<?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-8631772</id><updated>2011-08-21T09:21:41.403-04:00</updated><category term='gym'/><category term='Random'/><category term='healing'/><category term='summer'/><category term='happy'/><category term='work'/><category term='I'/><category term='Bunny'/><title type='text'>I WIN!</title><subtitle type='html'>Just some stuff I want to say...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-3882228222955706349</id><published>2010-02-01T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:36:40.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what it feels like to remember happy...</title><content type='html'>I don't know if everyone could say this, but one of the best things that ever happened to me was when I finally talked my parents into joining Facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, not only do I get to stay in touch with my far away parents every day, I get to talk to them about the random day to day things that they haven't been a part of over the past couple of years.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I am trying to say is, I love them.  So so so so so much.  I am so thankful for everything that was a part of my childhood.  Cause good golly I had a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's because of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brought all this on?  Figuring things out. And getting things situated.  And a mess of pictures that my dad posted to Facebook.   There are some GEMS up in that business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking at them, I'm reminded of what it was like to be happy.  Really truly happy.  Before drama, and before life happened.  When things were delightful.  Where I got to wear jelly shoes, and always seemed to be so comfortable in a big t-shirt.  Where my grandma's poodle was the coolest dog I ever met, and all the couches felt like velvet.  Where I would just spend hours wiggling my toes in the mud while my grandpa was opening gates in the corn field.  Where I was so happy.  And loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my mom, and dad, and Melissa, I love you.  And thank you for loving me back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-3882228222955706349?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3882228222955706349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=3882228222955706349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/3882228222955706349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/3882228222955706349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-what-it-feels-like-to-remember.html' title='This is what it feels like to remember happy...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-3542076126245271641</id><published>2010-01-24T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T08:42:20.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There are certain things you can control, and certain things you can't...</title><content type='html'>Oh what a weekend.  Definitely good.  But man... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to spend this weekend recovering from the disaster that was me going on vacation. The vacation, was great.  The abrupt departure and consequent harried shuffling through everything I own, not so great.  I wish I had maybe taken some time to tidy up before I left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I had to do laundry... which may or may not be the first time I've done laundry since... oh... November?  It's been a minute.  I just don't wear the kind of clothes that need washed all the time.  Now, as I read over that again let me clarify.  Laundry is where you do multiple loads and actually have to concentrate on the cycles of the washing machine.  The random load of pajama pants every two weeks (yes I have 14 pairs) does not mean that you need to do laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how exhausting laundry is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I have a bunny.  Did I mention that?   Did I also mention hims is fat?  Cause he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He typically doesn't shed.  Meaning when I snuggle my face into him I come away without all those little hairs tickling my nose!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about six weeks ago, he started to lose his winter undercoat.  Which should take about two weeks for him to groom out, and then he's down to the nice sleek little guy you would love to cuddle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT EVIDENTLY DOESN'T GO THIS WAY WHEN YOU ARE LARGE AND IN CHARGE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because six weeks later, I had to completely de-hair my house yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was gone Melissa and Brian Babysat for me.   Which was great (Thank you Mel and Bri) but they are not pet owners.  And when you are not a pet owner, you don't realize the day to day rituals involved in not having a "(Insert pet type) lives here" house.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, after I emptied the vacuum cleaner six times, I realized that Bunners was still going through the shedding.  So now we're fighting the eternal battle against the softest most snuggly bunny hairs there ever were.  And they are everywhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means a bath today, which means I will be shunned for the next 12-24 hours. But hopefully, doing less of the tickly hair removal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also looks like I might be getting into that hobby we discussed.  I'm looking forward to it.  Trying something new and getting some reward out of it.  I'll keep you posted on the results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-3542076126245271641?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3542076126245271641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=3542076126245271641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/3542076126245271641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/3542076126245271641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-are-certain-things-you-can.html' title='There are certain things you can control, and certain things you can&apos;t...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-7222521185193669062</id><published>2010-01-23T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:56:10.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><title type='text'>Wow.  Life repeats itself?  NOT ANYMORE</title><content type='html'>Since I decided it was time to blog again, I figured that meant it was also time to revisit previous posts.. and wouldn't you know.. on January 26th 2009 I posted a blog listing 12 things I wanted to do in 2009... Guess what.  I didn't do them.  But let's revisit and see where we can make more progress... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;12. I want to seriously look into getting licensed to do hair. I would enjoy it immensely and it would be nice to be a professional.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right... so that didn't happen.  And I can tell you why, but wouldn't that be making excuses?   Actually, now that finances are different, and my work commitment is different, it could totally happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;11. Get my own place. This is probably the biggest thing I want to do this year. There is so much I love about living with Melissa and Brian, but I want somewhere where I can get up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water and not have to worry about finding clothes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my own place!  And it is cute.  And you walk in and it looks like I love here. YAY! (Thank you Mel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;10. Get a pet. A giant rabbit tops my list, but a new kitty or puppy would be good too. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a BUNNY!   Hims name is Bunners and he is fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;9. Go to the gym at least twice a week. Even with my work schedule, if I can only go in on the weekends, I want to go.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still want to go.......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;8. Go back west. (I totally just got the credits to Pretty Woman in my head... did you?) There are some serious parts of Seattle I miss, some people I would like to meet in person for the first time, and some people I just want to see.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from a vacation!  And I went out west!  And I totally loved it. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;7. Work less or more, but find the happy medium. Even though I don't think about work when I leave the office, I also don't want to ever think about what is going to be waiting for me when I get back. Whether I work more to do that, or work less, it doesn't matter.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a different job.  and I work no more than 45 hours a week.  WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;6. Go to the dentist. I have now got no less than 3 broken teeth. I think I need at least 1 more root canal, and I definitely need to have a tooth pulled. There is a reason my dad had dentures at 21, and I think I have reaped the genetic benefits of that act.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess... umm... well... I haven't even gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;5. Find a new hobby. Or resurrect an old one. I really want to do pottery again. I wonder if there is anyone that would like to go with me?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still need a hobby.  Who wants to take a pottery class with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;4. Spend more time at Disney. There are a million of you that would say that I already go a lot, but the fact of the matter is, there is so much that I miss there. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did spend a lot of time at Disney, until my pass ran out.  Then decided it was a good time to wait and not renew right away.  But it will happen again.  I feel like this one was accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;3. Talk to more people on the phone. I rarely return phone calls, and never initiate conversation. There are a billion people I need to talk to and miss back home, it's about time I did that. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic Fail.  And any of my good buddies will tell you that.   Still a work in progress though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2. Show my Dad Orlando. I hope to have the chance to do that in the Spring when my dad travels across country on his first vacation in over 10 years. (Sound familiar? I'm only up to 3 years, maybe 4)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I took a vacation,, and dad is supposed to come in May. So this could happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Be happy. I've been lucky to meet this requirement for most of 08, and definitely this first month of 09, all I ask is that it continues.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know if you know this, but I was completely lying here.  BLATANTLY.  Two months later, I managed to finally go see a doctor and get on medication which helped... A LOT.  so.  I guess I did accomplish it.  WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So revisiting this list has brought quite a few things into perspective.  Namely, that life is a work in progress.  And it will be until it's over.  And that's okay.  You don't have to figure it out all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-7222521185193669062?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7222521185193669062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=7222521185193669062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/7222521185193669062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/7222521185193669062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-life-repeats-itself-not-anymore.html' title='Wow.  Life repeats itself?  NOT ANYMORE'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-3251393752350017613</id><published>2010-01-22T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:24:19.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ha ha ha</title><content type='html'>We’re going to do this again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, that sentence originally said, “Looks like we’re going to do this again”.  But that’s what this is about.  I have decided that it is time.  It’s time to get myself back together and organized. It’s time to have that outlet.  To live each day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went through a massively life changing experience.   I went home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something to be said for going home.  The fact of the matter is, you learn that you have people who love you.  UNCONDITIONALLY.  Who can you say that about besides your family?  Relationships with your significant other can pretend to be that, but they never will.  It’s impossible.  It’s the human condition.  