombs with dead guys like &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/002.html"&gt;Lazarus.&lt;/a&gt; He also spent time with &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/003.html"&gt;lepers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus was secretly a vampire.&lt;/b&gt; At his last supper he said, "This cup means the new covenant by virtue of my blood." Transubstantiation is nothing but a fancy spell that changes wine into real blood! After all, how else could Jesus promise eternal life? In addition, when Jesus was up on the cross, the sun went dark so he wouldn't get those nasty sunburns vamps are so prone to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was always depressed.&lt;/b&gt; Think about it. What real Goth is ever happy? With all the exciting &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/004.html"&gt;masochistic stuff&lt;/a&gt; he went through, is it any wonder that &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/005.html"&gt;"Jesus wept?"&lt;/a&gt; He was, after all, known as the "man of sorrows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus was a great dresser.&lt;/b&gt; C'mon now. He might not have worn black all the time, but just take a close look at all those pictures we see of Christ. He wore long flowing robes, looking positively ethereal in &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/006.html"&gt;white&lt;/a&gt;, or sombre in &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/007.html"&gt;blood red&lt;/a&gt;. He wasn't afraid to pull gender-benders, either, which proved very influential to the San Francisco goth scene. He tended to wear a lot of dresses and skirts, yet somehow still look both undeniably male and &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/008.html"&gt;sexy&lt;/a&gt;! And check out the fashion accessories. A &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/009.html"&gt;crown of thorns&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/010.html"&gt;funeral shroud&lt;/a&gt; are the epitome of angst-fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He went to the coolest clubs and dens of iniquity.&lt;/b&gt; Jesus hung out with the real "alternative" crowd of the time. His buddies were tax-collectors, &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/011.html"&gt;feishists&lt;/a&gt;, and women of ill-repute. He also literally hung around with murderers (check out the cross scene), once again showing his fascination with death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christ surrounded himself with goth chicks.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/012.html"&gt;Mary Magdalene&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/013.html"&gt;Veronica&lt;/a&gt; were two of the first goth-chicks, but Jesus also has a horde of gothic groupies. How else would you describe all those &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/014.html"&gt;nuns/brides of Christ?&lt;/a&gt; They wear all black and white, and are heavy into crosses, rosaries, and the contemplation of holy masochism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He had the gaunt look down pat.&lt;/b&gt; You have to admit, few pictures you've ever seen of the guy had him rosy-cheeked and robust. The man was positively &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/015.html"&gt;scrawny&lt;/a&gt; and white. He had cheekbones from Hell, and even his hipbones stuck way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was big on crucifixes.&lt;/b&gt; Crosses are very goth. Jesus liked them so much that he would occasionally carry a &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/016.html"&gt;huge one&lt;/a&gt; around with him. He was somewhat &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/017.html"&gt;partial to ankhs&lt;/a&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christ was into body piercing.&lt;/b&gt; He only did it a few times, but what a statement he made with his piercings! He had a huge-guage piercing gun zap his &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/018.html"&gt;hands&lt;/a&gt;, feet, and &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/019.html"&gt;side&lt;/a&gt;. To top it all off, he did it all in front of an audience, making him one of the first &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/020.html"&gt;performance artists&lt;/a&gt;. Here's a picture of his stage-hands helping him set up for his &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/021.html"&gt;first piercing act&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus was fascinated with the occult.&lt;/b&gt; When Jesus wasn't hanging around with whores and lepers, he was often out consorting with demons. He liked to find people possessed with evil spirits so that he could order the demons around. Once he even told a bunch of demons to go live in a herd of swine. To top it all off, he even went comparison shopping with Satan once. Here he is &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/022.html"&gt;dissing the devil&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He spent time in tombs.&lt;/b&gt; Like I mentioned before, he hung out with Lazarus in one once, but there's much more to it. He once pretended to be dead for three days so that he could &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/023.html"&gt;sleep in one&lt;/a&gt;. How goth can you get? I'll bet you never lived in a tomb. Only Christ, vampires, and Poppy Z. Brite characters get to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus knew how to party.&lt;/b&gt; Once he went to this wedding where everyone was a bunch of tight-asses. All they wanted to drink was water, but he fooled them. He went and switched wine (or was it absinthe?) for the water! Voila! Instant &lt;a href="http://www.shanmonster.com/jesus/proof/024.html"&gt;party!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus was into kinky domination and submission.&lt;/b&gt; Okay, we all know that he liked to hang out with harlots. That's been quite established, even by the most zealous of right-wing Christians. But what did the big C do with these lovely ladies of the night? Well, he had them wipe his feet with their hair and tears. And let's not forget what he did to the moneychangers in his Dad's temple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was into fishnet.&lt;/b&gt; Jesus rarely went anywhere without his trusty fishnet. Occasionally, he would get a bit sick of it, and would throw it overboard while boating, but one of his disciples would always give it back to him. Of course, the disciple would clean all the fish out of it first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-8058878352704715745?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/8058878352704715745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=8058878352704715745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/8058878352704715745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/8058878352704715745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/jesus-was-goth.html' title='Jesus was Goth**'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-5956635525781725377</id><published>2008-12-06T09:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:21:50.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here, have a meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Where​ are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you tell your best friend​ EVERY​THING​?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah just about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When'​s the last time you showered​?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What were the last two TV shows​ you watch​ed?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days Of Our Lives and My Name Is Earl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who'​s a celebrity​ you find extremely attractive​?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gee...umm...what's that guy's name? &lt;br /&gt;Jared something...&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever cried​ for no reason?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you wearing on your feet?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last person you talked to on IM?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like your name?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What color​ are your fingernails?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingernail colored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What'​s your favorite song?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Of Puppets by Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last time you were disappointed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Chele canceled on me when we had plans a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you happy​ at the moment?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just here at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you tend to fall for boys easily?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crush super easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is your bedroom window open?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 37 friggin' degrees outside. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When was the last time you fell?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...not sure. It's been a while apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you know anyone with a lisp?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the last person to call,​ what did they call for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some telemarketer trying to sell e something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last person who drove​ you somewhere?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom. She won't let me drive anytime we go somewhere together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you hear right​ now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is my mom has on TV downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who were you with today​ around 1:​30?