<?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-6607045189591584392</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:23:09.477-06:00</updated><category term='chelsea&apos;s job interview'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='birthday list'/><category term='disturbia'/><category term='bye bye'/><category term='museum free day'/><category term='whataburger'/><category term='77019'/><category term='hot fuzz'/><category term='bad day'/><category term='cactus king'/><category term='one way street'/><category term='recycled clothes'/><category term='ben'/><category term='randalls'/><category term='2nd anniversary'/><category term='rant'/><category term='nerf guns'/><category term='things I hate hate hate'/><category term='fire ants'/><category term='packages'/><category term='window washer'/><category term='sonic'/><category term='catchup'/><category term='sunday'/><category term='homeless problem'/><category term='hurricane'/><category term='mosquitoes'/><category term='paycheck held'/><category term='scifi channel'/><category term='venus hair'/><category term='politics'/><category term='krispy kreme'/><category term='homeless guy'/><category term='target'/><category term='marco-polo kitty style'/><category term='Galleria Mall'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='myth game'/><category term='sharon'/><category term='rain'/><category term='weird lights in the south'/><category term='fire'/><category term='blah'/><category term='Georgie the window washing bum'/><category term='biddy'/><category term='saturday'/><category term='chelsea&apos;s first solo TX drive'/><category term='westheimer'/><category term='drunk midget'/><category term='damn stove'/><category term='300'/><category term='meetings'/><category term='birdies'/><category term='possum'/><category term='Mondays'/><title type='text'>365 in 77019</title><subtitle type='html'>365 days in Houston Texas - One Yankee's tale of heat, humidity, and being out of her element.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-4752008457287689806</id><published>2008-02-03T19:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:29:33.373-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bye bye'/><title type='text'>You know I'm no longer there, right?</title><content type='html'>I've had a few inquiries... so quick note. I got dragged back to NH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm wicked happy to go from bright, shiny Houston to freeze-my-ass-off NH. Can I say that I've actually had dreams about being back there? I simply loved Houston. I loved the shopping.. the warmth.. the palm trees... *sigh* pretty much all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate the cold  here, the lack of glamor (Which is ever present in Houston - other than bums.. they weren't all that glam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I'm keeping this for posterity. Thanks for reading ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-4752008457287689806?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/4752008457287689806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=4752008457287689806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/4752008457287689806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/4752008457287689806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-know-im-no-longer-there-right.html' title='You know I&apos;m no longer there, right?'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-4722386883652146725</id><published>2007-08-18T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:24:28.279-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire ants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museum free day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cactus king'/><title type='text'>332 - 331 - work, fun and fire ants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rse9Zf20DwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/M-sQM8MJ9cM/s1600-h/hothumid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rse9Zf20DwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/M-sQM8MJ9cM/s320/hothumid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100253348766158594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was rather uneventful. I got a lot of work done, met a nice girl on break. I talked to her about the storms the day before. I told her I had been totally freaked out, she said Ohh... just wait til we have a real hurricane! (seems like I don't have long to wait)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were storms today too. Not like the Tropical storm from yesterday, but some interesting ones. The storm blew in and then blew out... then another one. Watching them come and go from so far up high was really neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rse-G_20D0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rFfdvAXSloM/s1600-h/DSCI0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rse-G_20D0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rFfdvAXSloM/s200/DSCI0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100254130450206530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rse91v20DyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MPAYTG_BiEI/s1600-h/DSCI0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rse91v20DyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MPAYTG_BiEI/s200/DSCI0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100253834097463074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rse99v20DzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/N8oxiaAthew/s1600-h/DSCI0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rse99v20DzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/N8oxiaAthew/s200/DSCI0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100253971536416562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RsfBxf20D7I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Pj5LbFtbwuM/s1600-h/DSCI0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RsfBxf20D7I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Pj5LbFtbwuM/s200/DSCI0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100258159129530290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the tunnels to go to the bank. No problem with that at all. Made it there and back and didn't take one wrong turn. It's nice to go down there to get places in the city. I like walking topside - the city is so clean and pretty... but there are the homeless, and as I've said before, they irk me. Down in the tunnels there are no homeless. Apparently they're not allowed in. I've been down there quite a few times and never seen any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the evening was uneventful. Didn't go out, just lazed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh we had fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rse-7v20D2I/AAAAAAAAAJg/x14AkZGAoj0/s1600-h/DSCI0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rse-7v20D2I/AAAAAAAAAJg/x14AkZGAoj0/s320/DSCI0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100255036688306018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We left the house a bit early (not early for me, early for the two sleeper-inners), stopped and got water, and went off to the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Museum of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natural Science.&lt;/span&gt; Today was Museum Free Day. A bunch of the museums participate in it. You go, it's free, and the Metro system has free shuttles between them. Way cool! Of course, about 50 billion other peeps think so too. So we went to the Nat. Hist. Museum, which was fun. We saw the dinosaurs and the gem exhibit... it was neat. Even more neat was that that museum is on the edge of Hermann park. SO pretty. Texas knows how to do parks, just let me say that. Fountains, all sorts of neat stuff, a cute little train that take s people around, and a Japanese tea garden. We walked over after seeing the museum (Slowly since as I've said before, Houston is about 22 inches away from the sun - 98 deg, 89% humidity. ugh) We walked around in the tea garden and really had a nice time. Pictures below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rse_J_20D3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/v3tkl7i-XLU/s1600-h/DSCI0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rse_J_20D3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/v3tkl7i-XLU/s200/DSCI0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100255281501441906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RsfB8f20D8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1v2bzz2cVGY/s1600-h/DSCI0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RsfB8f20D8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1v2bzz2cVGY/s200/DSCI0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100258348108091330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rse_ef20D4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/1195mvXomnY/s1600-h/DSCI0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rse_ef20D4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/1195mvXomnY/s200/DSCI0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100255633688760194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RsfAFv20D5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OOsreX3pY1o/s1600-h/DSCI0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RsfAFv20D5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OOsreX3pY1o/s200/DSCI0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100256307998625682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all tired and super hot, and pretty hungry after that, so we went to the West Gray Cafe and had a late breakfast. After that we went off to hunt down some plants and supplies for a watergarden I'm planning. Then home for awhile to cool off and relax. Chels still wanted to check Home Depot for some plants for her little container garden she's planning... and I had seen some place called "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cactus King&lt;/span&gt;" that I had said I wanted to go see ... it looked kitchy and obnoxious, and plus, I like cacti... so off we went.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RsfAav20D6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/GBXS5IodHxY/s1600-h/DSCI0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RsfAav20D6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/GBXS5IodHxY/s320/DSCI0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100256668775878562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cactus King really was cool - we were the only ones there except one kinda sketchy scary guy who I think owned the place. We wandered around and I was liking it until we hit the last green house. Some of you will totally understand this... If The House of 1000 Corpses had a green house... this is what it would look like. I walked in and instantly thought, "Yup... we're about to get fucking axed and ground into plant food". I said to Chels... "Umm.. do you feel like you just walked into a Rob Zombie movie?" She said "Heh. Yeah. I like it, but it's creepy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were neat art projects everywhere around the entire place, but in here there were ones with mannequin pieces/body parts all over in this green house. It was pretty delapatated, falling apart, pieces of wire and rope holding it together, twisty and turny a bit, leaking... so dripping here and there. A video camera duct taped in the corner. It was freakin creepy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get axed. I did get attacked by red freakin' ants. Have you been bitten? Friggin' hurts!! It felt like my foot suddenly caught fire. I looked down and had 5 or 6 on me, between my toes and on top of my toes. Course, I freaked, knocked them all off and was like "we're out of here"... then unfortunately stuck my damn foot back into my flip flop to take off, and guess what.. still a couple there. arrrg!!! So that hurt like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left there and went to Home Depot. I got a couple of adorable plants. Yay :) Then we went to Walmart because apparently Texas doesn't sell herb plants or seeds.. wtf? Anyway, Walmart (or at least this one) was about the skankiest place I've been to. I mean, skankier than normal (All Walmarts are skanky and filled to the rim with the worlds shuffling, moaning, unwashed masses) I was actually fairly certain that I was going to die. Me, Chels and maybe three other people were english speaking. The rest werent', and they weren't looking too friendly. Anyway... went out to the nursery there to look at their plants. Looked down and realized that there were a gazillion of them damn ants in there. So I took off quick, expecially since my foot was still throbbing horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Randall's on the way home, grabbed a movie and some dinner, and came home. I took a VERY long shower. Bugs freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we're happy and hanging out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-4722386883652146725?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/4722386883652146725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=4722386883652146725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/4722386883652146725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/4722386883652146725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/08/332-331-work-fun-and-fire-ants.html' title='332 - 331 - work, fun and fire ants'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rse9Zf20DwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/M-sQM8MJ9cM/s72-c/hothumid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-7854326284339614292</id><published>2007-08-16T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:23:29.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurricane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chelsea&apos;s job interview'/><title type='text'>335 - 334 - 333 - heat rain BOOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RsUQ5_20DuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k_mPrbIKsMU/s1600-h/8.16.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RsUQ5_20DuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k_mPrbIKsMU/s320/8.16.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099500741646880482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I ended up staying home and working. Wasn't feeling perfect, and really, for some reason the idea of going into the Tower was just too much for me. I barely had anything to do since I'm waiting on a gazillion other people who seem to have no intention of getting me stuff, so screw it. I didn't want to go. I stayed home and worked and was Oh so much happier for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another Nerf gun fight :) Played with the kitties. Poked at the family. Went to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an OK day. Work dragged (shock) I whined at Kelly for quite awhile. I have no one to speak to during the day so I figured, meh.. may as well talk at Kelly for awhile. I went down into the tunnels to go to the bank (because it was 75bazillion degrees out) and got lost. heh. I didn't really mean to get lost, I meant to go straight to the bank and back. But I went straight instead of taking the last turn by mistake, ended up waay far away from where I wanted to go. So I had to go topside to find the building. I believe I melted a tad since I live about 22 inches away from the face of the sun. I did find the bank, and walked back via tunnels fine. I realized when I left the bank that had I made the right turn, I would have been there about 15 minutes before I made it there taking the wrong turn. heh. But still. Made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home early to take Chels to a job interview at Buffalo Exchange. She did great! She got a second interview on Thursday :) Sooo cool. She kicks ass, yeah she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had sort of a fend for yourself night. I didn't feel like making a dinner, so we all picked what we wanted and ate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Nerf gun fight tonight. Just hung out and watched CSI (per usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at like 5 when the loudest clap of thunder ever burst into the house. I woke up and watched the news and they said "Tropical Storm Evan" was going to hit the coast of TX. They were showing a lot of Galveston. Galveston is pretty close, so I knew we'd get some. I got ready and went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being 44 floors up in a tropical storm is sort of like having seats in the dugout for a baseball game. Sure, you get to see everything, but there are bats and balls and sweaty players flying all over and you're not quite sure you're safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RsURI_20DvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LvMt3dLbE6o/s1600-h/weather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RsURI_20DvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LvMt3dLbE6o/s320/weather.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099500999344918258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first it was simply dark and driving rain. Then the thunder came. It was HUGE. I ended up calling the mothership and putting them on speaker phone so they could hear how loud it was. One of the peeps thought I was making the noise myself. SO loud! I hung up for awhile and we were IM'ing, looking at photos on the weather channel website of the storm. I said "Look... see the biggest baddest part? Thats me!" It was right on top of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was the loudest it could get, but it got far louder. I was sitting there looking out my huge bank of windows and saw black coming. It was kind of surreal. I instantly thought of the book "The Fog". Something dark and evil being in the fog and coming to swallow me up. It got closer and closer... finally everything was black outside those windows. But there was lightening in that black. It would flash and light up the cloud, although that cloud was so dense that it really never penetrated the entire thing. that's when it was the loudest. The shades in the windows would rattle and car alarms were going off all around in the various parking garages that surround the tower like a moat. So many sirens going off all over too. Loud loud loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds lifted a bit and I saw a bolt of lightening hit the building next to me. (where the crazy windshield washers usually are) I believe it only hit a lightening rod, though. I watched and there wasn't any smoke or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called back to the mothership again... wanted to tell them and to let them hear the thunder which was still so loud. We were looking at some of the various reports online and saw that there were flash flood warnings. The more I saw the more I decided that heading home was a good idea. All the streets they were saying were nearby. 8 blocks... 