It’s just the way it works.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of what it is like to have people need you.  And your input.  It’s been quite a few years since I had that.  Somebody need me.   I’m not ashamed to admit I love being needed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that I am a woman.  A real, grown ass woman.  Who has grown leaps and bounds from the girl that left Seattle 3 years ago.  It boggles my mind.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that being able to sit and watch your dad make you supper can be one of the highlights of your year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that taking your mom to see a 3D movie can be one of the most rewarding experiences.  Ever.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this trip, I’m looking forward to the next year.  I’m looking forward to the options and new people that are going to present themselves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking forward to my next chapter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-3251393752350017613?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3251393752350017613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=3251393752350017613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/3251393752350017613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/3251393752350017613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2010/01/ha-ha-ha.html' title='ha ha ha'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-6569638771307731881</id><published>2009-02-09T21:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:20:54.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was jogging tonight and ran into Whoopi Goldberg...</title><content type='html'>So... My apologies for falling off right when I was starting to get back into the swing of things with posting... And then the Wii happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent a good portion of the last 6 days on the wii.  Playing games and wii fitting, and playing more games and wii fitting more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the cliche statements you've ever heard about peoples thoughts on the wii... well... it's true.  And now I'm done talking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, let's see.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on this kick of reading "teen fiction" books. I just finished another book written by the Twilight author and also read the first three of a series of books by an author who writes books that are pretty much the same as gossip girl, but set in 1800's New York. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only a few things that I like to call indulgences.... teen fiction is totally one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others would be....  red hots, MAC makeup, Filthy romantic comedies, fried pickles, big budget blockbusters with no real content, and really bad tv shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy internet, and I'll write you more later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-6569638771307731881?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6569638771307731881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=6569638771307731881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/6569638771307731881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/6569638771307731881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-jogging-tonight-and-ran-into.html' title='I was jogging tonight and ran into Whoopi Goldberg...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-7310044688646162566</id><published>2009-02-01T20:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:07:01.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Dancing.  Do it.</title><content type='html'>I was out running a bit of errands today, in fact I was running some of the best errands ever, a random walgreens stop and some blockbuster awesomeness, and found myself car dancing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car dancing, for those of you not in the know, is a magical bit of joy that helps pass the time in traffic.  My best car dancing experience ever is with Miss Mle, who I'm sure has had her car dancing skills create the urge for people in cars next to her to car dance also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this made me start to think of my top 10 car dancing songs.  These are the songs that make you just want to belt out the tune, and shake it.  So here they are... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 10: Single Ladies, Beyonce. &lt;br /&gt;This was my car dancing choice for tonight, and something about "putting my hand up" is just great for dancing in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 9:  I don't need a man, The Pussycat Dolls. &lt;br /&gt;I like this song, so suck it.   I also don't need a man.  So there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 8:  That's not my name, The Ting Ting's. &lt;br /&gt;They call me awesome, they call me lame. That's not my name, that's not my name.. (Isn't that the lyric?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 7: Glamorous, Fergie. &lt;br /&gt;This song is ideal for car dancing, as it's always good to sing to yourself in the mirror.  Don't act like you've never done it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 6: Closer, Neyo.&lt;br /&gt;This song has an amazing ability to get you to do some great interpretative dancing.  It's all about the beat dropping out and then bringing it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 5: Just Dance, Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;Just do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 4: Sexyback, Justin Timberlake.&lt;br /&gt;This song is all about the vocals.  The lyrics/vocals/whatever you call it, require dancing.  REQUIRE IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: Jump, Madonna. &lt;br /&gt;The great thing about car dancing with this song is that it definitely has a crescendo.  You really get to build up to the serious car dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: It feels so good, Sonique. &lt;br /&gt;Everything about this song reminds me of the old days, of car dancing in the explorer with the windows down, on a back road, and this song turned up as loud as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Number 1:  Bel Biv Devo's  Poison.   &lt;br /&gt;In general, this song just makes me want to dance.  But in the car, it creates a dance explosion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to think about your favorite car dancing songs.  And share... if this is the first you've ever heard of car dancing, sit down, buckle up, and dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-7310044688646162566?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7310044688646162566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=7310044688646162566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/7310044688646162566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/7310044688646162566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2009/02/car-dancing-do-it.html' title='Car Dancing.  Do it.'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-208201166161221388</id><published>2009-01-31T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:04:13.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEEEEEEEEEE-leck-tron-ickssssssss</title><content type='html'>You're supposed to be saying that to the tune of the ricola song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bunch of new babies this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new television for my bedroom... Gregory robert could not lay in bed, and for that matter, I could barely too, and still see the tv.    It is a little tiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not any more!  Yea!  I plan to break it in tomorrow with some oreos, snack food and some football.  And about 80 watchings on the narnia movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bestest new thing I got this week?  A WII!!!  I technically didn't get it this week but I purchased it.  Allegedly, it comes from the targets.com, and it will be here on the 9th.  It's going to be badass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tonights hours of Burnout are any indication, the wii battles will commence shortly thereafter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r-dizzle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-208201166161221388?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/208201166161221388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=208201166161221388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/208201166161221388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/208201166161221388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2009/01/eeeeeeeeeeeee-leck-tron-ickssssssss.html' title='EEEEEEEEEEEEE-leck-tron-ickssssssss'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-8289600898550004216</id><published>2009-01-28T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:54:45.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No really, Pageant Dad.</title><content type='html'>In case you haven't watch Toddlers and Tiaras on TLC yet, you MUST WATCH AT LEAST ONE EPISODE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is there a pagaent dad... who wears a pagaent dad hat... and had such gem like quotes such as "if you need a tire changed ask my wife, if you need a dress beaded, I'm your man"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is also the filthiest filth of a macaw that was ever seen on a reality television show.  She has to be, there is no reason how she could not be.  She's a pageant mom who has made the leap to also being in the Mrs competition.  Mrs....   At one point in time, before her talent (baton twirling in case you were wondering) they interviewed her in the hallway, and she explained her costume.  "a one piece, if you can believe that, spandex pantsuit".   What she didn't say with words but was shown in pictures were the glitter sequin hearts, and the netting stomach piece.  She said it made her feel skinny.  Honey, no spandex jumpsuit makes anyone feel skinny.   Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here, a tidbit for you.  Evidently the internet loved her as much as I did... enjoy.  Rach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x86l28" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x86l28" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x86l28"&gt;Toddlers &amp; Tiaras: Stacey's Skinny Outfit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/TheDlisted"&gt;TheDlisted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-8289600898550004216?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8289600898550004216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=8289600898550004216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/8289600898550004216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/8289600898550004216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-really-pageant-dad.html' title='No really, Pageant Dad.'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-4609114080679658061</id><published>2009-01-26T21:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:30:29.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I actually had a musicgasm today.... like exploding everywhere!!!</title><content type='html'>In case I haven't ever met you, or you haven't talked to me in the last 10 years, then you might not have heard of Pandora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely, since it would be my best friend if best friends could be streaming internet radio programs, you have heard of it. But we became even better BFF's today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN LISTEN TO STREAMING PANDORA THROUGH THE TRANSMITTER IN MY CAR.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol... I haven't had a transmitter since my last iphone fried.  and then since Brian has Sasha now and doesn't need his transmitter, I get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pa pow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I can now listen to Pandora will save me no less than 400 dollars a year in itunes music so I can listen to my Pandora favs in the car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't have Pandora, go there now.  Feel free to peruse my profile at pandora.com/mrs_mar and sample one of my stations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAH darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-4609114080679658061?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/4609114080679658061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=4609114080679658061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/4609114080679658061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/4609114080679658061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-actually-had-musicgasm-today-like.html' title='I actually had a musicgasm today.... like exploding everywhere!!!'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-8860616650048508282</id><published>2009-01-26T00:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:42:48.