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 9:45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you bite your fingernails?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you tanned?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not presently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is your current hair color​ your natural hair color​?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think​ too much or too little?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think​ you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question. Doubtful though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever wanted something you couldn't have?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What'​s one thing​ you want in life right​ now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is it easy for others to make you feel awkward?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I'm good at making myself feel awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many times​ have you kissed the last person you kissed?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name something you cannot wait for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudvayne and Metallica shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you know anybody with a contagious​ laugh​?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you hear "​marriage"​ what do you think​?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm never doing &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have any real bad habits?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aforementioned nail biting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who are the last two text messages in your inbox​ from?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chele and Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you pray before you went to bed last night​?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your current relationship status?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you get jealous of other​ people easily?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if there's a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you of great​ importance​ in someone else'​s life?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite saying?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Could​ you fit down your chimney?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How random. But no, I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who taught you to tie your shoes​?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure my mom did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you usually sing while​ showering?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What'​s something that really grosses you out?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that don't wash their hands after using the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What movie​ did you last watch​?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle of watching Alexander for the millionth time. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What celebrity do you most resemble?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Choose only one word to describe yourself:​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you constantly​ pick out your own flaws​?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever told a teacher to "​shut up?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the oldest person you would​ date right​ now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I can't really see myself going more than a couple of years older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever been reported "​missing"​ on the news?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think​ about​ Britn​ey Spear​s?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda bad for her. The girl's got some issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What'​s the last compliment​ you've received?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about how good I am at my job. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there​ anybody you'​re really disappointed in right​ now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you could​ go back in time would​ you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you use your middle finger often​?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What'​s annoying you right​ now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I have a 9 hour shift to work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a really under​standing person?​&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-5956635525781725377?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/5956635525781725377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=5956635525781725377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5956635525781725377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/5956635525781725377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-have-meme.html' title='Here, have a meme'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-26475493097005730</id><published>2008-12-04T10:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:41:53.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Workshop</title><content type='html'>From Kathy's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k67/downhillherb/mamakat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe a time when your pet caused chaos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after we got married, my (now ex) husband, Bob, and I acquired 2 pets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morpheus was a beautiful black cat with striking green eyes. He was 5 months old when we adopted him from the ASPCA. Soon after we adopted him, we discovered he had a bit of a mean streak. His favorite game was to sneak up on you, bite you, HARD, and run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine, or Maxie, as we called her, was a 2 1/2 year old German Shepherd mix that was given to us by some friends who could no longer keep her. She was such so loving and affectionate. Best dog ever. In caps. BEST. DOG. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxie was one of those dogs that would eat pretty much anything (aren't all dogs like that really?). We had to keep Morph's food on top of the washing machine because we quickly learned that Maxie would eat it all if we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept all the pet treats in a cabinet over the refrigerator because we didn't put it past Maxie to get into the lower cabinets and eat them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we didn't take into account was the fact the Morph was a climber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and I had been out for the evening. We came home to find the brand new bag of dog treats we'd bought that day, and put in the high cabinet, torn open and empty in the middle of the living room. We went to the bedroom to find, lying on our bed, a very guilty looking dog. She also looked like she wasn't feeling too hot. We put her leash on her and took her outside, since we'd been out for a few hours. She promptly threw up. We were just grateful she'd kept it in until we got her outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we pieced together what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen counter went flush up against the refrigerator. Morph could easily jump from the floor to the counter to the top of the fridge. He must have pawed open the cabinet and knocked the bag of dog treats onto the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either one of them could have torn the bag open. Morph wasn't declawed, and we weren't as good about keeping Max's nails trimmed as we could have been. And Maxie, being Maxie, ate all the treats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully she was feeling much better the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-26475493097005730?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/26475493097005730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=26475493097005730&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/26475493097005730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/26475493097005730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/writers-workshop.html' title='Writer&apos;s Workshop'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-3752410954012887333</id><published>2008-12-03T10:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:32:59.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Die!</title><content type='html'>*click to see full comic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Kris/die.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 718px; height: 358px;" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Kris/die.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-3752410954012887333?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/3752410954012887333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=3752410954012887333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3752410954012887333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3752410954012887333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/die.html' title='Die!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-912518251177223215</id><published>2008-12-01T18:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:53:37.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roomba kitty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQ-jv8g1YVI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQ-jv8g1YVI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How freakin' cute is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a Roomba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that rhymed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-912518251177223215?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/912518251177223215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=912518251177223215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/912518251177223215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/912518251177223215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/12/roomba-kitty.html' title='Roomba kitty!