5 blocks... too close. The warnings were saying "stay away from downtown"... well pfft. I'm already near it, may as well go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down the elevator and one of the guys on it said that he was headed home. I said I was "Crying Yankee" and getting out. I said "it's flooding out there" he said "yeah, good to leave now before the power goes out." I said "Ugh.. being here in the dark wouldn't be much fun" he said "Walking down 44 flights in the dark with 1000 other people wouldnt be much fun either" ew.. hadn't thought of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the car... I had parked in the expensive lot so I could use the tunnel rather than hoofing it in the rain. When I was leaving there was a woman at the booth (cute little old black woman) I said "How're you today?" she said "Oh I'm blessed, child, blessed". I said "Well me too". She said "This is true, this is true, aint we all?" She handed me my change and said "Now you turn left to go home, you hear? It's bad out. Flooding every where. You be careful going home".  I asked her to do the same. Sweet little lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets weren't that frightening. Not as scary as it was way up high. There were a few flooded streets and such, but the ride home was easy. I got home and worked for awhile, listening to the rain on my skylight and the thunder. I watched a bit of news... tons of flooding. Cars under water and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's my "wtf are these idiots thinking?" rant. Doods... when faced with 2 - 3 feet of water in the road: stop your freakin' car. Now... when faced with 2 - 3 feet of water in the road AND you see huge assed SUV's and trucks stalled out in there? DO NOT drive your old as crap Cavalier into the same water. Do you honestly think your little crap box is going to make it when the big new SUV didn't? Moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Anyway. Chelsea's interview went well. We should hear something next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the grocery store and I decided to park underneath so we wouldn't get rained on. Duh. kinda flooded down there. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chance to talk to my brother tonight. That was nice. He's a smart guy. Made me feel a bit better about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made dinner and now Chels and Ray and I are watching "The Fountain". So far I don't suggest you seeing it. It's kind of a drug trip mixed with alot of sad shit. Pretty movie, really. Kind of interesting. Not sure if I hate it or like it. meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw... We have a Hurricane scheduled for next Tuesday. Weeee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-7854326284339614292?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/7854326284339614292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=7854326284339614292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/7854326284339614292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/7854326284339614292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/08/335-334-333-heat-rain-boom.html' title='335 - 334 - 333 - heat rain BOOM!'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RsUQ5_20DuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k_mPrbIKsMU/s72-c/8.16.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-998975338335300408</id><published>2007-08-13T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:23:21.536-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marco-polo kitty style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerf guns'/><title type='text'>336 - Happy Anniversary To me! (and Ray, and Chels)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RsHSut6-dmI/AAAAAAAAAII/PeafQiqWl4Q/s1600-h/8.13.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RsHSut6-dmI/AAAAAAAAAII/PeafQiqWl4Q/s320/8.13.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098587953202886242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today is our family's second anniversary :)&lt;/span&gt; Two years ago today Ray and I got married, and Chelsea got a new step daddy. We all stood up while we got married, because it was our feeling that we all were being joined, so she should be part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between anniversaries now, as opposed to my first marriage is amazing. Before, it was a marking of time... almost a "Sweet dear lord I did this another year? Wtf is wrong with me". Now it's a celebration. A Yay! Only two years! We have SOO many more of them! It's like our relationships birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I worked, came home early to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Ray &lt;a href="http://www.hasbro.com/nerf/default.cfm?page=viewproduct&amp;product_id=15953"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nerf Guns&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; (two of them) and some ammo. Ok. Guns for an anniversary? Yeah. What a blast! Chels and I ended up going out to get her one too so we could all blast away at each other. This house is perfect for Nerf Gun fights. We had two major skirmishes, no winner really (although I think I'm the winner because I was smart enough to start hoarding all the 'bullets' so the other two were almost ammo-less... all's fair!) We did fun things like shoot them up to the top level of the house, get them stuck, have them fall down and scare the cat. (way fun) I shot a few at the ceiling fan... ended up getting two stuck. We all shot at the fan trying to knock down the stuck ones. Got 4 more stuck. heh. I went and got the huge telescopic pole light changer thingy and knocked them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Roxie cat got lost today. (She does often) She was upstairs crying. She would meow, I'd yell "polo!", then she would meow, and I'd yell "polo!"..... it was quite obvious to the trained Cat person she was playing marco-polo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My husband, the greatest man ever to walk this earth&lt;/span&gt;, bought me an incredibly beautiful silver cuff bracelet. SOOO pretty! It's shiny and pretty and I LOVE it. :) Here's a pretty pretty picture;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://zales.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pZALE1-2299203t240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 245px;" src="http://zales.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pZALE1-2299203t240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Chels and I went to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Salvation army&lt;/span&gt;. We always went to the one in Nashua, so we were kind of itching to go to the one here to see what it offered. It was actually very nice inside (unlike the one in NH) I bought the nicest bag, Chels got some funky stuff. All was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another huge Nerf blowout when I got home. Way fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went off to the Firkin and Phoenix for dinner. SO yummy! We had fun. They had a special up on the board called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nutless Turtle Cheesecake".&lt;/span&gt; Of course, we had to ask the waiter how they found all the nutless turtles, and if the process of pulling their little legs apart to check their 'nuts' was difficult. The waiter was great and answered back that they get them from the vets down the street... they just have them neutered before delivery. Far easier than checking. *snicker* Also, prodded by my OH so terrible family, one certain blogger sneakily removed the P from the board. The board said "Pass it Around!" That's not what it said when we left &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home, watched some cool Japanese game show on G4 (Women Ninja Challenge) and had some Champagne. I always buy us the Champagne we had on our honeymoon. It's my favorite. It (of course) gives me a headache and makes me tired, but it's worth it. I let the kidlett have some as well, since our Anniversary is her celebration too. We all sat on the couch discussing how lucky we are and how happy we are with our little homemade family and then turned in for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was a really good day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-998975338335300408?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/998975338335300408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=998975338335300408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/998975338335300408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/998975338335300408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/08/336-happy-anniversary-to-me-and-ray-and.html' title='336 - Happy Anniversary To me! (and Ray, and Chels)'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RsHSut6-dmI/AAAAAAAAAII/PeafQiqWl4Q/s72-c/8.13.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-6977852861512550183</id><published>2007-08-12T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:23:11.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whataburger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>339 - 338 - 337 - A brief overview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rr_V-N6-djI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qOtfs3emVno/s1600-h/8.12.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rr_V-N6-djI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qOtfs3emVno/s320/8.12.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098028568072320562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't terrible, got work done, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH... I did get to see something neat. I'm 44 floors up, and I watched a huge bright yellow butterfly flit by my windows. I thought that was amusing for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we went to Felix's restaurant. Mexican. Good! Been around for ages and ages. We liked it a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I did some cleaning, Chels and I went to Ikea to get her a desk, I got my haircut pretty short (wicked cute, I'll take a picture, Ray isn't too keen on it really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Venus Hair, Ohmygosh what a cool place! Chels and I hadn't explored "The Heights" yet so going out there was just the coolest thing. Tons of huuuge old trees and big brightly painted victorians. It was just very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening Ray and Chels and I went to "Whataburger". Its like McDonalds or Burgerking, but different.. different meaning Holy CRAP what a good hamburger!! These burgers (and fries) totally blew away any other fast food restaurants. The fries remind me of McDonalds fries before they started to taste like ass. SOO yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was normal, did a lot of cleaning. Wanted to get the woodwork and such done, which I did. Watered the garden, was baffled at the heat. 99, but the heat index was 110 and over. Holy crap! Hot hot hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray and Chels went out to go to the mall to get me an anniversary gift. Apparently they got lost, so it took them hours n hours. Chels and I went back to the mall so I could get something for Ray, but we got there at like 6:50pm, and apparently the mall closes at 7pm. grr. So off to Target. I found something fun for him there :) Tonight we are CSI'ing (as usual) and eating pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok... pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rr_P0N6-ddI/AAAAAAAAAHA/SiFHnxfEZaQ/s1600-h/DSCI0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rr_P0N6-ddI/AAAAAAAAAHA/SiFHnxfEZaQ/s320/DSCI0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098021799203861970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I have ciggies at the tower &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rr_QJd6-deI/AAAAAAAAAHI/a1HZH8gwlqY/s1600-h/DSCI0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rr_QJd6-deI/AAAAAAAAAHI/a1HZH8gwlqY/s320/DSCI0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098022164276082146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Whataburger&lt;/span&gt; (finally, truth in advertising!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rr_Q7d6-dgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PVPJ3FOrBuw/s1600-h/DSCI0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rr_Q7d6-dgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PVPJ3FOrBuw/s320/DSCI0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098023023269541378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pussy for Dinner!&lt;/span&gt; *snickersnort* Ray and I were out having a cig, I looked  in and there's Roxie, hanging out in my pasta dish. heh. She's a goober.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rr_TyN6-diI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O9ZZGPNh6UU/s1600-h/DSCI0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rr_TyN6-diI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O9ZZGPNh6UU/s320/DSCI0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098026162890634786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And finally&lt;/span&gt;; Chelsea bein' cute :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-6977852861512550183?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/6977852861512550183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=6977852861512550183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/6977852861512550183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/6977852861512550183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/08/339-338-337-brief-overview.html' title='339 - 338 - 337 - A brief overview'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rr_V-N6-djI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qOtfs3emVno/s72-c/8.12.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-1539543746716307196</id><published>2007-08-09T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:23:04.036-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I hate hate hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myth game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday list'/><title type='text'>340 - The week is almost over... almost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rrvci96-dcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LX41xIxOIfg/s1600-h/8.09.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rrvci96-dcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LX41xIxOIfg/s320/8.09.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096909896595436994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First off, my birthday is coming. &lt;/span&gt;Someone &lt;a href="http://www.verdier.ca/" target="_blank"&gt;buy me this&lt;/a&gt; or I'll simply die. I'll die I say! Ok... maybe not that. But Fam, look at my &lt;a href="http://www.kaboodle.com/nefarious_cupcake/gift-ideas-to-buy-me-me-me" target="_blank"&gt;Kaboodle (gifts for me list) &lt;/a&gt; for the stuff I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, work is completely sucking the life outta me. But that's normal, so really why discuss that, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, I onto more pleasant things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on an email list for a client, and these peeps were talking amoungst themselves (because apparently they forgot I'm on there) about how our seo stuff. One of the guys was all freaked about us putting links to one site from their individual sites. He was all exclaimation pointy and such... So, since I have a good relationship with the main contact over there, and I happen to know this guy is a super smart ass, I emailed one of the nutty quotes from the freakin' out guy with a note after saying "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A bit dramatic? OH NOOO We're DOOOmed! Doooomed I say!!! Soylent green is people.... soylent green is PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a note back quoting some scifi writer, and off we went into the land of geekdome. Anyway.. it was fun, and I got him laughing and agreeing that too many chefs in a website spoil the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was peeking at CraigsList at jewelry. I saw the heading for a ring that sounded super pretty and cheap, so I clicked. The ring is soo pretty. The price is soo good. They're nearby. I decided against it though. Know why? I'm a shallow bitch, that's why. I won't buy it because the womans' hand and nails in the picture were nasty. Not dirty, just not well cared for. So I don't want to wear a ring that some person who doesn't care for herself would wear. I thought about it after and realized I'm just not nice most of the time. But seriously.. ladies... don't take a picture of you wearing a ring with your nails undone and your hands all wrinkley. If you have wrinkly hands, put the damn ring on the table and take a picture of it. Don't put it on your nasty hands. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since I'm on the subject of things I hate... &lt;/span&gt;here are a few things never to do (especially if you come to my house) because I swear I'll mock you publically as well as slap the dickin's out of you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do Not&lt;/span&gt; put your feet on my table. It's nasty, don't do it. Seriously it makes me gag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I'm in the bathroom, do not holler at the door. It's just ignorant. Unless the house is on fire or you're head is falling off, or there's a midget at the door for me to mock, wait til I'm out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not eat food off my plate. I swear to God I'll stab your freakin' hand with my fork.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not yell. My house echos and I swear we all have good hearing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... meh... the list is so damn long I can't even type them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was HOT hot hot today. The weather I put up doesn't tell it like it is... the heat index was like 101. So maybe it just got to 95, but it felt 101. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went out to grab Burger King. We hadn't had that in along time so it sounded like a good idea. I made it there ok. Made it back ok. Took a few one way streets (I do that quite a bit, not as much as I blow through stop lights, but I do it. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Myth game. Eh. It was ok. Lucy was SOoo funny. There are little chips that go with the game and for some reason she didn't want us to touch them. We would reach for oneand she would slap us (she never uses claws) she was like a little wee dragon guarding gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here's a picture of Lucy guarding her chips. )&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rrvbct6-daI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yhH0aJGG6kA/s1600-h/DSCI0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rrvbct6-daI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yhH0aJGG6kA/s320/DSCI0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096908689709626786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH... and you should see the hot car that's parked outside my garage (in the alley). This thing is gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chels took a bunch of pictures of this for her dad, but I thought I'd pop one in here too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rrvb396-dbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/T2H5o7YL3mI/s1600-h/DSCI0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rrvb396-dbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/T2H5o7YL3mI/s320/DSCI0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096909157861062066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-1539543746716307196?