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions Smesolutions.... Post 2 of 2.</title><content type='html'>So it's been awhile.  A long while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened today that made me think it was time to get back in to the swing of things called life.   I got this feeling right after I finished my 5Th book in 3 weeks that I said... wow, you're aren't doing anything these days besides sit around, get your act together lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I rocked the night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tore apart my bedroom, cleaning out nooks and crannies... getting rid of stuff, and finding some gems that I had stored away for a rainy day.  I had no idea I had almost 20 purses stashed in my closet, and I plan on using as many of them as I can in the near future, I've got some great ones in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contemplated things while I was doing this, like getting married for tax purposes, which side of my face my hair should part, and the chemical makeup of the stuff that whitens teeth.  You know, your normal average every day stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought a lot about all the things I want to do this year, and what I want to have accomplished.  I think a lot of that thinking was related to the fact that I saw my W2 from last year and cried on the inside for the fact that I made a lot more than I thought... and still don't really have much to show for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... here are the 12 things I want to do in 09.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I want to seriously look into getting licensed to do hair.   I would enjoy it immensely and it would be nice to be a professional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Get my own place.  This is probably the biggest thing I want to do this year.  There is so much I love about living with Melissa and Brian, but I want somewhere where I can get up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water and not have to worry about finding clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Get a pet.  A giant rabbit tops my list, but a new kitty or puppy would be good too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Go to the gym at least twice a week.   Even with my work schedule, if I can only go in on the weekends, I want to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Go back west.  (I totally just got the credits to Pretty Woman in my head... did you?)  There are some serious parts of Seattle I miss, some people I would like to meet in person for the first time, and some people I just want to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Work less or more, but find the happy medium.  Even though I don't think about work when I leave the office, I also don't want to ever think about what is going to be waiting for me when I get back.  Whether I work more to do that, or work less, it doesn't matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Go to the dentist.  I have now got no less than 3 broken teeth.  I think I need at least 1 more root canal, and I definitely need to have a tooth pulled.  There is a reason my dad had dentures at 21, and I think I have reaped the genetic benefits of that act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Find a new hobby.  Or resurrect an old one.  I really want to do pottery again.  I wonder if there is anyone that would like to go with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Spend more time at Disney.  There are a million of you that would say that I already go a lot, but the fact of the matter is, there is so much that I miss there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Talk to more people on the phone.   I rarely return phone calls, and never initiate conversation.  There are a billion people I need to talk to and miss back home, it's about time I did that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Show my Dad Orlando.   I hope to have the chance to do that in the Spring when my dad travels across country on his first vacation in over 10 years.   (Sound familiar?  I'm only up to 3 years, maybe 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Be happy.  I've been lucky to meet this requirement for most of 08, and definitely this first month of 09, all I ask is that it continues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to blogging being on that list too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-8860616650048508282?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8860616650048508282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=8860616650048508282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/8860616650048508282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/8860616650048508282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions-smesolutions-post-2-of-2.html' title='Resolutions Smesolutions.... Post 2 of 2.'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-5780211780723491030</id><published>2009-01-25T22:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:31:53.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 1 of 2 for the Refreshing... 25 things you didn't know about me...</title><content type='html'>For all you facebookers out there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I cut my own hair.  In fact, I gave it a trim this evening.  And I changed my part.... it's weirding me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My favorite color is black.  Not because it's dismal, but because I love high contrast things.  And anything that is clean and defined.  Black makes that easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I love doing housework.  My favorite thing is usually vacuuming followed closely by using windex. mmmm ammonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I love movies like the Last Samurai, and LOTR III.  Not because they are the best movies ever, but because they are really long, make great background movies, and have excellent scores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  I am only growing my hair out because my boyfriend likes it long.  I'm that kind of girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  I love it when things match.  I cannot wear any outfit that doesn't match.  I mean really match.  like.. the exact same colors only. my sister calls it "matchy matchy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I rarely leave the house without makeup, even though sometimes it's last nights, because I am ridiculously self concious of my ruddy complexion and my eyelashes are blond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Every time I smell Fruit Punch koolaid I'm reminded of the basement of Mt. Calvary Lutheran Church in Colstrip Montana.  And lemon sandwich cookies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  I owe my sister my life.   Really.  She's saved me more than once. and all since I turned 21. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  I miss having pets more than I let on.  Like cry sometimes because I miss mine so much, and get really depressed when I realize I can't have any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  I think women are beautiful.  So beautiful that I have their form as my tattoos.  I am not into chicks like that, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  I would have loved to be a 50's housewife.  Every last bit of the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  I crave things like .99 pizza, ramen noodles, and mac &amp; cheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I miss the remoteness that is the little town where I grew up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  I would move back to Colstrip today if I knew I could make a living there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I once through a wooden puzzle board at my sister the day before her school pictures.   You should ask her to show her the scar.. which happens to be really close to right between her eyes.  I'm lucky that went the way it did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I cry.  At everything.  Including commercials.  And every single reality tv show I watch.  Even the bad ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I miss having "friends".  But not enough to have some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  In college, on my bowling team.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  My nickname used to be Roach, and scooter, and bunny, and rachikins, and pester, and mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I would be lost without a flatiron.  You should see the pictures before we became friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The internet doesn't entertain me like it does some people.  *Melissa*cough*  But I still find the time we spend together entertaining.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I lurrrrve Bourbon.  It makes me feel like such a broad when I drink it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I recently had to create a job description and discovered I do approximately 18 hours of work a day.  I usually do that in 10 hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I'm a blond.  I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-5780211780723491030?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5780211780723491030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=5780211780723491030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/5780211780723491030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/5780211780723491030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2009/01/post-1-of-2-for-refreshing-25-things.html' title='Post 1 of 2 for the Refreshing... 25 things you didn&apos;t know about me...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-8918277035483685968</id><published>2008-10-05T11:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:32:20.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aurora and the sparrows</title><content type='html'>I had breakfast this morning at a Patisserie in Paris surrounded by sparrows.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some other birds there too.   They borrowed one of my chairs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been months since I have been to Disney.  And I've missed it so.  This is the most magical of magical places and I am awash in pixie dust today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been here by myself, but Epcot, where I am now, has a familiarity that makes it feel like visiting your home town.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No screaming kids, or parents who need naps, can ruin that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lovely place and it would be impossible not to enjoy my day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchanté, bloggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-8918277035483685968?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8918277035483685968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=8918277035483685968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/8918277035483685968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/8918277035483685968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2008/10/aurora-and-sparrows.html' title='Aurora and the sparrows'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-1953666628886248187</id><published>2008-07-13T23:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:15:04.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moviepalooza Ladies and Gentlemen</title><content type='html'>Hey all you boys and girls out there in blog land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days have been a whirlwind of catching up on sleep, movie watching and work.  Friday, the day that I took a half day was the first time I actually felt "caught up" in over a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about the direction things have been going and look forward t them getting better as we go along.  I feel good about the fact that it now seems like there is something in it for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events otherwise have been good.  Thank you G-Unit.  We've been having some good dinners and seeing some good movies.  I figure one of these days we'll run out of movies and have to think of something else to do.  Then I will have to start schooling people in games.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  Time for sleep.  I'll be doing a movie review next post.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love munchkins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-1953666628886248187?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1953666628886248187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=1953666628886248187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/1953666628886248187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/1953666628886248187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2008/07/moviepalooza-ladies-and-gentlemen.html' title='Moviepalooza Ladies and Gentlemen'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-6469395455647806992</id><published>2008-07-07T19:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:33:46.