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-8720364967645820796</id><published>2008-11-30T19:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:11:39.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the weekend</title><content type='html'>At least it's the end of the weekend for most normal people. I still have one more day to work before I get my "weekend." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday I had to work 9 hours both days. Apparently our area supervisor (my boss' boss) thought it was going to be uber-busy all weekend, so she scheduled all of us for 9 hour shifts. It turned out to be pretty slow and totally not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did more today in an 8 hour shift than I did in the 18 combined hours I worked Friday and Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I conducted a little experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd bought a DVD and when I took it home and put it in my DVD player, it wouldn't play. A brand friggin' new DVD. And a pretty brand friggin' new DVD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to see if the DVD would play in my 4 year old PS2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried another DVD I'd been having issues with and tried playing that in my PS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one worked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's what I get for buying a $30 DVD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell, at least I can play all my DVDs now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-8720364967645820796?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/8720364967645820796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=8720364967645820796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/8720364967645820796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/8720364967645820796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-weekend.html' title='End of the weekend'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-2789401159777643881</id><published>2008-11-29T09:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:33:24.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>I had to work a 9 hour shift yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do it again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd better be busier today than it was yesterday. But I'm supposed to have a highlight coming in today, so that'll be good. If she shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else interesting to add...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-2789401159777643881?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/2789401159777643881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=2789401159777643881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2789401159777643881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/2789401159777643881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/11/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-3455621017927207898</id><published>2008-11-27T10:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:37:42.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ubercomments.com/graphics/176/p/6/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff244/ubercomments/holidays/thanksgiving/062.gif" alt="happy thanksgiving"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ubercomments.com/graphics/176/p/6/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff244/ubercomments/holidays/thanksgiving/063.gif" alt="turkey has nightmares of someone cramming bread up it's butt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ubercomments.com/graphics/176/p/8/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff244/ubercomments/holidays/thanksgiving/082.jpg" alt="happy thanksgiving sesame street eat big bird"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one just for Jared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ubercomments.com/graphics/176/p/1/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff244/ubercomments/holidays/thanksgiving/008.gif" alt="vegetarians r us"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-3455621017927207898?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/3455621017927207898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=3455621017927207898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3455621017927207898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/3455621017927207898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-1178527724703322314</id><published>2008-11-24T18:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:30:23.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday stuff</title><content type='html'>I was off work today, whereas I'm usually not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls wanted Wednesday off because she had a bunch of family coming in for Thanksgiving and she's gotta cook all day. So I'm working her shift for her on Wednesday and she worked mine today. So I'm off today and tomorrow, working Wednesday, off again on Thursday for Thanksgiving. 3 days off in a row would have been preferable. But it's all good. I'm a team player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW...Jared is at his grandmother's and said to wish our mutual readers a happy Thanksgiving. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have recently come to the realization that I have a major crush on this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l55/fignewton861511/DrDrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 264px;" src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l55/fignewton861511/DrDrew.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Drew Pinsky: addiction medicine specialist, host of Loveline and Celebrity Rehab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart, funny, attractive...Dr. Drew almost makes me want to become a drug addict just so I can have him take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I have less love for my beloved Stephen Colbert? Of course not! There's room in my heart for both of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fangirl sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-1178527724703322314?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/1178527724703322314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=1178527724703322314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1178527724703322314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/1178527724703322314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-stuff.html' title='Monday stuff'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212088984798324351.post-7109299532386807727</id><published>2008-11-22T10:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:15:15.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One word answers</title><content type='html'>Got this from &lt;a href="http://alainareadman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alaina&lt;/a&gt;. Give one word answers only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Where is your cell phone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Your significant other?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Your hair?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Your mother?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Your father?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Your favorite thing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Your dream last night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Your favorite drink?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Your dream/goal?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. The room you're in?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Your fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Where were you last night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. What you're not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Muffins?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. One of your wish list items?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Where you grew up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. The last thing you did?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. What are you wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Your TV?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Your pet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-existent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Your computer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. Your mood?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Missing someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. Your car?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. Something you're not wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Favorite Store?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. Your summer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Your favorite color?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. When is the last time you laughed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Last time you cried?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212088984798324351-7109299532386807727?l=witchypoo71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/feeds/7109299532386807727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212088984798324351&amp;postID=7109299532386807727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7109299532386807727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212088984798324351/posts/default/7109299532386807727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchypoo71.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-word-answers.html' title='One word answers'/><author><name>Cherlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17444789984737988038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFXLfHr0dsc/SROGeLkyX2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p9uIErPTMMs/S220/Pentacle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