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/1539543746716307196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=1539543746716307196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/1539543746716307196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/1539543746716307196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/08/340-week-is-almost-over-almost.html' title='340 - The week is almost over... almost...'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rrvci96-dcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LX41xIxOIfg/s72-c/8.09.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-8815306358958234397</id><published>2007-08-08T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:22:49.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>340 - Customer Service Tards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrpvtN6-dZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/awKkeJ18gcg/s1600-h/8.08.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrpvtN6-dZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/awKkeJ18gcg/s320/8.08.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096508750944957842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Not amazing, but I seem to be pulling out of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt; mood. (Not totally - so watch it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and did the usual, nothing major. Got to work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I'm starting to think that I really would like to have a dress down day at work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. People 'dress down' on Fridays... Jeans, but dressed to the nines other than that. I so want a day to walk in with flip flops and a tee shirt. (and a skirt or something... not just flip flops and a shirt. that would be way too dressed down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I had changed my insurance to my new address today. I had to do that so I can register my car here so I can get a license (seems backwards, hm??) Anyway, I got the quote for the change, which was 300 bucks less than what I was paying. I said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!" and accepted the quote. SO.. then I check the payment schedule and it shows that it's $30.00 more per month :/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;? So I call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Geico&lt;/span&gt; and ask what's going on. Apparently if you're in NH you have a year policy, which lowers your monthly payment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. If you're in Texas, its only a 6 month policy. So my way lower quote isn't way lower, it's  only for 6 months. *sigh* Oh well. I got a good policy. Tossed in the extra for car rental and such. Now I have to find out if I can claim my windshield or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone at work wanna do me a favor and make sure that someone, anyone, keeps me in the loop as to what's going on? No one tells me anything. Drives me mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tigerdirect&lt;/span&gt;, the place I had put an order in for a Parallel to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;USB&lt;/span&gt; cable for the printer in the tower (which is antiquated and doesn't hook up to my laptop) it says "the address you gave us doesn't match the address on your billing statement, the order will not be placed until you clear this up" well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;damnit&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mothership&lt;/span&gt; changed the billing info on my credit card and didn't bother telling me (Holy Shocking! not. ) So I tell them the new company address. Then I say, it's either that or my bosses home address. Is it this .....? The guy says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Alanto&lt;/span&gt;, the Customer Service &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tard&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;"Haw come you don &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kno&lt;/span&gt; yo' billing address, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Me]&lt;/span&gt; I said "It's my company card, if they changed the address it's because they moved. So I wouldn't know what billing address they chose. So it's either..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The fucker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;interrupts&lt;/span&gt; me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tard&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;"What you talk about, eh?! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Me]&lt;/span&gt; "The card is a company card.. the address could be changed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Tard&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;"Oh ya? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Howd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; address change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wi'out&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;knowin&lt;/span&gt;'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Me]&lt;/span&gt;"It's my company card. I don't personally pay the card"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Tard&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;"you said it's YOUR card. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;' its not YOUR CARD now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Me]&lt;/span&gt;"I'm saying it's MY COMPANY CARD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Tard&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;"I don't understand".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Me]&lt;/span&gt; "You know, I no longer want the cable. Do you have someone there with prior customer service training that I can talk to to ensure my order gets cancelled?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Tard&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;"What you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt;' to say, eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Me]&lt;/span&gt; "I'm saying, you knuckle-dragging-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;troglodyte&lt;/span&gt;, give me to your manager."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Tard&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;"*SIGH* Hold on. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get on the phone with the manager (Randy.... you know this is going to be an exercise in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;dork&lt;/span&gt; theater) and tell him I need my order cancelled. He says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Randy] &lt;/span&gt;"Well you don't technically have an order. Can you verify your credit card information? We can't process the order without it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Me]&lt;/span&gt; "No? Not at all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Randy] &lt;/span&gt;"Nope. Can't charge this card without the correct information."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Me]&lt;/span&gt;  "Good. Cancel the order. You're not getting that information."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Randy] &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Me]&lt;/span&gt; "Yup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Randy] &lt;/span&gt;"I guess I'll cancel the order"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Me]&lt;/span&gt; "Thanks Skippy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take off across the street and buy a cable at Radio Shack. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt; excited! I have so much crap to print.  I pay a ton more than I would have at tiger, but the guy spoke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, so there's a plus. I get back and try and connect it... no go. Doesn't fit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check online and find that tons of people have written about how you can't use one of those cables with the printer we have. I check HP and find that you have to use a wireless printer thingy to be able to use a computer with no parallel port. DOUBLE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I emailed Ben asking him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; a $40.00 printer purchase. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;. As if I'll ever get an answer back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;IM'd&lt;/span&gt; with D today (props Boo!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;IM'd&lt;/span&gt; with my daughters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;fellah&lt;/span&gt; for a few (Sup' DJ Jazzy James!) He went on a job interview today so I wanted to see how it went. He said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[James]&lt;/span&gt;"I'm just waiting for them to get the drug test back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[me]&lt;/span&gt;"Uh oh! They'll find out you eat kittens!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[James]&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; - Here comes the fuzz!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[me]&lt;/span&gt;"Well.. if you're eating kittens the fuzz will come... although out of which end I don't know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Freakin&lt;/span&gt; out the daughters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;fellah&lt;/span&gt;!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my brother. He had kidney surgery and is home for a few weeks. I thought I'd call and see how he's doing. Its odd that after years and years I still miss my big brother. Anyway... I found out that he makes fun of midgets too. Thank god. A family trait I can be proud of!! I told him my wish to someday have a tiny midget walk around with a flat cake plate strapped to their head and yummy birthday cake on top. A cake serving midget. *sigh* It will be mine.. Oh yes... it will be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove home, we ate burgers, and now we're about to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Disturbia&lt;/span&gt;. :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interesting Houston observation&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' vast! Because of that, the buildings/blocks/downtown is so different from say, NY or Boston - Buildings have huge areas around them. Big garden area, fancy impressive entry ways with fountains and such. In other cities I've been in every spare inch is utilized for buildings or parking lots. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;sidewalks&lt;/span&gt; are skimpy, the streets are narrow, you feel closed in. But in Houston there is plenty of room to spread out. So the streets are pretty wide, the sidewalks are too. OH... and the streets are laid out in a grid. Not like Boston's weird twisty roads. Grids. With lights perfectly timed. My brother said today that he'd been to Houston and thought it was odd. "Seems fake". It does seem fake. I like it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-8815306358958234397?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/8815306358958234397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=8815306358958234397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/8815306358958234397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/8815306358958234397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/08/340-customer-service-tards.html' title='340 - Customer Service Tards'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrpvtN6-dZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/awKkeJ18gcg/s72-c/8.08.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-7304260943586593935</id><published>2007-08-07T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:21:58.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one way street'/><title type='text'>341 - Toooosday at the tower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rrm2bt6-dYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_uOOFTcMIbQ/s1600-h/8.07.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rrm2bt6-dYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_uOOFTcMIbQ/s320/8.07.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096305040646108546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was a wee bit warm.&lt;/span&gt; Ohmygod it was hot! The nice thing about working in the Tower is that it's kept so cold (presumably to keep the high number of walking dead from smelling too much) that I'm totally frozen by the end of the day. So when I pick up my stuff for the long trek back to my car, I'm numb. I don't even really feel the heat until I'm almost to my car. My toes are typically still frozen, and when I reach in my purse to grab my keys it's like a little ice box. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel badly for the homeless when it's this hot, though. Apparently they've opened "Cooling Stations" for them. Which I assume is a lot like "Nashua's Air quality Days" where the bus is air conditioned and free to ride all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning at home cleaning. I was PMSing so I needed something to do rather than wake up the family and yell at them. Went to the Tower and did a few useful things. Spent a few hours wishing I wasn't working. Went and had a talk with WebGirl. That woman is the most negative person ever. I knew she had gone away for the weekend, so I asked how her weekend was (I'm f*ckin' polite, ok!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;How was your weekend? Did you have fun?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WG: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, it was great. Well... other than the hotel....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Oh really? Was it a bad hotel? (Knowing I'm about to get a long drawl-ey whine)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WG:&lt;/span&gt; Well... I got a really good deal on a hotel and jumped on it. We were at Lake Tyler. Anyway, I went and although the Hotel was gorgeous and the service was great, they DIDN'T have a a pool! Can you imagine!? No Pool, No Restaurant!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Wow. Umm. Could you swim in the lake? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm thinking, wtf you moron, you stayed at a hotel on a lake... go outside and get in the lake!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WG: &lt;/span&gt;Noooo... I won't swim in that water!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now obviously I wasn't going to ask the water retaining seacow WHY she would go to the lake if she had no intention of swimming in it.... but.... whatever.  Maybe she's worried her bleach job will turn colors or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to Houston Center for lunch (Houston Center is a kind of crappy mall that's really only open because it's got a huge food court) Came back, wished for death for awhile longer, emailed asking for a few things from WG and another worker there. Stared out the window..... you seeing a pattern here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up coming home at 5:30. I made dinner and pretty much hung out. I sent my daughter out to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Disturbia"&lt;/span&gt;, but she left so darn late that I couldn't watch it *grr!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO funny - I send the kid out, she decides she's going to try Target again. She pulls out of our driveway and I'm up on the balcony with Ray yelling at her... I'm waving my arms and yelling "Chelsea No!!" Does she notice? No, she's 17. She wouldn't notice if her head was on fire. She pulled out onto our one way street heading the wrong way. *eyeroll* I'm seeing visions of my poor one headlighted car smashed up and my kid (un-hurt of course) telling me "I didn't knooow" (she has an excuse for everything that kid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a bath . First time taking one in my enourmous bathtub. Ohmygod how great was that. The thing fills up to your neck practically. Its  a big soaking tub that's soo comfy. That was way fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... back to the Tower tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(someone kill me please)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-7304260943586593935?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/7304260943586593935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=7304260943586593935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/7304260943586593935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/7304260943586593935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/08/341-toooosday-at-tower.html' title='341 - Toooosday at the tower'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rrm2bt6-dYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_uOOFTcMIbQ/s72-c/8.07.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-4292533466746270927</id><published>2007-08-07T06:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:21:26.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paycheck held'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><title type='text'>342 - Money Monday - NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rrhlcd6-dXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZfhUEaH03_s/s1600-h/hothumid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rrhlcd6-dXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZfhUEaH03_s/s320/hothumid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095934518112449906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[WARNING: PISSED OFF RANT ABOUT TO ENSUE] &lt;/span&gt;Please please please tell me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; why&lt;/span&gt; my boss will not do a freakin' direct deposit!? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt; I mean honestly, you can't go around talking about how 'we're an Internet company' and spouting about the latest technologies, then put a check in the mail, a check mind you, that WILL be held for 5-7 days because it's from NH. So I have to wait days for the damn thing to get here, then days for it to be useable?! Oh. Totally fanfuckin'tastic. *eyeroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet fried Mary on a stick!&lt;/span&gt; Why not just use a chunk of bedrock, a big bird to chisel the amount on it and run it over here using a car with your feet poked through the bottom. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt; I've asked... I've hinted... I've begged, but I'm in Texas, so basically it's 'screw off'. Doesn't matter that I have bills to pay, car payments, a freakin' windshield &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that I didn't break&lt;/span&gt; to fix, a kid and me who needs friggin' meds which cost an arm and a leg..... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wtf!