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word... to your mother?</title><content type='html'>Euphoria is different things to different people. Tonight my Euphoria centers around some chicken, broccoli, garlic bread and a chick beer.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure which portion of that really puts the smile on my face.  But I know that it surely does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a great week, those start on Sunday primarily, and I like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Wanted last night, and holy cows do I ever recommend you see it.  Angelina Jolie is hot as usual.  She's a little skinny in this movie, but the badass totally counteracts the other parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James McAvoy was awesome, but he's totally a little snively in the beginning and until he gets into real badass mode he's not as easy to take. Please see it... and then read the graphic novel, be amazed at how different it is.  But in a good way.  I won't ruin it for you except to say that it totally made two great stories.  Good one you Wanted people, good on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say a big fat happy anniversary to Mel and Bri.  You two boggle my mind with your craziness and amaze me with your ability to love each other wholeheartedly.  And since my sister is right now receiving her Anniversary gift, which is a black gleaming beautiful Macbook.  You lucky spoiled bitch..... I heart you both, and I am so thankful to you both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love childrens.  I'm off to the gym and then hunkering down for awhile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-6469395455647806992?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6469395455647806992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=6469395455647806992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/6469395455647806992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/6469395455647806992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2008/07/word-to-your-mother.html' title='Word... to your mother?'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-7169286495918207871</id><published>2008-07-06T00:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:54:38.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacancy at the Roach Motel...</title><content type='html'>Hey all you patriotic types!   Hope you had an amazing 4th of July! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis and I decided it would be a great idea for us to to go Sanford and visit Tristan and Adam, and watch the City of Sanford fireworks spectacular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me break it down for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the 4th rather leisurely, wake up, read book play Pharoah, and Gym.  Then it was Low Country Boil.  MMM MMM MMM.  Low country boil, for those of you that need to know is sausage, corn, the best potatoes on the planet, and Scrimps.  The scrimps is the best part, you just have to peel them before you eat them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a huge pot of boil, and 6 or 7 too many chick beers later, the road trip to the Sanford commences.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After parking in the historic district, we proceeded to Ms. Tristan's apartment. We walk in the front door... and I'm greeted by a smell, something like the combination of an ashtray, obese people, and sweat.  Yum.   Up the stairs, past the dead roach and dust bunnies and down the hall we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the foyer of the apartment.  Or the apartment itself, whatever you want to call it. I really have no words for what happened over the next couple hours.... It was dirty.  A dog humped a cat.  And there were roaches and Noodle salad.  We visited a gas station that carried weave.  And a man from Georgia liked my eye make up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a most excellent time. tehehehehehehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another lazy day... sleep in, gym and then we did some Buffalo Wild and I give you this tidbit.   Sorry for the direction, I'm movie challenged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-80c591b45be8e51f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D80c591b45be8e51f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331174099%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3688803C7F7987A58FE931CBC6DE60CE54FA7003.2B86A94D1A4C6EB563F61ED63F879EF09DFAC2DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80c591b45be8e51f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm-0dk2Cw5Qvc6RsmKSOcyn98e1A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D80c591b45be8e51f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331174099%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3688803C7F7987A58FE931CBC6DE60CE54FA7003.2B86A94D1A4C6EB563F61ED63F879EF09DFAC2DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80c591b45be8e51f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm-0dk2Cw5Qvc6RsmKSOcyn98e1A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-7169286495918207871?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=80c591b45be8e51f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7169286495918207871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=7169286495918207871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/7169286495918207871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/7169286495918207871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacancy-at-roach-motel.html' title='Vacancy at the Roach Motel...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-292633124986068941</id><published>2008-07-04T04:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T05:12:27.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An ode to #26....</title><content type='html'>Oh 26.    The good times we shared.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The late night police visits.   &lt;br /&gt;The underage parties.  &lt;br /&gt;The screaming matches on the back porch. &lt;br /&gt;The screaming matches on the front porch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, on this night of celebration and minor explosives, you have outdone yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew siding and exposed tar paper is flammable.  &lt;br /&gt;I always thought that was a good place to put out a cigarette.  Evidently so did you 26, so did you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you in the know you know the fact that our neighbors are the kind of trash that make late night headlines.  I always thought that was funny until the j-holes moved in next door.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known the first time someone was parked in our space that it was going to be a mess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low and behold all has come to fruition.  Young Female neighbor has become "young statistically knocked up and underage neighbor". Young boy who used to have a job has become "I'm going to the school of hard knocks neighbor".  Beginning with Arson 101.   And "somehow has custody Dad" has found love with "whino doesn't have her own washing machine Native American lady". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to America. Happy 4th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.   I forgot the best part.    As we were standing outside tonight waiting for the firemen to leave, we got some great news.   The all American family is moving out on the 11th.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should have a celebratory BBQ.  Come join us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-292633124986068941?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/292633124986068941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=292633124986068941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/292633124986068941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/292633124986068941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2008/07/ode-to-26.html' title='An ode to #26....'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-7704848115556379470</id><published>2008-06-30T22:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:35:02.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things...</title><content type='html'>Ten things you need to know about me since the last time I posted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Typhoon Lagoon is everything I have been missing about WA in Florida.  Clean water and a great time.  And mini donuts.... wait, I just like those, they aren't from Washington. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I had my first sickness since the surgery... AND IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH MY THROAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sex and the City was a good movie, but I still liked Iron Man better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My room is my sanctuary, but I'm learning to be as happy out of it as I am in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting back to being normal is amazing.... I had to take time to recover financially but I'm finally biting the bullet and doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I can't be without my iphone.  I freaked out after 8 hours.  So much that I took my first afternoon off ever to go get a new one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Music is my boyfriend.  I have found so much great stuff.  Listen to Vampire Weekend and hear everything that there is good about the summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Trivia = awesome.  I could play for hours and I am so happy that we found a new spot to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The gym has missed me almost as much as I've missed it.  Maybe even more... because it sure makes me feel welcome and like I want to go back every time.   Good on you, Gym.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I need to blog more.  There is sometihng so great about sharing a little bit of my life.  Even if no one reads it, the fact that I got to put it out there makes me very happy.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am falling in love with the internet again since Scoot Jr. got a new dress.  So I'll be back more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-7704848115556379470?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7704848115556379470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=7704848115556379470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/7704848115556379470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/7704848115556379470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-things.html' title='10 Things...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-7711175319141127322</id><published>2008-06-14T09:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T09:48:08.470-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Oh Snapz.</title><content type='html'>There are a great many things I love about my job on a day to day basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most amazing is the fact that I still wake up on Saturday mornings ready to go, even though I don't have to be up and doing something.  No sleeping in here, I am ready to go and ready to get on with my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally this means a trip to Disney, but today just meant catching up with my life.  Cleaning, doing laundry, paying bills, and writing to you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days have been crazy in a great way.  They have been some of the most personally fulfilling days of my life.   I just don't even know what I would do without my boys, and I have to thank them everyday for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday were spent at our sales kickoff.   This year was the first time I actually got to breath.  I had told myself that everything would happen and work it's way out and low and behold it did.   I just can't begin to explain to you the good time it was.  I got some great insight in the minds of some great sales people, and figured a few important things out for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two weeks before that are a blur.  A BLUR.  Year end always is, and although this year was nothing like the last one, I am positive that I didn't remember my name for a few days.   It was great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of work not much has been happening and I'm okay with that.   The Mothership came to town and we had a BLAST!!!  My mom is amazing, and I couldn't be happier to call her my mother.  She makes me proud with how much she has grown and changed since divorcing my dad, and it's great to know that she's where I get a lot of me from.  We didn't DO a whole lot, but we relaxed ourselves silly.  I even took some time off of work and it was great.  We did SeaWorld one day, and that was cool for the first time.  I enjoyed the fact that the animals are so much fun and HOLY COW feeding the rays was great!  It's the oddest feeling but oh so cool.  