&lt;/span&gt; I'm all for being a team player and all that, but at this point I'm just getting pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated with my job, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... aside from that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chels, Ray and I went out to cash checks (ha!) and grab a light bulb for my headlight. Stopped at Sonic (yay!) and came home. For some reason my Internet connection here is iffy. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. It was a doesn't last night (Hence the morning post). We tried putting the bulb in the headlight, and got it in there, but it still doesn't work. It seems that there's some other issue. So there's another bill. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chels had a tweaky freak out over me not letting her go to some goth club by herself. *eyeroll* Her argument? Stomping around and whining "I'm not a baby anymore!" Umm.. Ok. Well there's a valid argument. Especially since I had to clean her disgusting bathroom this morning. How can she be here one week and totally demolish two entire rooms? for fucks sake. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[END OF RANT: note: do NOT call me and try and 'talk' about this rant. No interest.  I rant here because I don't feel like talking about it. Lets leave it that way.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things settled down late last night and it actually ended up being fun. Chels and I played Othello (which I like alot, but hate playing with Ray the strategical genius), we played with the kitten, who's simply a goofball. And I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a rather unsatisfying day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Annoying Houston observation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston has the worst... THE worst... public transportation. The fact that I can live this close to work and not be able to hop a bus amazes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-4292533466746270927?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/4292533466746270927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=4292533466746270927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/4292533466746270927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/4292533466746270927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/08/342-money-monday-not.html' title='342 - Money Monday - NOT'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rrhlcd6-dXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZfhUEaH03_s/s72-c/hothumid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-681387730809243972</id><published>2007-08-05T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:21:18.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venus hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='krispy kreme'/><title type='text'>343 - Sunday Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RraKx96-dVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_M1_TC6RUig/s1600-h/8.05.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RraKx96-dVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_M1_TC6RUig/s320/8.05.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095412619456443730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apparently there are no longer any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; donut places in Houston. &lt;/span&gt;Nope. My entire reason for moving here has now been taken away. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wtf&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning, did my normal morning ritual - Feed kittens, make coffee, make waffles, eat waffles, drink coffee, check email, watched &lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com/hgtv/shows_gby" target="_blank"&gt;Gardening by the Yard&lt;/a&gt; with Paul James (I so love this guy. Total goofball, but a genuine goofball, which I always like), Did laundry, cleaned stuff (which I love too), then did some Net surfing and reorganized my '&lt;a href="http://www.kaboodle.com/nefarious_cupcake/gift-ideas-to-buy-me-me-me.html" target="_blank"&gt;birthday wish list&lt;/a&gt;' on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaboodle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chance to talk to Tony today. That was good. Sometimes I forget that I miss him. (I mean, really.. he's old and stinky and has the maturity of a 10 year old, why would I miss him!?) *snicker* Anyway... it was good to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt;, Ray and I had a ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;.... washcloth fight.&lt;/span&gt; Well see, I tossed a rolled up paper towel at Ray then went upstairs to get ready to go out, where I was struck with the brilliant idea of folding up a washcloth and putting an elastic around it. I hid at the top of the stairs and tossed it at Ray, who whipped it back at me, so I tossed it at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt;, who I think tried to toss it back. Anyway... it went downhill from there. Fun tho :) I do so like to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt; and I went out to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt;. We parked downtown and walked up and down the pretty area of Main Street. There are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt; many cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; down there.  Anyway... couldn't find it so we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt; to grab some some Advil n stuff, and while we were there I asked the clerk if she knew where a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; was. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; left Houston. We don't have any here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... so after we cried and pulled our hair out, we stopped at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;CoCo's&lt;/span&gt; Crepes &amp; Coffee and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ohmygoodness&lt;/span&gt; it was so good. I swear I'm gonna end up putting on weight instead of losing. (As a result I'm going to join Curves next week. There's one about 2 blocks away from my office. Of course, I probably will take issue with their teaching methods and all that since I had managed a few, but I'll get over it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also, found a cool place to get my hair done; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.venushairhouston.com/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Venus Hair Salon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;. Looks just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;TOoo&lt;/span&gt; cool. I want &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kaboodle.com/reviews/great-haircut" target="_blank"&gt;this haircut&lt;/a&gt; I think. Gonna go ask about that. Leave me a message if you think it's simply too ghastly for me to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I made Chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt;.. supper yummy. I forgot the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt; cheese, so I sent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt; out to get it. She made it there and back and didn't get lost :) I'm so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then we're just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;'. Gotta work tomorrow, so that means I have to put aside time to weep while curled up in the fetal position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Odd Texas Observation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' hot here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-681387730809243972?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/681387730809243972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=681387730809243972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/681387730809243972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/681387730809243972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/08/343-lazy-sunday-with-no-krispy-kreme.html' title='343 - Sunday Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RraKx96-dVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_M1_TC6RUig/s72-c/8.05.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-4803372379483259105</id><published>2007-08-04T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:21:00.387-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycled clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='westheimer'/><title type='text'>346 and 345 - fa la la</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrYIAt6-dRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EqjJ8KJhfT0/s1600-h/hothumid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrYIAt6-dRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EqjJ8KJhfT0/s320/hothumid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095268836836275474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. dont feel like posting much right now, but I found this and it's always been one of my favorite things ever! Had to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.venushairhouston.com/catherders.qt" target="_blank"&gt;Cat Herder Commercial!&lt;/a&gt; Yes, this is what working in e-business is really like. Well.. maybe cat herding is a wee bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday was kinda blah.&lt;/span&gt; I was really feeling ill most of the morning and decided it would be in everyones' best interest to stay home and work from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually got more done than I usually do if I work from home, and I believe more done than I do when I go into work. So it was a productive day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did take a nap around noon. Woke up feeling a lot better, although not 100%. Problem being that the meds I take aren't fillable here, so I'm out of medication. bleh. I'm sending home my prescriptions and having the ex fill them (it's for me and for Chels) and in the meantime we'll have to make due. I wish my darn check would come so I can send him the cash for it too.. it's gonna be another week or so without them, and unfortunately I want to lay there like a lump without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt lots better by the end of the day. Funny little thing; We were all sitting here w/our laptops. The TV was off since Ray and I were working and didn't want the distraction. It started to rain, and Ray and I know that when it rains it gets loud in here because of the enormous skylight in the living room. Chels didn't know that.. so I noticed her looking around like "what the heck is that". I pointed up (as she was sitting directly under the skylight) and she said "Oh.. Rug?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rug on the ceiling?! Well she thought the noise may have been the cat on the rug scratching it (which leads to a stern talking to for the cat). But Ray and I have had all sorts of fun with that. Pointing  up and saying in a tard like voice "Ruuug". hehe... amusing for us, but it's bugging the crap out of the kid. Oooh the joys of being a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sonic&lt;/span&gt;. Ohmygod it's so neat! Ok.. it's a fast food place, but you drive in and park and there's little ordering stations at all the parking spots. You order, they bring it out to you. SOO cool! I had been craving a corn dog (no, I have no freakin' clue why. Never had them until last October when Ray bought me one in Salem Mass, but damn they're yummy!) they have a gazillion different yummy drinks and shakes and slushes n stuff. Yumm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove from there into town to locate the library, which because we're uber-geeks, we need to know the location of at all times. Looks pretty good. It was closed, but we're going to go back and see about getting a card. Of course if you don't have a tx license, you have to pay $40.00 to get a card... so I'm not sure if we'll pay for the card then eventually get the licenses switched, or if we'll just wait for the switch before we get a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole license switching thing is a bit odd. I have to do it this month since my registration is due, but bleh. It's going to be super pricey. I'll deal with that next week I'm sure. I had allowed my insurance to lapse since re-upping would mean another 6 months with an insurance co. I'm not happy with. I didn't think it would be a problem, but apparently I can't get my car registered here w/out insurance (no surprise) and I can't get insurance here without a car registered IN Texas. SO... I have to go with my car and insurance in NH, change over the registration, then go to my insurance co and have them change my insurance to TX. Maybe. Could be I need to do it the other way around, but it seems damn near impossible to figure this out. I've called the DMV here about 15billion times, but apparently all DMVs are alike. You cant get the info you need without calling, but they don't actually answer the phone so you're kinda screwed. I swear I need to get a guide to help me with some of this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll have to figure out the inspection issues. My damn windshield that's gonna cost me upwards of $400 bucks, my damn headlight which is gonna cost me about $200. argh. I had no clue relocating was going to cost me an arm and a leg. Thank goodness the place is paid for or I'd be totally screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday was fun :) &lt;/span&gt;I went with the blog poll and Chels and I went to Westhiemer to hit all the cool retro/recycled clothing stores. Ohmygod so awesome! Within a one block radius theres 5 places to go. I was kind of lamenting the loss of The Garment District in Boston. That place is so great. Well here there are 5 of them (not quite as large, but very much like it) right next to each other. I ended up buying two pairs of THE coolest retro huge sunglasses. Love'em. Chels bought a few things as well. Unfortunately, as with alot of sunglasses, they make me seasick. argh. Everything makes me freakin' seasick! So both pairs are gonna have to go up on Craigslist. I'm SO sad about that :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we stopped at "The magic cauldron", which is a neat Pagan shop. We walked in and the funniest little guy was in there behind the counter. Utterly gay, totally adorable, and very quirky. Chelsea was wearing a skirt she had made that has the Virgin Mary on it. It always amuses me since the face is on the crotch and butt of the skirt. heh. Well the guy seemed to think that was hysterical. He was a constant mass of giggles and laughing. We actually had a fun time with him and Chels was really excited since he said he was looking for a seamstress to help with cloaks and such for the TX Ren Faire. She's going to bring him some samples of her work and see if she can hook up a job there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left there and came home. We were actually planning on hitting the trendy little crepe place nearby, but realized it was 5pm and maybe the Hubby would want food too. (damn demanding fella, isn't he?!) So we came home, grabbed the guy and went off to La Mexicana, a nice place on Westheimer. We sat out on their patio and had a great mexican dinner (Mexican, not TexMex which I'm finding simply does not agree with me). The food was great and came in HUGE portions. The outside patio was great. It's covered and surrounded by nice shrubs, so you don't feel like you're almost sitting in the street. We really loved the place. (The inside is, btw, very loud like we're finding most places are here. Odd, but it seems every restaurant we go to is super loud inside. Echo-ey almost.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home and hung out. Nothing major :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice day over all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-4803372379483259105?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/4803372379483259105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=4803372379483259105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/4803372379483259105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/4803372379483259105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/08/346-and-345-fa-la-la.html' title='346 and 345 - fa la la'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrYIAt6-dRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EqjJ8KJhfT0/s72-c/hothumid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-5282362816849985657</id><published>2007-08-02T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:19:24.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeless problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chelsea&apos;s first solo TX drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>347 - blablahblah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrKbPt6-dQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8zQgokwHihg/s1600-h/8.02.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrKbPt6-dQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8zQgokwHihg/s320/8.02.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094304822836753666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alrighty&lt;/span&gt;.. today wasn't too bad, really. &lt;/span&gt;The morning started out a bit wacky, but it ended up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing this morning I went and checked to see if Mr. Possums was still sitting out there on the nest. (Did I write about that last night? I can't recall... before bed last night I went out to see if the possum was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I know I wrote that he was, and that there wasn't a 'mommy' with him, but I can't recall if I said what I thought was another fuzzy animal was actually a birds nest that he was sitting in.) Anyway, the little guy must of got down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I checked around the bottom of the telephone wire and didn't see any little hurt possum... so I'm thinking he made it down alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it work, ended up in a few meetings. One was with the mother-ship. *sigh* It's not that I don't want to be involved with whats going on back home.. it's that.. well.. I'd like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' HEAR what's going on. I could only catch like every 3 or four sentences, so I lost most of what was going on. I'm sure that this was something I maybe should have heard most of... but I didn't. So I'll go off of what I did hear and hope it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it home in record time. Grabbed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; and went to the bank and to grab some stuff at the store. Oh.. cool store thing.. Ever seen those little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; kiosks? So cool. I never really investigated one before, but while I was waiting for everything to be rung up tonight I took a peek. Not bad! I paid 1.61 for "Crank"... the movie popped out and there we go. (Watching it now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;derty&lt;/span&gt; stuff in it... it's good! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ate dinner, I did some work on a methodology thing *snore-snooze* and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt; told me that she wants to go to Target (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;). So she said she wanted to go by herself. Swore to me she'd make it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;. I let her go, sure I'd get a call in a while saying she was lost (because seriously, this place is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' hell to drive in!) No call.. I was outside on the balcony and she came down the street. Surprised the heck outta me. I thought "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt; Jenna, real nice being sure your daughter wouldn't be able to make it to Target." she came out to tell me that I need to go with her... she had spent the last hour lost. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. Poor thing. I was impressed she made it back though. Although the really funny thing was her reaction to me and Ray poking fun at her. *snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's really it for the day. Nothing interesting. Nothing amusing. Just blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad Texas Observation with a hint of introspection:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many homeless here. And rather than feeling a call to action, some sort of "I should do something" like I always feel when I see animals in need I get really pissed with them. We've all had hard times. Trust me, I think there were times I was just one or two bad days away from *being* them. But honestly. They piss me off. I don't want to give them change, or ciggs, or listen to them babble... I want to tell them to get away from me. I'm embarrassed about it, but I have no plans on changing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-5282362816849985657?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/5282362816849985657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=5282362816849985657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/5282362816849985657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/5282362816849985657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/08/347-blablahblah.html' title='347 - blablahblah'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrKbPt6-dQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8zQgokwHihg/s72-c/8.02.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-3700413952436397228</id><published>2007-08-01T06:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:19:18.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgie the window washing bum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>348 - Smoke n Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.khou.com/topstories/stories/S_IMAGE.11350fb5491.93.88.fa.d0.ce235f64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 81px;" src="http://www.khou.com/topstories/stories/S_IMAGE.11350fb5491.93.88.fa.d0.ce235f64.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey... &lt;/span&gt;the building next door to me caught fire last night... This is the building I took pictures of the psycho window washers on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.khou.com/news/local/stories/khou070731_tnt_highrisefire.ce160482.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KHOU&lt;/span&gt; News Story &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.khou.com/perl/common/slideshow/sspop.pl?recid=4753&amp;location=www.khou.com" target="blank"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bringin&lt;/span&gt;' my camera to work... I'll take any interesting pictures I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrFnfd6-dMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/y8YtIzJAOFE/s1600-h/8.01.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrFnfd6-dMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/y8YtIzJAOFE/s320/8.01.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093966443838338242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, no interesting pictures to take &lt;/span&gt;of the burned building. You can see that one or two of the windows were broken, but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty good. I had a lot of work to do so I kept busy. I SO like being kept busy. Idle hands, and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a nasty gram from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WebGirl&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently she didn't like that I had sent "thanks for meeting with me" emails with out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CC'ing&lt;/span&gt; her. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;biggy&lt;/span&gt;. I just rolled my eyes, wished horrid things upon her overly bleached head, and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work was a bit stressful. I had barely any gas on the way home and was already a bit late, so I decided to drive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Montrose&lt;/span&gt; St. to get some gas. Unfortunately some inconsiderate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;schmuck&lt;/span&gt; had the grand idea of getting into an accident. So I got stuck in traffic for like 20 minutes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dammit&lt;/span&gt;. I finally got turned around and started my search for a gas station. That would be my luck, running out of gas on my way to get gas. "Isn't it Ironic?" (BTW &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Alanis&lt;/span&gt;, a black fly in your Chardonnay is NOT ironic, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unfortunate&lt;/span&gt; you ignorant cow. Look up irony in the dictionary.) .... but I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally found a gas station, realized I had no cash and had to put gas on my credit card. I HATE that. I also hate ending up behind the damn ticket &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;scratchers&lt;/span&gt; in line. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;. Get out of line, scratch your ticket, then on the off chance you may win something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt;, you may get back in. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.  So I get out of there and start walking to my car and there's a bum standing behind it with a window washer. Simply shit-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tastic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk towards the car and the guy starts babbling;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it's a sad Tuesday, huh? I'll clean your window, make it a happy Tuesday. Make you smile on Tuesday. I'm Georgie, Georgie will make your window clean. Then you won't be sad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For fucks sake, Georgie... I'm sad '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt; I have Georgie the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hygienically&lt;/span&gt; challenged homeless guy about to slime up my back window and I don't have any change".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Georgie" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I have no money... you probably have more change than I do".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no no missus.. I clean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; window n make happy Tuesday!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fine Georgie, but not a big return on investment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;yanno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pump the gas while Georgie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;squeegees&lt;/span&gt; my window and wipes it down with a newspaper, and when I'm done I hand him 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ciggs&lt;/span&gt; and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Georgies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;' here all the time! Come back n get gas again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Thanks Georgie, I'll keep that in mind"&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the next time I want Georgie rubbing dirty newspaper all over my rear windshield. &lt;/span&gt;*sigh*... btw... it's freakin' Wednesday!!! Ehh well.. Suppose time is all relative when you're squeegeeing windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally made it home. Now it's too late to get to the bank, but Hubby and Kid are in good moods, so that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made dinner, vacuumed and cleaned a bit, ate... then kid has to remind me that I told her I would let her drive tonight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;. I swear I have palpitations every time I have to drive with her. So we go off to Target, I start getting acute angina (Doesn't angina sound dirty?) but we make it there and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I poked around with some graphics for awhile. I was feeling creative. Made a new header. You'll have to let me know if you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was about to post Ray went out on the balcony. He sticks his head out and says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Y'all come out here, there's a possum on the wire!"&lt;/span&gt; Yes. He said Y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out we go and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;whaddya&lt;/span&gt; know.. there's a little possum walking the telephone wire. Poor little guy got pretty far, then stuck, then came back, then got stuck again... we think that his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;mamma&lt;/span&gt; is stuck too. So now we're sitting here trying to figure out if we should call Animal Control. I suppose we could, but how Yankee will we sound??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... yeah.. there are two possums on the telephone wires out here and they look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrFuDt6-dNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KWQQnYj_T5s/s1600-h/possum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrFuDt6-dNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KWQQnYj_T5s/s320/possum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093973663678362834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stuck"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know they'll be like... Yeah, that happens all the time. What are you, the new guy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;... big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;blobby&lt;/span&gt; red picture is the best I could get of the possum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.. off to bed for me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. - Possum Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possum wasn't out there with with his mama. He is stuck though. He's sitting out there on a nest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-3700413952436397228?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/3700413952436397228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=3700413952436397228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/3700413952436397228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/3700413952436397228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/08/348-early-morning-post.html' title='348 - Smoke n Fire'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrFnfd6-dMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/y8YtIzJAOFE/s72-c/8.01.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-6829435869295574319</id><published>2007-07-31T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:15:59.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='300'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot fuzz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk midget'/><title type='text'>349 - School Days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrAYu96-dHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/58NPj_0hshA/s1600-h/7.31.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrAYu96-dHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/58NPj_0hshA/s320/7.31.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093598373731005554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever have to change schools when you were a kid?&lt;/span&gt; Ever have to be the new kid in the class? If you have, try and remember having to walk into the lunch room the first time. You don't have anyone to sit with, and you feel like you're walking around with a sign that says "Friendless". You want to sit towards the back, or in a corner somewhere. Maybe you have a book or a walkman with you so that you can seem to not be paying attention to the stuff going on around you. That so sucks when you're a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odd thing is this; it doesn't go away with age. Sure you're fairly self assured, you know that you're an asset, you know your place in the world (or so you believe) - yet faced with being the new kid again it seems that some part of your brain pops back into that lunch room. Why is that? It's irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was... boring. Bone numbing, eye twitching, life sucking boring. There were a few interesting points, though;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;Not sure if I've told you, but my badge doesn't work on the back door of the tower. The back door goes out to the pretty sitting area where all the smokers go. Well apparently you have to have 'after hours' priv's. put on your card to do that... and I haven't figured out where Security is to do so. SO... I asked WebGirl where I could have that fixed. She said "Who told you that?" while grimacing and making some odd "I'm sucking on a lemon" face. I said "Oh, one of the svp's on 41" She said "Pfft... they dont know what they're talking about. I've never heard that before".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ok.. whatever. BUT.. today as I was sitting out under one of the umbrellas having a ciggy, I notice WebGirl hop over the gate to the back and sprint towards the door. Apparently she was off doing something and decided to take that way in. I watched her pull on the door for a minute (ahhh-musing!) then watched her repeatedly try her badge, then pull the door. This went on for like 5 minutes. I had my sunglasses on so I looked as if I was checking out my phone, but inside I was cackling wildly.  I SO wanted to run up and say "Who was it that didn't know what they were talking about? Hmm? Nyaaah!" But of course that wouldn't be very professional, so I simply saw that one of the other doors was opening (someone coming out) so I got up, grabbed that door and yelled for WebGirl. She came striding over looking as if there was a very small piece of poop held under her nose. "Something wrong with my badge!" I said "Apparently, mine too" and left it at that.  Made me grin, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; One of the big NH guys came into the office today. He hangs in my office when he's working in TX. That was kinda nice. Someone to talk to at least. Not a bad guy really. He bought me lunch today. Sammich makes me happay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;I got a lot done today.  Pried the written notes I needed from WebGirls clutches (She SO didn't want me to have them) and have 1/2 written up. Worked out a process for some of the content peeps. blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I cleaned a bit (yeah, I'm a bit obsessive) did the dishes and cooked meatloaf (my family loves it). We went to Randall's since there were a few things we needed, and luckily they had the movie "300" there. Ohmygod Yay. Tomorrow we'll probably run out and get "Hot Fuzz" Yay again :) Great movies. I would say that 300 is one of the best movies I've seen in ages. Watched that on our disgustingly huge tv. Now I'm getting sleepy and I wanna go to bed :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A "little" bit of odd news I just saw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tvsquad.com/2007/07/31/dad-on-little-people-big-world-gets-a-dui/"&gt;Midget Star from Little People, Big World Arrested for DUI&lt;/a&gt;  Yeah, I know... but seriously, the world needs more drunken midgets. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(in big hamster wheels in the office... or with little strap-on cake plate hats wandering from desk to desk offering yummy frosted baked goods)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-6829435869295574319?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/6829435869295574319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=6829435869295574319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/6829435869295574319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/6829435869295574319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/07/349-school-days.html' title='349 - School Days?'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RrAYu96-dHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/58NPj_0hshA/s72-c/7.31.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-1561000551301227070</id><published>2007-07-30T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:15:53.039-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catchup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mondays'/><title type='text'>350 - back to the grind stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rq6kJt6-dDI/AAAAAAAAADw/Exuxh7fLD6s/s1600-h/7.30.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rq6kJt6-dDI/AAAAAAAAADw/Exuxh7fLD6s/s320/7.30.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093188715455345714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I forgot a few things yesterday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D sent me some odd post on Craigslist from back home. Some moron was giving away a goat for free because apparently it didn't make a good pet, he felt the goat was retarded, and ate their linoleum. Imagine that. I was compelled to write him a note containing my thoughts on this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Umm...Dude... Seriously.You bought a farm animal. A farm animal mind you, that is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; famous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for eating tin cans and alike and you are actually shocked it ate random metal thingies and linoleum from your house? Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a goat. They are not intended as 'pets'. Not often have I encountered the little creatures in pet stores wagging their tails for attention. There are very few children's books referencing the bond and love between a boy and his goat. I do not see many Norman Rockwell paintings of boys frolicking in the park with their goat. And really, I would have to assume that teaching a goat to fetch a ball without devouring it would be a task a child may find difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think it's wonderful that you want to give the little guy to a farm (May I suggest Friendly Farm in Peterborough NH, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://petfinder.com/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Petfinder.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;) but I believe the problem we have here is not the diminished mental capacity of the goat, but the not-quite-up-to-snuff mental capacity of the parent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good luck with your goat placement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Not nice. But duh. Seriously. And yes my husband said I was vicious - and perhaps I am - but poor little goat. Like it's really his fault they mistook him for a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from the Mother-Ship. It was Friday Wine Hour (which I miss!) and they called on the conference phone to include me. That was wicked sweet guys, thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought neat stuff :)  I got a a pretty little white bud vase with pansies for work. (My office is up high and nice, but blaaaaaannnd. My office puts the 'bla' in bland. So I'm trying to find some things that will add something without going crazy. I got two new pairs of shoes. One pair is brown leather sandal high heel thingies, boring, but I needed a brown pair. The other are super cute pumps with a little buckle and those neat new thicker heels. Very cute. (Very painful. They are the devils shoes, I'm sure. Good lord I thought I'd die today) I bought Ray a Jimmy Hendrix tee, and Chels some shorts. I bought myself an Orchid, since I've hinted that I want one for years and never got one. (Had to "by my own hero" ala Jim's Big Ego) And I got a new plant to be the friend of "Alfred" (the plant I bought when I first got here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chels, Ray and I went to that Firken and Phoenix pub (I had told you that) but I hadn't really described it much. It was really nice, all dark black wood, a huge bar, and big comfy booths lined with red velvet. Ray and I had fish and chips (SO yummy) and Chels had a hamburger that she said rocked. I had a Grasshopper (which I haven't had in ages) and Ray had a rum runner, which he made me try :P blech! By the end of dinner we ended up having a coaster/paper/stuff fight. Chels got all irritated, but still took part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now... on to today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was work. I got stuff done, got sucked into lots of meetings, and wished for death a few times :) Nothing new. heh. Web Girl was a moron as usual. Something amusing? I saw her first thing in the morning. She was wearing some long tank sort of dress. Not bad looking except that its straps were so long that although it wasn't low cut on her, the arm holes were down to her waist (or there abouts) I kept thinking "Not very professional"...well apparently someone must have said something, or she finally got a gander at herself. She tied the straps into little knots on top of her shoulders. Looked like two little puff balls of poop or something sitting on her shoulders. Ok... I'm just bitter I'm sure... but she looked like a boob. OH.. and she told me she's going to Boston for the weekend before going to see the office. She's bringing her son with her. I said "Oh there's so much cool stuff there! You should take him to the Museum of Science, the Aquarium, and Faniuel Hall." She said "I'll look on Expedia and find things to do". *blink* Dumbass... I'm FROM the area! I may know better than Expedia! I swear to god if that girl ever had a lucid, non-boobish thought knocking around in her head I would simply poop a kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a great card from Dave, Jan, Jess and Zach. Thanks SO much for that :) It made my day. We got the mail when we were leaving to go pick up some of Chelsea's shipped packages, and I had Chels read it to me in the car. It made us all smile! (by the way, click "comments" at the bottom of an entry, that should open a little pop up box allowing you to leave a comment. You can be 'anonymous' or whatever :) OH.. and Dave, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to UPS to pick up the packages. I felt pretty good that I made it almost all the way there without needing directions, and I made it all the way back without needing them. Yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner and now I'm slacking. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-1561000551301227070?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/1561000551301227070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=1561000551301227070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/1561000551301227070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/1561000551301227070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/07/350-back-to-grind-stone.html' title='350 - back to the grind stone'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rq6kJt6-dDI/AAAAAAAAADw/Exuxh7fLD6s/s72-c/7.30.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-3428272968830772710</id><published>2007-07-29T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:15:46.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>351 - Missed a few...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rq1Ijt6-dCI/AAAAAAAAADo/zEbAqk8JPqA/s1600-h/7.29.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rq1Ijt6-dCI/AAAAAAAAADo/zEbAqk8JPqA/s320/7.29.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092806532085478434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :) My daughter is here! &lt;/span&gt;I've missed her so much! Of course, it was nice to not take care of someone for a couple of weeks, but I'm so happy she's here now. Something was missing without her here. And Biddy is far happier with Chelsea here. I'm sure Bids wants James here, but that won't be for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday i went to work, had a bunch of meetings did a bunch of work, and came home to clean up so that things would be pretty and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sparkly&lt;/span&gt; for when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt; got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove out to Hobby airport, which is about 20 - 15 minutes away, I left early because I know I get lost all the time (Which I did a little bit, but not too badly). We didn't wait long, but I gotta say, Hobby is not an 'up to date' airport. I like it better because it's so close (25 min opposed to 45 min) but its sort of like going back in time. The waiting area is sort of a corner of the airport with some seats shoved in it. No monitors, so no clue which flights are coming in. It looks as if they've tried to retrofit all the security stuff into the airport, so it's all a jumble of security equipment. When you get off the plane, Southwest airlines doesn't have a bunch of baggage claim belts, just two, and you have to wait until you see a number show up over one of them, maybe your stuff is there. Maybe it isn't. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately one of Chelsea's bags wasn't. I wouldn't have stressed too much, but apparently her father told her to put all her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; in her checked baggage rather than carry on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;. Of course the one they lost is the one with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. I know that you get the bags back pretty quickly, but it did sorta freak the kiddo out. I filled out the stuff and asked them to put a rush on it because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and of course Hobby is not in a nice pretty area, so poor Chelsea's first view of Houston is the bad section of South Houston. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. Then it started raining like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MF'er&lt;/span&gt;. We're on I-45 with psychotic rain, and all I want is get off the road... so I take an exit figuring we'll navigate through  the city rather than the Interstate. Unfortunately, the exit I take is the exit for I-10, with no damn way to get off! OH.. and there was road work going on, so it was a parking lot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;grr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally found a place that pointed towards "downtown", well I may not know a ton of places in Houston, but I do know downtown, so I got myself there, got to point out my office to kiddo, then made my way to Randall's to pick up something for dinner (I was taking kiddo out, but she wanted to get to her house and see her kittens, so we put off the whole 'out to eat' thing til Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt; was super happy to be here, Biddy and all the cats were happy to see her. She seems to love her room (although I'm sure she's having some issues and feels scared right now, which is only natural... lord knows I'm having the same issues!) We ate, she ran around looking through the house. I was so happy that she liked the place :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was fun. We had to wait around a bit for the bag that they finally found in Orlando, that kinda miffed me, but it got here around 1pm and the fact that we got it back made me happy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Randall's&lt;/span&gt; again to do some food shopping, Target, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;... we were pretty much done after that. When we got home Ray was sleeping. He decided he needed a nap.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt; and I worked on her room for quite awhile, moved things around and made it more "Chelsea-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ized&lt;/span&gt;." We were supposed to go out to eat, but he woke up at 10, and even though the places around here are open late, we were tired. We ate and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really good. We went out to the Aquarium, which was way fun. That's not really Ray's thing, so it was just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Chelster&lt;/span&gt; and I. We went up in a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ferris&lt;/span&gt; wheel that really gives you a great view of the city. We went on a train ride that takes you through a HUGE shark tank. It was pretty cool. There was some big saw tooth shark thing that ended up laying right on the top of the tunnel over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt; and I. We liked that. When we were done there we took a drive down Main street to the museum district (which is SO pretty) then up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Montrose&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt; asked if we could see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Westheimer&lt;/span&gt; (super cool shopping district that leads up to the Galleria) and back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat around for a bit, then went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Firken&lt;/span&gt; and Phoenix English pub. Very cool. Houston has been named number one as far as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;restaurant's&lt;/span&gt;, and for the most part they're all ultra urban and chic... but we really wanted something a bit more homey and comfortable. We really liked this place. Had great food, the waitress was simply adorable, and it wasn't all that costly (they make a kick ass Grasshopper too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home and are now slacking. Love the slacking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to actually writing daily tomorrow (hopefully!) I have to go to UPS to pick up some final packages that we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt; send. I'm looking forward to that... some of them are my clothes! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PS. Odd Texas Observations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are nice here. Not nice like in NH, nice like ... genuinely nice. Everyone. From the convenience store to the big stores. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;unsettling&lt;/span&gt;. I need a 'dial a grouch' hot line to feel more at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-3428272968830772710?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/3428272968830772710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=3428272968830772710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/3428272968830772710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/3428272968830772710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/07/351-missed-few.html' title='351 - Missed a few...'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/Rq1Ijt6-dCI/AAAAAAAAADo/zEbAqk8JPqA/s72-c/7.29.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-8857581678202541303</id><published>2007-07-26T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:15:14.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='300'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scifi channel'/><title type='text'>354 - I love 5pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqllXd6-dBI/AAAAAAAAADg/rGUItPtaHrU/s1600-h/7.26.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqllXd6-dBI/AAAAAAAAADg/rGUItPtaHrU/s320/7.26.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091712307562443794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another interesting day in the Tower. &lt;/span&gt;Tons of meetings today with content peeps. It wasn't terrible, but mostly because I couldnt get a word in edge wise. So really, not too bad. After the 2nd meeting, I started going to the content persons office 5 minutes early. Grabbed them before web girl could get in and interject her tard-ness into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was unsatisfying. I have alot to talk over with the mother ship before I take another step, but I have 3 or 4 meetings tomorrow to deal with as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked in the pricey garage today. It was supposed to downpour, I was running late and I simply didn't feel like playing Bum Frogger today. Not very money-responsible, but some days you need to park closer. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a phone conf with NH. That was fun, although I couldn't hear all of it. Got a lot of work done. Got my bank account all set here, paid my credit card, bought some ice cream, got lost... same ol same ol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH... found out today that 300 comes out on Tuesday!! Holy camel crotch! I'm SO excited! We got this kick ass 65 inch HDTV and 300 is coming out! I'm gonna drool all over the spartans.. yeah I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... nothing really interesting to write about today, or maybe there was but I'm sleepy and whiney, so I'm not gonna.heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.. One last thing, Kiddo gets here tomorrow!!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PS. Kitchy Fun time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SciFi Channel's "Who wants to be a super hero" is back! I can't help but watch. Its a total train wreck, but it's fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-8857581678202541303?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/8857581678202541303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=8857581678202541303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/8857581678202541303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/8857581678202541303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/07/354-i-love-5pm.html' title='354 - I love 5pm'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqllXd6-dBI/AAAAAAAAADg/rGUItPtaHrU/s72-c/7.26.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-7515672490241505106</id><published>2007-07-25T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:03:26.675-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn stove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>355 - And so it begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqgC8t6-c7I/AAAAAAAAACw/rnjP-PPJ474/s1600-h/7.25.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqgC8t6-c7I/AAAAAAAAACw/rnjP-PPJ474/s320/7.25.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091322620884710322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was another good day.&lt;/span&gt; (Day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; btw!)Tomorrow (and every day work day til the 31st) promises to be dreadful, ghastly, vile and all around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suckitty&lt;/span&gt; suck suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning after downing half a bottle of Advil (that damn headache won't let go of me) I went off to get the gang at their hotel. I dropped them off at the Tower and went to park (I park a few blocks away, and I figure those NH people can't hack it... Plus.. they're like, old and stuff *snicker*) Then played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frogger&lt;/span&gt; with the bums on the walk to the office. *walk on this side of the street.. Ooh.. old bum with one shoe, cross to the other side, walk a bit, oh oh, old bum with two shoes but no pants, walk to the other side of the street, avoid the old bum that tells me Jesus loves me and would love me more if I'd give him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cig&lt;/span&gt; or some change, run across the street avoiding the train that seems to seriously want to run me over some day, leap into the office building across the street from my office, down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;escalator&lt;/span&gt; into the tunnels to my office* Now make a mental picture of that and overlay the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Frogger&lt;/span&gt; sound effects. It's amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am meeting with some of the politically retarded, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;adversarials&lt;/span&gt; who want me to crash and burn. It went well actually. I wasn't sure if I was pleased with the boss or wanted to bap him for repeatedly mentioning to "web girl" that she should probably sit with the designers on how to make a web page, rather than with the ultra smart developers who she would not understand and just find boring - until "web girl" finally got ultra-snotty and answered "I do have a degree in computer programming, you know!" I was really tempted to say "Yeah? So does my dry cleaner. Not a feat of greatness there, cupcake." But I retained my vacuous smile and professional composure. Always let people think you don't know much, makes them much more likely to slip in front of you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our main contact/supporter at the Tower (a NH guy who typically listens half &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;heartedly&lt;/span&gt; while fondling his Blackberry - and no that's not dirty) showed up for the meeting. I was a bit shocked, really. It wasn't a terribly important meeting so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; expect to see him there. But there he was, and there I was greatly underestimating him. By the end of the meeting the things we were worried about; "web girl" doing her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;damnedest&lt;/span&gt; to undermine us, "Web girl, Special Edition" being nasty and irritating and attempting to aid "web girl" and the ensuing blow up never happened. "web girl, special edition's" boss showed up. Now maybe it's just because he grew up in Boston, but this was a guy I could understand. Sorta say it like it is, lay the cards on the table sort. Now I only was in an hour meeting with the guy, so I could be wrong, but I felt he was fairly genuine in his wanting to work with us, not against us. "Web girl" went sour faced pretty quickly. "Web girl Special Edition" though.. that was a surprise. She actually seemed really interested in what we were proposing. I think she caught the "I could learn something new and interesting" bug. At least it shows she's got a brain. Regular old "web girl" would poop a kitten before admitting she knows nothing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want to know anything new. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAh&lt;/span&gt;! Progress! Get it off me! It may stain!" ..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dumbass&lt;/span&gt;.   I'm just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the meeting and had some interesting talks about the state of the mine field which is my job. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. Then we went to lunch. The boss guy took us to lunch and although I was feeling queasy (damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' migraine!) I was looking forward to actual human interaction during lunch. We went to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Massa's&lt;/span&gt; Seafood Grill" in The Houston Center. I had the most amazing grilled salmon ever. SO yummy. Had fun conversation, had the prerequisite "invoices, making money, blah blah blah" conversation, and enjoyed the time out. The boss is good to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back in and I got a phone call from one of the NH guys (not my team, the supporters team who has a wee bit of pull in the Tower) to tell me that he had no clue that I wasn't getting cooperation there and that the second I feel that I'm being pushed out or not being listened to to call him. He'll make sure I get what I need there. Now, "web girl" after being chastised by... well... someone, finally made me the appointments I had been waiting for and I did let him know that. She also made sure to make some headway on the printer I needed as well. Let me say, she SO didn't want to.. which is why I know she was 'spoken' to, although I'm not sure by whom. From what the boss guy said the NH supporter people had been made aware that I wasn't being treated in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hospitable&lt;/span&gt; way and were out to put an end to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what web girl did today that made no sense to me. I had sat with her talking about all new content stuff... a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;contingent&lt;/span&gt; of exec types (and her) had gone through current content and slashed it. Took out paragraphs, pages, etc to knock it down a bit before re-write. But that content has to be looked at by the 'content owners' to verify numbers, etc. We did not want the content owners to know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lots of&lt;/span&gt; her content had been slashed... they never look at it, but had we said "We removed that"... they would have said "I need it in there". They don't. Honestly, But that's what would have happened. So I had devised a way to subtly do this. I had gotten web girl to agree that instead of showing the printed pages of stuff with big red X's through paragraphs we'd show them word docs that already have the paragraphs removed. If they noticed some content missing (which they wont) we could address it then... but showing it to them and calling attention to the missing stuff was just asking for trouble. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what we did. Redid the content in word doc form, removed everything, then I sent her copies to make sure she was good with it. To check the work done I left the edit tracking on. (to those of you who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know that means that things that were removed/changed show up in a different color with a call out balloon showing that it's gone) The plan was for me to show her make sure she was good with it, then 'accept changes', which removes the balloons and crossed out text, and that's how the content peeps would see it. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;nooooo&lt;/span&gt;... web girl sends out invites (which she was supposed to do Monday) for meetings with me to go over what I needed done with the damned marked up docs attached! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;grrrrr&lt;/span&gt;. So not only have we removed the stuff, but then we gave these people (who WILL bitch about this now) docs that show we removed it. Lets really make sure we call attention to what we're trying to remove. That's the very best way to make sure they see it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;arg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;grr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, "Update the meeting request, I'll accept all changes to the documents and resend them. Attach those to the meeting updates. We'll be golden". web girl says "well, I could do it from home tonight I guess.. *sigh, moan*"      .....   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;...... she's a boob. I'm not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'... I really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow it starts. I have 14 meetings (by way of web girl) to attend and discuss content. Great. No clue what the hell I'm doing, but I can tap dance pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was quiet... thankfully. My little one gets here in two days! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.. so she's not so little. Still.. I miss her and worry about her and cant wait to squish her silly. I'm so scared she won't like it here... wont' give it a chance. It's gonna be a tough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;transition&lt;/span&gt;, but she's pretty good at realizing that things may take work. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to finish making dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: New House Observation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure it's great and good to have the coolest latest appliances, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; with my stove!? It's all digital and gas... so it's totally foreign. Now yes, those of you who know me know stoves are odd foreign entities anyway, but still... Can't I just say ON or OFF... this thing is like something they dragged out of the space shuttle! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;grr&lt;/span&gt;. Haven't eaten yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; figure the damn thing out and ended up NOT turning it on, apparently I just teased it a little or something. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-7515672490241505106?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/7515672490241505106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=7515672490241505106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/7515672490241505106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/7515672490241505106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/07/355-and-so-it-begins.html' title='355 - And so it begins'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqgC8t6-c7I/AAAAAAAAACw/rnjP-PPJ474/s72-c/7.25.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-5282732529211696098</id><published>2007-07-24T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:03:20.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mosquitoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>356 - They're here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was pretty good all around actually. &lt;/span&gt;It started off a wee bit boring, and I assume once the team leaves it may be back to being that way, but having Ben and Sharon come to Houston was great. Communication from the home planet has been a bit sparse, so I had almost forgotten how much I enjoy my boss and my team mates. Since I hadn't heard much from back home not only was I feeling useless in my current position, but I simply assumed I was outta site, outta mind. I also suspected that the boss guy was irritated with me about something or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the psycho window cleaners for a bit again this morning. Someone really should have them checked out by a trained psychologist. I again forgot my camera, which irritates me silly since I really did want to post a picture of them. I'll try and remember to bring it with me again so I can catch some of that action on film...um...digital whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everyone was in the office I felt far more in my element. Rather than sort of skulking around and taking periodic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cig&lt;/span&gt; breaks (alone of course) I had new direction and people to bounce stuff off of and a way to sort of point out some things that happen at the new office that makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been feeling a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ostracized&lt;/span&gt;, and basically 'felt' that I was purposefully being overlooked, even led astray a bit, but without someone else there to validate it I simply internalized it and didn't pay very much attention. (that sentence had too many "..sized" words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit a few semi-productive meetings... all politically based... and I felt that the boss and Sharon really did get a good feel for life in the big glass tower. Not only that, I kind of felt vindicated when I found that after a few hours there a discussion was held big-wig to big-wig about the lack of communication and cooperation I was receiving. Typically I totally frown on being a tattle tale or having someone step in for me, but at least I felt that someone remembered I existed and didn't like what was going on. One of my main contacts here is just so irritating. Passive aggressive really. No "Hey, I don't like you but I have to work with you but I'm not going to be nice about it", it's all "Sure I'll help, Sure I'll make things easy, but as soon as you walk out of here I'm rolling my eyes and forgetting you even exist". I so hate that. I know I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wheedle&lt;/span&gt; my way in there and end up in a good place (No, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wheedling&lt;/span&gt; is not on my resume, it comes from life experience, and I'm darn good at it. A "social &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chameleon&lt;/span&gt;" one friend called me once. I figure it's apt and not necessarily a bad thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meetings and the validation and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;officey&lt;/span&gt; stuff was done I dragged them back to my place to show it off a little bit. The boss pays for it, I wanted to see how great it is in person. I felt he was suitably impressed and from there we hit Cyclone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anaya's&lt;/span&gt;, a trendy hip spot in midtown that is all the rage right now. We initially wanted a seat inside with all the beautiful people, but the place was incredibly obnoxiously loud. We moved out to their outside seating pretty quickly. Ben and Sharon are horribly fun people, and typically I can be funny, but not fun. I get a wee to freaky in major social situations, so I tend to clam up quick. But I had a raspberry margarita (a small one as opposed to the troughs that the rest of the crew ordered) and a great meal. Sitting outside was great. It was a bit thick and muggy, but I've found Houston to have a great breeze pretty much all the time. We hung out and chatted, fended off a few bums that came by (which is a daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt; and something I don't even mention here much) and had a really nice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped them off at their hotel around 9:30 and came home to bed. Unfortunately having a drink will often give me a headache. That coupled with the oncoming storm sort of laid me flat. So there was much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Advil&lt;/span&gt;, tossing and turning, and wishing I had a good dose of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Oxy&lt;/span&gt; or something that may knock my ass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll grab the gang at their hotel to drive them to the Tower at 8:15am. They didn't get the super close hotel and even though not far, walking with laptop and all in tow is not fun. Plus, trying to keep up with Ben when he's walking too or from work/a meeting... pretty much anything is a challenge in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seem good today. Busy, but I so prefer it that way. Still can't seem to get my ADD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; refilled. Some odd Texas thing apparently. I'll work on that more this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. - Random weird Texas thing I have noticed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston apparently has no mosquito problem. None. I sit out on my balcony at night, sometimes with the super high powered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;high beam&lt;/span&gt; spot light on, and never have to flee from the buggies. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; get one in the house, and what's weird is they don't go for us. They simply sorta fly around. Either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;they re&lt;/span&gt; not hungry, or Texas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tards&lt;/span&gt;. Haven't figured that out yet. Anyway. It's a good observation I'm making today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PPS. This is a retro active post, since my migraine interrupted regularly scheduled blogging, so no weather for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-5282732529211696098?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/5282732529211696098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=5282732529211696098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/5282732529211696098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/5282732529211696098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/07/356-theyre-here.html' title='356 - They&apos;re here...'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-1928378322641947049</id><published>2007-07-24T06:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:03:14.083-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='window washer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mondays'/><title type='text'>357 - Tell me why..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqXrh96-c6I/AAAAAAAAACo/cL8VKGbKg2I/s1600-h/7.23.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqXrh96-c6I/AAAAAAAAACo/cL8VKGbKg2I/s320/7.23.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090733922602349474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like Mondays&lt;/span&gt;. The alarm didn't work again this morning. What gives!? Is it really so technical that I can't seem to figure this thing out? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arg&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at work late. I ended up parking at that garage a couple of blocks away to avoid the high parking fee. I figure I'll hit the expensive one if it's raining terribly (since it's connected to the tunnels) but I'm done with hoping I won't end up paying every cent I have to park for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in and had a chance to meet with one of the work girls for a bit to go over a few things, so that was good. Meant some work to do. I also had the pleasure of actually having Internet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've switched jobs here and there before and I know that the beginning of a new place is always frustrating and lonely. All I can do is keep my head down, work, and keep my ears open. I did have a chance to have a quick discussion with someone outside today. Nice girl, unfortunately she's leaving her job at the end of the month to move to Alaska. That's a change of climate, for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, well... I'm pretty set adrift out here. I don't hear much from back home, can't seem to get some of my emails answered from the NH office, and am really not sure what I'm doing out here work wise. So I'm a bit useless at the moment. I know this will pass, I've been through it before, but honestly it's really making me hate my job at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skyline was super pretty today, and having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;helicopters&lt;/span&gt; drive by now and then is pretty interesting. And today I got to see the window washers go up and down. Freaks of nature, these people. I was having heart palpatations just watching them. swinging back and forth 40+ stories above the street... ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss comes into town tomorrow. That'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... Biddy is having trouble adjusting. She's really kind of depressed and is pulling her fur again. She got ganged up on by the other two today and went into hiding. The guy and I walked around with our flashlights searching for her behind couches and chairs, under things, in closets... we were getting a bit nervous when we finally found her huddled behind the washer. We poked her to get out and I spoke softly to her, but she's just having some difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chels will be here in a week or so, then I think Biddy will settle down. Speaking of Chels getting here.... I've asked my boss a few times to get her her ticket, and for some reason I can't seem to get an answer on that. It's kinda driving me nutty. I'd understand no answer if I emailed him and said "What are your thoughts on global warming", but this is kind of important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-1928378322641947049?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/1928378322641947049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=1928378322641947049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/1928378322641947049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/1928378322641947049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/07/357-tell-me-why.html' title='357 - Tell me why..'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqXrh96-c6I/AAAAAAAAACo/cL8VKGbKg2I/s72-c/7.23.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-8444000803869962419</id><published>2007-07-22T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:03:03.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='target'/><title type='text'>358 - Sunday mellow Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqQXNt6-c5I/AAAAAAAAACg/SZFsfU5BMYE/s1600-h/7.22.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqQXNt6-c5I/AAAAAAAAACg/SZFsfU5BMYE/s400/7.22.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090219003268199314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was pretty good.