We also did a day at the beach which was an amazing amount of fun.  I just enjoy talking to and spending time with my mom.  She has a love of life, and finds joy in the simplest things.  I can't say enough how much I thank her for teaching me to enjoy what I have and what I'm doing.  And to not always look for something better, but at least be aware that it's out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STARTED BOWLING AGAIN!  Well I kind of did.  I got a ball drilled that I had Dad send down with Mom and practiced for a few days.   Fundage ran a little short and then mom came to town and then year end and kickoff.  But now that all of that is over the fundage will eventually work itself out and I will be able to bowl again.  One of the activities during kickoff, not scheduled by me mind you, was bowling.  And guess who beat all those guys with a house ball and rental shoes with the highest game?  Moi.  of course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... The disney has been great and I have been going regularly.  Trav just got himself an annual pass so let the fun times begin!  We will be visiting regularly I assume and it's going to be awesome :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's see, other than that I got a whole lot of nothing.  As always, much love and adoration to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-7711175319141127322?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7711175319141127322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=7711175319141127322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/7711175319141127322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/7711175319141127322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-snapz.html' title='Oh Snapz.'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-2863455400177105239</id><published>2008-03-31T20:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:24:57.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>It can't come back, it can't...</title><content type='html'>I've had a headache all day... and my throat hurts... and there is a definite mashed potato-ey type of sound to my voice... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not getting sick, I'm not getting sick, I'm not getting sick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allergies be damned... I will Claritin and feel better.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just nurse myself back to health with ice cream?   You think maybe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit on the couch tonight and watch two of my favorite shows.  Ax Men, which is on the History Channel, is a show that follows 4 different logging crews through a season.  I LOVE THEM ALL.  And want to have a beer with them at the bar on Main Street after they get in off the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick any town in the Northwest, a few that I have lived in, and you will find these men.  They are dirty, extremely muscular, and have the most calluses I have ever seen on their hands. And could quite easily be some of the sweetest, nicest most loving men I have ever met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bowling alley in Colville was full of them.  And I always just wanted them to hug me. They were ridiculous flirts, and loved their wives as much as I have ever seen men love women.  Ax Men brings all of that out into the field so you can see how they spend their day.  I knew they came home dirty, but I never knew what they did all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a great show.. but can I seriously get some insight in to the people? &lt;br /&gt;History channel website (www.history.com) you leave me disappointed and wanting more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other show of choice this night is Top Gear.  I heart you Top Gear.  I heart you for your witty British quips, and your blatant use of expletives, and Oliver. I've seen many a Top Gear video on youtube, but I love the show completely.  It's one of my highlights, and it curbs that testosterone craving I occasionally have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's terrible to love television this much, but I do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now off to bed to read, and further my intellectual capacity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'day.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-2863455400177105239?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2863455400177105239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=2863455400177105239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/2863455400177105239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/2863455400177105239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-cant-come-back-it-cant.html' title='It can&apos;t come back, it can&apos;t...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-5751734994854091415</id><published>2008-03-30T21:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:13:15.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walden Media, you delightful bastards....</title><content type='html'>Truth be told I just got done crying my way through "Bridge to Terabithia".  Now,it was no Narnia, which we all know the previews will choke me up, but it was for sure good.  I have to think that the people at Walden have to understand what it means to be a kid, one who read to get away, to read for enjoyment rather than assignment because they get it right every single time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to you, dudes.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the weekend finishing up he room redo.  Bazaam glamour.  This is the best living space i have ever had, hands down.  Thanks and bignups to my personal decorator, sister, and life coach, Melissa.     You did it did it did it didit girrrrrll.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that the new set up has created a little sanctuary and let's just say the extreme reading has once again comenced. I can't get enough.   And it has been some time since that happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I've got for you tonight, I'll write more when I'm not on the phone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-5751734994854091415?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5751734994854091415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=5751734994854091415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/5751734994854091415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/5751734994854091415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2008/03/walden-media-you-delightful-bastards.html' title='Walden Media, you delightful bastards....'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-9164335166710134885</id><published>2008-03-24T23:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:48:12.811-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><title type='text'>Oh my friend, it's good to see you again...</title><content type='html'>Ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tan, toned body is a happy body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throat, tonsils, and adenoids... I thank you for the learning experience.  I also thank you for the two weeks of liquid diet and bland food which prepared  me for the upcoming weeks and got me to stop eating so much junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  You rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no small secret that quitting food was hard for me.  Face it, I like the stuff.  But I quickly found that being rested, having good food in my belly, and getting a little work out on makes me a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and a saturday afternoon room redecoration, but that's a whole other story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found after I started "eating" again that I had an AMAZING amount of energy.  And then I got to thinking, well duh!  of course! I haven't been rested in ALMOST A YEAR.  Can you believe I have been going through this no-breathing-no-sleeping-extreme-headaches-constant-fever for almost a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ray, that is your fault, btw, I won't hear any different)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been going to the gym (all of two days) but for the first time in a long time I actually left the gym wanting to go again the next day.  I know that seems odd, but for the longest time when I could actually get myself up to go all I wanted to do afterward was sleep for 3 days to recover, it was ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I say that a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to hell with it, I'm happy with myself, and my life, and whenever I get that way things get better.  Which I can't seem to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the room redo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to just forget pretending like I like color.  Unless silver is a color,\ it's all about black and white. I guess that excludes eyeshadow (Paint me a rainbow), and some clothes (every once in awhile black tank tops like to have friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the teal has gone away.  And it is being replaced.  I'll post pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should listen to my sister whole heartedly when she tells me what to do to my room.  She tells me, "imagine you are about to watch someone put on makeup, with your makeup tray"... but dammit, I don't want the sticks  by my chandelier painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-9164335166710134885?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/9164335166710134885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=9164335166710134885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/9164335166710134885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/9164335166710134885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-my-friend-its-good-to-see-you-again.html' title='Oh my friend, it&apos;s good to see you again...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-1316609311330042253</id><published>2008-03-19T18:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T18:25:16.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day back...</title><content type='html'>Last day I'm that ambitious without some understanding of what I'm getting myself in to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for a day three weeks from now where I can honestly say that I feel awesome.  Where it doesn't hurt to swallow.  Where I can eat bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was as much of a shock as the first day out of surgery.  It was the first day I had really spent in my normal, comfortable world, and I have to say it almost made me lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy the things that your body goes through when it's healing, and I just didn't think I was that vulnerable, is that wrong?  I mean it never really occurred to me that I could feel this way.  I honestly thought I would be back in the office after 4 days and happy as a clam, with a bit of a sore throat.  I HAD NO IDEA.  none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appointment with the surgeon yesterday was interesting to say the least.  1, it was a different doctor, who had interesting Montana stories that we chatted about.  2, they told it will be 3 more weeks until I am back to normal.  3!!! 3!!!  (I was so excited to type 3 I typed a #... I almost left it to make a point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I am learning that this is what it's like to be human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other developments, huge thanks to T today, who managed to save me while I was going under.  My brain was absolute mush today, and he helped me out, big time.  w00t to you, T.  w00t to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be spending the evening prostrate on the couch trying to put the pieces of my mind together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And singing along to Enchanted in spirit, since I can't do it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-1316609311330042253?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1316609311330042253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=1316609311330042253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/1316609311330042253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/1316609311330042253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-day-back.html' title='First day back...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-1679081984937750348</id><published>2008-03-18T02:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:51:46.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>a bit of random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1czBcnX1Ww&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1czBcnX1Ww&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never post videos... but this one totally weirded me out.  