&lt;/span&gt; Not much going on. Lots of cleaning of course since it's Sunday, but other than that it was pretty mellow. I got laundry done and swept and mopped floors, did the glass and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go off to Target and pick up a cardigan, ended up with a new printer (we needed one) more clothes hangers so I'll stop stealing Ray's hangers, a new book, a new phone cus the phones here suck, and some new jammies... cus... well cus I wanted new jammies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a little lost on the way home, but the AIG building is huge and I used that as a landmark. So I made it home without too much issue. Spent the rest of the day sorta lazing around. I played around with photoshop a bit, did a wee bit more cleaning, played with the kitties... except for Biddy, who got in trouble so she's hiding under the couch right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sunny all day. Hot hot hot. My car thermometer said it was 97. It's way cooler now though. It's storming too with huge loud thunderclaps and lightening. It actually gets loud in here when it rains. The rain hits the skylight which is pretty big and is quite loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a chance to talk to the kiddo today. I miss her. I can't wait for her to get here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-8444000803869962419?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/8444000803869962419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=8444000803869962419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/8444000803869962419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/8444000803869962419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/07/358-sunday-mellow-sunday.html' title='358 - Sunday mellow Sunday.'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqQXNt6-c5I/AAAAAAAAACg/SZFsfU5BMYE/s72-c/7.22.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-5143156196385907272</id><published>2007-07-21T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:02:57.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird lights in the south'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randalls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galleria Mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birdies'/><title type='text'>359 - I have found the promise land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqKgMN6-c2I/AAAAAAAAACM/58HWYsZQn7k/s1600-h/7.21.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqKgMN6-c2I/AAAAAAAAACM/58HWYsZQn7k/s320/7.21.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089806660637979490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I adore Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;I think I like Saturday even more than Friday night. Friday nights I'm tired, and don't much feel like doing lots. Saturday morning is my favorite. Sunday morning is OK, but you know that tomorrow you'll have to go to work, so there's always that little cloud over your head. Saturday you know you have a whole 'nuther day to lounge around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I got up, fed the girlies, did some cleaning, had some waffles and lounged around for an hour or so. Hubby got up and lounged too (He's wicked good at lounging. He never feels compelled to get up and clean. Seriously. Never. *snicker*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made phone calls, one to my step mother - who wasn't home, but I expected that. One to my friends Sarah and Dan, they were home and it was great to talk to them. They're talking about buying a house. I plan on keeping every sticky-outie extremity crossed for them. They're the nicest people I know and deserve so much happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tow truck called. Chelsea's car died yesterday (I didn't blog it simply because I was too tired) Seems as if her fuel pump has gone and her car is now d-e-d. I told her to call my auto club and have them tow it. They called saying "There are no keys in the car", I said "Yes there is, the steering column is broken, we've never been able to take the keys out." Anyway, I ended up having to call Gene and Chels to tell them to get there quick, then I realized the tow truck driver had said the wrong address so I called him back and found that he already had it and was driving. So I called Gene and Chels back to tell them to turn around and get back home to meet them. All crisis diverted (other than an unhappy teen who wants her car fixed. ugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray and I decided to go cash our checks (OH.. yeah. Checks came! YAY!) Check cashing is a bit of a pain in the ass here since we're not all set up and we don't have a TX license yet and blah blah. So I'm hoping we'll get direct deposit soon. We ended up deciding to go get some of that spray to keep cats off stuff at Target. So we made our way over there, shopped a bit (I got some cool desky stuff for work, a scratching cardboard matt thing for Lucy  cus it's her fav, some Pyrex dishes cus they didn't have any here and a kit kat bar. Yum.) Then I said "You know Ray, I really wanna go to the &lt;a href="http://houston.citysearch.com/profile/11355238/houston_tx/galleria_shopping_center.html"&gt;Galleria&lt;/a&gt;. Want to come with?" I assumed he'd say no. It's a mall. I believe men's testicles actually shrivel in some sort of autorepsonse way to malls in general. But he said "Yeah. K". So off to Galleria. I asked directions of "Frankie" our friendly Target store employee dressed in cheerful red. Frankie told us how to get there, and Ray navigated with our nifty Taxi Map Book (Do you know... our city is so big it has a book with 200 pages of maps!). We got there and there was GAWD awful traffic. Chicky at work told me that it was like that... I should have listened. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pulled into the parking garage and were bumper to bumper for quite awhile. I'd say we tried to find a spot for a good 15 - 20 minutes. The parking garage there has to be 2 football fields long. Then we went down to  a lower level. Yep.. so big they have 3 levels of 2 football fields long parking lots. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went up into the mall and I swear... had it been quiet for just one moment... you would have heard angels singing. I do believe it may just be some sort of retail heaven. Now, I was going for just one store, Torrid, but let me tell you what I walked past;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.betseyjohnson.com/"&gt;Betsey Johnson&lt;/a&gt;.... I swear I nearly died. Betsey bags in the window, cooler than cool fashions... my fav designers store right there. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffanys, Dior, Armani (A/X), Urban Outfitters, Vittons, Coach, Dolce &amp; Gabbana.... the list goes on and on.  It was truly miraculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit Torrid cus I love it, then we wandered around for a bit. The place is MASSIVE!  We went into two wings and it was hours. We ended up eating at the Daily Grill. I had a really great Chicken penne pesto. Very yummy. My hubby had the meatloaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the super cool part.... we drove home and decided to skip the highway and do Westheimer instead. So we're driving down the road and I see Restoration Hardware and get all happy . "I'm going to have to come back to go there!" Then I see Crate and Barrel.. and about 10 other big time "Girly furniture type shops" (as hubby called them) WOO! I said "I swear if there's a West elm here too I'm going to cry!" and hubby points to the left and says "West Elm". Oohh!! I'm SO going back there without him. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a whole section of antique places. Neat looking ones tho, not the boring kind we have in NH. Then a section that was all cool 'retro' shops. A section with a ton of tattoo parlors. A section of all fast food places. It's weird how they all sorta grouped together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it past there, Ray laughing at me the whole time, and then went to Randalls to go grocery shopping. We got yummy stuff, and now we're home happy and half asleep... well.. I'm half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH... Hubster took pictures of our birdies. We have a mamma and daddy bird who squawk and jabber at us constantly, and a baby bird who does the same, but he's too baby to fly. He hops around on the bushes down in our yard. We became worried that maybe that's why the parents are yelling at us... perhaps baby can't fly yet and they think we'll hurt him. I also worried that maybe baby fell and he can't get back to his nest, so Ray and I put a dish of water under the bushes for him in case he needs a drink. So here are our birdies :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqKfwd6-c1I/AAAAAAAAACE/epXug3FNRzc/s1600-h/Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqKfwd6-c1I/AAAAAAAAACE/epXug3FNRzc/s320/Baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089806183896609618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqKfc96-c0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8Mc5HS1o-VE/s1600-h/Mommy_and_Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqKfc96-c0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8Mc5HS1o-VE/s320/Mommy_and_Daddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089805848889160514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday... I'm going to eat some of my Blue Bell ice cream (best damn ice cream ever!) and snooze on the couch for awhile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. - Random weird Texas thing I have noticed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the traffic lights are hung horizontally, not vertically like at home. So instead of the read being top, yellow center, and green bottom - its red on the left, yellow center, and green right. I hate it. Seriously. I never notice that there's a light. I've been blowing through lights all over the place. Ray teases me, I tell him to shut it. The South is freakin' weird for hanging their damn lights like that and they deserve to have me blowing through them....     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just sayin'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-5143156196385907272?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/5143156196385907272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=5143156196385907272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/5143156196385907272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/5143156196385907272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/07/359-i-have-found-promise-land.html' title='359 - I have found the promise land'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqKgMN6-c2I/AAAAAAAAACM/58HWYsZQn7k/s72-c/7.21.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-3373184572531007099</id><published>2007-07-20T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:02:49.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>360 - TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqF0Qd6-czI/AAAAAAAAAB0/z7kz3Yz9mZM/s1600-h/7.20.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqF0Qd6-czI/AAAAAAAAAB0/z7kz3Yz9mZM/s320/7.20.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089476880164090674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got up late today. &lt;/span&gt;Not sure what I did to mess with my alarm clock, but it wasn't going off, so late it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up late sorta sets the tone for the day, and since it was raining BUCKETS this morning it wasn't shocking that I wasn't feeling all sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the parking garage across from the office (The one that charged me $15.00 yesterday) and this time parked on the very top. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, raining buckets and tops of garage is not cool. I stepped out and the water was literally up to my ankle. Luckily I wore my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flipflops&lt;/span&gt; and carried my work shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up getting in at 8:40am. Blah. Things went OK at work. Boring right now. Hopefully that will change soon.I'm tired tonight so this is a short one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for lunch and walked around downtown for awhile. Very pretty place :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got Internet! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YAAAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that parking on the top is only $8 bucks... IF you get in before 8am. Early bird freakin' lame assed special. Next time I see an early bird I'm going to run it over. SO... $15.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, cleaned a bit, took a nap, woke up , made dinner, ate, drove to the store, drove home, ate a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was about it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you I was tired today. I'm sure I"ll have interesting stuff to write about tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607045189591584392-3373184572531007099?l=365in77019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/feeds/3373184572531007099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607045189591584392&amp;postID=3373184572531007099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/3373184572531007099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607045189591584392/posts/default/3373184572531007099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365in77019.blogspot.com/2007/07/360-tgif.html' title='360 - TGIF'/><author><name>Jenna Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586879417861192829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/SeYpJOhN-cI/AAAAAAAAATw/-9wIe6eSyMw/S220/jenna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqF0Qd6-czI/AAAAAAAAAB0/z7kz3Yz9mZM/s72-c/7.20.07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607045189591584392.post-1097750540363124646</id><published>2007-07-19T22:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:02:35.455-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='77019'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeless guy'/><title type='text'>361 - Christmas in July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqA39zJeGUI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ay0tZzahSTE/s1600-h/7.19.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqA39zJeGUI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ay0tZzahSTE/s320/7.19.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089129113770137922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was OK.&lt;/span&gt; Not perfect, but not as horrid as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to work quickly, no detours (getting lost). I timed it and it took me less than 10 minutes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got very little done, not for not *wanting* to get things done, but because every thing I wanted to do required the Internet. [which I STILL don't have!!] I finally got the packages I needed to work on today at 2:30, then found that I had a meeting at 3pm. ( I SO need to start getting meeting invites. ) The meeting went on awhile, and I didn't get back to my office until 4:20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. I left a bit early today because I had to go to the UPS Facility before it closed to get my packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a really big rain storm. I adore storms, but I have to say being in a storm while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;waaay&lt;/span&gt; up in the air is a bit scary. I walked a bit at lunch, umbrella in hand. Downtown is really walkable. Great people watching too. Makes me wish D was here with us... there's no one else for me to make fun of people with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left and again lost my car (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; is wrong with me!?) I finally found it and when I went to cash out I found out that only parking on the ROOF is 5 bucks.. I parked on level 5... that's $15.00. I asked her if she was charging $3 per level.. but she didn't get it. Yesterday I drove home no problem. Today I ended up going the wrong way down a one way street and freaking out. I did a good U turn and got outta there. But driving around with a busted windshield makes me worry I'm going to get pulled over at a moments notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqA8-DJeGVI/AAAAAAAAABs/iA2yH4J50kA/s1600-h/DSCI0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bd517dDU0Q0/RqA8-DJeGVI/AAAAAAAAABs/iA2yH4J50kA/s320/DSCI0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089134615623244114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got home, was all excited to get my email and grab the UPS directions and ironically enough, our Internet connection was down. *sigh* We got the address and mapped it out. Not too far away, but all highway stuff. Ugh. I ended up on 610, which is a scary-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;assed&lt;/span&gt; highway! We got our 19 boxes, took about 20 minutes arranging and rearranging them and attempting to fit them in the car. We got all but two in, so I just dumped out the contents of them and stuffed them into spaces in the car. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. We looked like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Beverly&lt;/span&gt; Hillbillies driving down the road! We got lost a few times there, made it back just fine until I decided that Ray didn't know what he was talking about and I don't care what the directions said, I'm going "this way!". I went that way.. and promptly got lost again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Ray Quote: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While sitting on the parkway waiting to turn there was a homeless guy with a sign that said "Homeless, will work for food" and a big bucket with his belongings in it. He was talking to himself or the woman in front of us... more to himself I think because she wasn't even looking at him. Then I noticed him walking towards my car, and I'm thinking, Great... he thinks I'm a mobile home or something with all these boxes. He walked by and the light turned green. As we pulled up to where his stuff was, Ray says &lt;/span&gt;) "Quick! Stop and grab his stuff!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just was SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unRay&lt;/span&gt; like that it caused me to darn near drive off the road. Can you imagine stealing from a homeless guy!? How terrible is that!?...... even funnier...... Stealing the stuff, then yelling "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Duude&lt;/span&gt;...now you're homeless, have no stuff, and you'll need to change your sign to "Homeless, will work for food... and a new BUCKET!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got all the packages into the house, got them unpacked, and ate a hamburger. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt; called tonight. she's having some anxiety issues and really needs to come be with us. We've discussed dropping the Police concert all together and having her come here on the 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. She needs to be with us and relax for awhile. James isn't coming with her. They're talking about him visiting in November. Hopefully by then she'll be settled in and can really enjoy the visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe she and I won't go get the Harry Potter book together. It's always been the same crew every book release, and now I won't be with them. Seems weird :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving Houston, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;. 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