Wait until he kicks it... wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added a twitter to my page... because all I really need in life is someone to talk to... and the internet at large will like my little anecdotes... I also think it will help me remember who I need to blog to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered tonight one of the reasons I miss living with boys... I ironed my clothes for upwards of an hour and a half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ironing, and I love vacuuming, and I love cooking big meals, and just all of that.  I like having a housefull to take care of.  And I seriously miss that in my life now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be time to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the final with the surgeon!  I will then go back to the office.  And they will make fun of my Minnie Mouse voice, but I will be happy to be back.  I miss my office.  A lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.. must sleep and watch the rest of Hitman.. for the 4th time.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-1679081984937750348?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1679081984937750348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=1679081984937750348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/1679081984937750348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/1679081984937750348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2008/03/bit-of-random.html' title='a bit of random...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-4235940746868059338</id><published>2008-03-16T17:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:55:38.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mothership is landing!</title><content type='html'>My Mommy is coming to see us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are so very excited.  I mean, how can you not be.  Have you ever met my mom?   She's three sheets crazy but we love her because that means there is a reason why we are, and we therefore aren't alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about excuses for our odd behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she is here we have big huge gigantic plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe not that huge but we're definitely going to do the things that we love to do together.  That means good food, some fun sights, shopping and movies.   In no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think if you asked any one of us, us being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bigskystarlet&lt;/span&gt;, my mom, or myself, we would probably put them in a completely different order.  And that is definitely what makes us so awesome.  Guarantee, there will be lots of laughing and we'll definitely make my mom say, "OH, you girls"  quite a few times, but for us all it's definitely going to be one of our favorite times this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what it is, but for myself definitely, and I could probably say for my sister too, my mom has some sort of quality that always levels us out.  I mean, she's our mom, and maybe that's just because it's her genetic make-up to make sure we are happy and doing well, but our mom really does that for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my mom is the woman who taught us both to cook, who made me understand the importance of matching my shoes to my dress, who helped me appreciate completely terrible but completely enjoyable action movies, and still manages to be considered sweet and lovely, and cuss like a sailor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because whenever my mom cusses she laughs like she's embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I moved in with my sister we reminisce a lot.  And in a good way because we had a damn good childhood, but 95% of the stories about my mom relate in some way to how one of us is doing something exactly like her.  I can't even say if one of us does it more.  Hands down I have more of my mom's mannerisms, and I attribute that to the fact that I got to be around her more after she came out of the marriage to my dad, and I saw for the first time who she really was, which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; awesome.  But my sister is definitely more like her.  As in she treats situations with the same attitudes, and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I hope she's proud of us, and that we're going to do her proud in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, getting to hear the stories of her life like the time recently when she thought she might have actually killed Bambi, and looking forward to her reactions to how my sister and I have changed since she last saw us including trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;imitate&lt;/span&gt; exactly what she will say in response to something, I get more and more excited about the upcoming visit and what it means to us as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we're all getting older and I know we don't always get to talk all the time.  But dammit if I don't love those girls and look forward to the three of us spending time together making Brian roll his eyes, and pray for help.   (Knowing inside he's enjoying himself, and barely waiting to tell Travis about our silliness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going to be here at the beginning of May, so I have lots of time to get more excited, but I figured I would fill you all in now, since I have the feeling to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lovies&lt;/span&gt; two times today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-4235940746868059338?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/4235940746868059338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=4235940746868059338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/4235940746868059338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/4235940746868059338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2008/03/mothership-is-landing.html' title='The Mothership is landing!'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-2271805480824659900</id><published>2008-03-16T16:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:14:52.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking New Woman and all that Jazzzz!</title><content type='html'>Ahh... What's that sound you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me... content.  Or it could be Minnie Mouse depending on what day it is.   You see, for those of you in the know, you know I had some surgery... FINALLY!!! got my tonsils and adenoids removed, and it's been a completely humbling experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My surgery was scheduled on the 4th.  I went in, in the morning with Brian.  And got ready for surgery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/R92LZa4hC1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XvzOyl3qqGY/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/R92LZa4hC1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XvzOyl3qqGY/s320/download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178448415375297362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture, is what happens when you have Brian in a waiting room with you.  You take pictures with your "Party Hat" at a jaunty angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for a short time and then I was taken in.  One of the last things I remember when I was being taken in for the surgery, and what I chose to be my last words for the next 8 days was notifying the OR at large, "Wow, they sure do let a mess of you in here, don't they?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of my roots come out under anesthesia, ps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25-30 minutes later, I WAS DONE!   Brian says that he was notified that my enormous tonsils had come out and I would be  doing fabulously soon, and he could join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in the recovery room, waiting patiently for the world to right itself.  I end up looking like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/R92N0q4hC2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/kbbXyI-gDjk/s1600-h/download+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/R92N0q4hC2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/kbbXyI-gDjk/s320/download+after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178451082549988194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get very annoyed when small children scream.  I had to ask the nurse, "Do they all act like that?"  She replied with, "You should be here on ___________, when we're busy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with her a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wait a bit so that I wasn't terribly disoriented on the ride home, and the nausea passed from the anesthesia, but I was out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I have to say... Doctors and Nurses, you guys rock.  Carole, who finally found where my IV could go in, and Kathy, my pre op nurse, thanks so much!  You made me feel right at home, and laughed at my terrible jokes.  You rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for your decorating choices....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/R92Osq4hC3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/nwgwR3j_Fpo/s1600-h/download+dogs+eat+babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/R92Osq4hC3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/nwgwR3j_Fpo/s320/download+dogs+eat+babies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178452044622662514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why must the dog eat the baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So since that day I have been home.  It was 3 solid days of sleeping, followed by 7 days of lots of napping, but working too.   And now 3 or 4 days of what seem like normal, except for the Minnie Mouse voice, which comes and goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still some pain. I assume there will be until my muscles stop being so weirded out by the fact that they don't have my GINORMOUS tonsils to keep tabs on.  But, I'm getting used to the liquid diet and small bites.  It makes me eat less like a farm hand, and more like a lady.  (Listen, I know I'm weird, but don't judge me by my table manners it's about my upbringing, and really not my fault)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm toying with going back to work tomorrow, but I don't know that I'm ready.   I would really like a few more days... so I might go in for a few hours and just see how things go.  But who knows, you might be hearing from me sooner rather than later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all for this evening, it's now time for a little guilty pleasure that is the Cutting Edge Marathon on ABC Family... We shall discuss tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-2271805480824659900?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2271805480824659900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=2271805480824659900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/2271805480824659900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/2271805480824659900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2008/03/freaking-new-woman-and-all-that-jazzzz.html' title='Freaking New Woman and all that Jazzzz!'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/R92LZa4hC1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/XvzOyl3qqGY/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-145085194024701491</id><published>2008-02-23T06:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T07:06:04.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Arial Narrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Wow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I think I might be defined by my font. In response, I am writing this blog in the un-font, Courier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;But seriously, I like it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;One thing that I have begun to notice is that people have a hard time stepping away from a font if they get used to it.  Now this does not apply to the "color fonters".  People with extreme color fonting or an excessive use of smileys DO NOT APPLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;If you have ever gotten an IM/email like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;OMG!  How are you today? (L) IS everything okay? (R)  What's on your agenda for Lunch? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(J)(M)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not only do you not support Smileys, but this person looks like they might have tourettes.  And some issues.  Because honestly, I only talk like that to people who I know are about to snap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This all came up, because I was putting some documents together and realized that I couldn't get it to look right.  Everything I tried looked like poo.  Justifications seemed off, spacing, margins everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Until I changed it to Arial Narrow and all was right with the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think  might have just confirmed any and all OCD's I have with that statement, ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does your font say about you?   (Wingdings don't apply, although I know some people who it should apply to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-145085194024701491?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/145085194024701491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=145085194024701491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/145085194024701491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/145085194024701491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-arial-narrow.html' title='I am Arial Narrow.'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-472628431408240266</id><published>2008-01-20T21:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:29:55.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I should just apologize now...</title><content type='html'>I am sorry.  I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be darned if it hasn't been a year.  Things you need to know about the last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;I am still at the same job.&lt;br /&gt;I finally got a tattoo.  Actually 3 of them.&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I are better friends than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Your mom.&lt;br /&gt;I am typing this on my iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;I am typing this on my iPhone because I'm having a sleep study done.&lt;br /&gt;I have had strep like 5 times since April, so I am having a sleep study so i know if I for sure need tonsil surgery.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my momma.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sleepy and will finish this post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-472628431408240266?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/472628431408240266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=472628431408240266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/472628431408240266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/472628431408240266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2008/01/maybe-i-should-just-apologize-now.html' title='Maybe I should just apologize now...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-7239556628961691546</id><published>2007-01-07T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T12:08:35.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The need has arisen.</title><content type='html'>I am blogging today.  I feel the need.  But what to talk about I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year of change has happened and now is getting even better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my morning today, having me time.  That’s what you do on your day.  I got up, took an hour long bath with lots of smelly stuff.  Then I put on my tank top and my favorite peasant skirt, after taking a ridiculously long time to get ready, and went for a ride on the Herbinator.  He got a bit of a tune up yesterday and was aching to go out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you missed the most important part of that paragraph, I wore A TANK TOP AND SKIRT OUTSIDE (oh yeah, and my fuzzy slippers)…. On January 7, 2007.  That’s right.  I can not remember one time I have ever done that in all of my 25 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that at this age life was supposed to start sucking.  Oddly, mine is getting that much better.   And just keeps going.  Like, who would have guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downfall today, I am flying back to Washington for most of the day unexpectedly.  Details to follow.  I’ll be looking the homies up, for sure!  I am seeming to be in the area until Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent last night at the MX track.  I will never get tired of that smell and noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is a million places today.  And 99.9% of them are amazing ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure I will write on the plane… I like doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovies everyone, thanks for everything this weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-7239556628961691546?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7239556628961691546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=7239556628961691546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/7239556628961691546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/7239556628961691546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2007/01/need-has-arisen.html' title='The need has arisen.'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-1754553107628402118</id><published>2006-12-06T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T15:24:35.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santy Closet….</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I’ve been running late the last couple of days and you haven’t gotten to wiggle your eyebrows at me and wave. I’ve missed you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question, what sort of features does your Bentley have? And why isn’t it tinted more? Because you want me to see you wiggle your eyebrows? In that case, I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to put in some things on my Christmas list….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys hooded sweatshirts, preferably still bearing some cologne from said guy. Those are the best when they are still warm and smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anchor Blue Certificates. I heart clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach and I need a fridge for our corner. K.. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slippers. I love slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...... Santa, I like your eyebrows. Work out the above list, and maybe one day you’ll find me leaning on your Bentley when you leave wherever it is you go every morning at 8:10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-1754553107628402118?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1754553107628402118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=1754553107628402118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/1754553107628402118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/1754553107628402118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-santy-closet.html' title='Dear Santy Closet….'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-5054748105830856116</id><published>2006-12-01T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T10:00:55.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New…. Holy Cow, it’s already December 1st??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don’t know about y’all, but damn. I can’t believe that the year has gone by so quickly. Not only have I relocated twice, but I’ve unloaded baggage, and came out on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m flush. I’ve got everything I need and more… Bwahaha, including a brand new wardrobe from my amazingly shrinking body. Now if only I could add a couple of inches of height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, as I was celebrating Thursday, I realized that I am exactly where I should be. And I couldn’t be happier to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Now you need to relocate too. Yea, I mean you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a lyric for you from the best half hour of my day with Herbie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The rest is still unwritten"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you’s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-5054748105830856116?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5054748105830856116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=5054748105830856116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/5054748105830856116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/5054748105830856116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-holy-cow-its-already-december.html' title='Happy New…. Holy Cow, it’s already December 1st??'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-1720657265416897048</id><published>2006-11-24T09:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T09:40:49.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I’m Thankful For ’06</title><content type='html'>There is so much that I am happy about and Thankful for this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all the upheaval and changes I have come out better than ever, and on top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top of my list this year, is definitely my sister and Brian.  They are in short, amazing.  They have helped me up when I was down, been the best friends I can ask for, and never cease to make me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second are my best friends.  There is one guy, and one girl out there who have been awesome.  To Miss C I say Thank you.  For knowing unlike anyone else what it is like to be me, and to have to get through it.  Mr. S, You are my favorite.  Always.  J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that come so many things… I am rich in so many ways.  The BBCCT’s, the bad Rachel, The new friends I’ve made here in Orlando, and some old friends I’ve hooked up with again recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERBIE!  You make my day, twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contentment isn’t a bad thing.  As long as it means you are happy with what you have so far.  Not that you’re going to be that way for the rest of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that sense, I am the manifestation of contentment.  And soo excited for all the better things to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-1720657265416897048?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1720657265416897048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=1720657265416897048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/1720657265416897048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/1720657265416897048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-im-thankful-for-06.html' title='Things I’m Thankful For ’06'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-116294142951285628</id><published>2006-11-07T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:17:09.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Rain</title><content type='html'>Before I moved down here, all anyone talked about was hurricanes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scoffed at them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, those pictures of the hurricanes waving in the rain and wind, are all the same.  Some dude from a TV Station took it back in 1972 and they just load that clip up every time some crazy woman hurricane comes to visit.  It doesn’t really do that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you see it in action.  Okay, so it’s just raining kinda hard… but when you look on to rain like that and know you have to get on a wonderful gentleman named Herbie to get home… don’t think you don’t see those pictures in your minds of the cars actually floating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet it takes 2.2 centimeters of water for Herbie to hydroplane and Rachel to go kaboom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why right now I am sitting at work, waiting for the Brian… the resident Knight in Shining armor of the Householder (and Sikorski) Women, to come pick me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/frances_trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/400/frances_trees.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-116294142951285628?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/116294142951285628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=116294142951285628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116294142951285628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116294142951285628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/11/le-rain.html' title='Le Rain'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-116224786546957127</id><published>2006-10-30T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:37:45.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not leave a bologna sandwich in your cubby...</title><content type='html'>For it starts to smell… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired and got slightly delirious today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angered over the fact that I tried to send a friend a birthday present, and Fed-Ex lost it.  Damn you fed-ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a salute to my internet illiteracy, I signed up for online banking, paypal, ebay and some other website today.  I think it might have been midget porn.  I was just clicking next and inputing my name by the end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burnt out on website sign up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start lieing randomly to people.  It sounds like fun.  I will concoct stories, about pet monkeys, and undercover missions.  And simply tell people I was doing nothing.  Only let little bits slip or be read on the internet.  Things under the heading “Agent R tells All!”  Only the story says,   “She was doing all kinds of stuff.  Stuff she normally does. Like rescue those one people.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the following, found on Urban Dictionary.com… notice who it is used by.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liek omgz &lt;br /&gt; The liek comes from a misspelling of like, while the omgz comes from a weird z-addition of omg which stands for oh my god or oh my gosh. Usually used by people who slam their heads on the keyboard and cannot spell for shit, e.g. valleygirls, preppy people who type in sticky caps, or 12-year-olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;girl one&gt; liek omgz diz guy spred a rumer abut meh..,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;girl two&gt; omgzzz!111 wut a meenee!!11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;girl one&gt; i nooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;girl two&gt; i no u shud haff sbex wiff his gf hed get reeel mad!111 majer paybek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;girl one&gt; wowww liek omgz u r teh so smaert!111 thx babiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;by Alanax0rz May 23, 2004 email it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-116224786546957127?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/116224786546957127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=116224786546957127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116224786546957127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116224786546957127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-not-leave-bologna-sandwich-in-your.html' title='Do not leave a bologna sandwich in your cubby...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-116217571038130746</id><published>2006-10-29T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:35:10.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There are Blogs, and there are Blogs...</title><content type='html'>And today I feel the need to "blog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an amazing weekend. I can't begin to explain how amazing my weekend was. There were so many good times. There was once again lots of Sangria involved.. which might have become my almost drink of choice. There is more study needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I feel the need to express some feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings like pride and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride because my boys made me so so so happy this weekend. I love to see them changing some bad habits that they totally know they have. I have always been proud of them, and think that they are amazing. But to see them become people who will rule the world just makes there be a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It puts into great contrast the people who have yet to change. And still have some of the most embarrassing behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just feel sorry for them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say big kudos to new friends. New friends that feel like they could easily be lasting friendships. Many people that I have yet to meet.. *ahem* but still think of as bad a**.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize now that giving up friends for the last few years, was probably one of the stupidest things I have done is a whole mess of stupid things. Stupid things I don't need to get into now.. because I'll tell you a secret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Whispers* I'm over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-116217571038130746?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/116217571038130746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=116217571038130746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116217571038130746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116217571038130746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/10/there-are-blogs-and-there-are-blogs.html' title='There are Blogs, and there are Blogs...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-116176356838205914</id><published>2006-10-25T04:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T04:06:08.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th POST!  Things I don't understand...</title><content type='html'>Girls who use the word Hott. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirational quotes associated with people who aren't inspriational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly cars, and the people who drive them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using Bumper Stickers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Food... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those white boxers that skaters/emos let hang out of their pants.  How institutional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are negative and don't find a way to enjoy the situation they are in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settling for less than you deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those little seeds some people put in spaghetti... I think it's fennel.  Fennel = eww... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not liking a good blog every once in awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are high maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not loving yourself... where's the fun in that?  (Be you, like Steve says)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weakness of mind, body and spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How people in Florida can go their whole life and never see snow.  I miss snow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-116176356838205914?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/116176356838205914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=116176356838205914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116176356838205914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116176356838205914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-100th-post-things-i-dont-understand.html' title='My 100th POST!  Things I don&apos;t understand...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-116164367427510582</id><published>2006-10-23T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:47:54.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I left it in the door...</title><content type='html'>honestly don't know the number of times I've unlocked a door, walked into a house with my hands full, and then left the key right there in the door as it shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then forgotten it until the next morning. I usually find out about the same time I am frantically searching for my keys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!?! You're amazed I've done that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, of course you aren't. Because if you've known me for 5 seconds you know I have a one track mind, and do these things often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like... turn the oven on to cook, and forget I left the cookies I baked three days ago inside. Until the house was filled with smoke (I did that with a house full of people... ps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like... go to work, open the trunk of my car to get something out, and not realized I didn't shut it until I leave to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a smart girl. I'm VERY organized. 99.9% of the time. But I'm sure a doozy that .1%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I leave my bedroom messy for extended periods? no. Do I live a life of inefficiency at work so that nothing gets done? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply find locking and latching devices unneccesary, and therefore block out my use of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why as we were sitting down to a wonderful apple roasted chicked and fresh garlic green bean dinner, there was a knock at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our kind neighbor letting us know that the car door wasn't shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the car keys were in the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-116164367427510582?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/116164367427510582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=116164367427510582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116164367427510582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116164367427510582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes-i-left-it-in-door.html' title='Yes, I left it in the door...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-116127157610107804</id><published>2006-10-19T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:30:53.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why I love my new job, and more!</title><content type='html'>There is something to be said for a new environment.  Back in the day at Harry’s, they used to call me a Chameleon, because no situation fazed me, I simply adapted and ran with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the 7 moves in the last 3 years happened, and you could say I like that change.  My sister says I need to figure out what’s making me unhappy, and then change it so I can stay in one place for longer than 5 minutes. Eh… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Seattle with the intention of going back.  I realized recently that doesn’t need to happen any time soon.  I LOVED Seattle. And I will end up there.  But what’s the point?  I still have all my friends, and I talk to most of them more now than when I lived there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being here in Florida is one of the best two day decisions I have made in a long time.  Do I miss certain people and parts of Seattle?  OF COURSE. Sometimes I think about it and get sad.  Then I realize there is no point and enjoy where I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But working and living here is awesome.  You can’t beat “no jacket needed” weather in October.  I mean, hello, it’s almost November, and I’m still wearing a mini most of the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is da bomb.  (And Brian is okay too.  Hehe, I love you Bri Bri… but seriously, you’re really nursing my already out of control TV addictions.  Geeks Rule!) They have totally been there for me.  I already have some of the most awesome memories being here.  My favorites include the night Herbie came home, the recent HHN, and some of the best times ever just sitting around the house.  They laugh and enjoy life every moment of the day.  No matter how shitty work was that day, or whatever is going on, they come home and unload.  They laugh and quote movies. They like to be around each other.  And aren’t afraid to show it.  Hey people… do you get how important it is to laugh every day?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve found my laughter.  I didn’t realize how much I missed it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my new job… wow.  I stumbled into a gold mine here.  Working for a software company means people are smart.  There is a lot of intelligence running around the office.  On top of that, they are damn cool.  The girls are all awesome.  They are there if I need them, have senses of humor, and the kind of women I want to be in 5 years. I wouldn’t give any part of my BBCCT’s up.  But that whole construction environment just wasn’t nearly as friendly.  And those boys weren’t even half the snappy dressers these people are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lol, I know I promised not to write anymore happy posts because you were all tired of hearing them.  And this wasn’t meant to be one… but it’s kind of hard to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I started this post was this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our office ran out of coffee.  Someone had to go buy some until our coffee service could provide new.  So what happened? Our training manager went out to get some.  Came back with 3 kinds: Espresso, Regular, and Vanilla.  Sends out an office wide email, saying hey, this is what I got, I recommend you put this much in, and if not, click below.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coffee"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I heart geeks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-116127157610107804?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/116127157610107804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=116127157610107804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116127157610107804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116127157610107804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/10/reasons-why-i-love-my-new-job-and-more.html' title='Reasons why I love my new job, and more!'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-116122929816766178</id><published>2006-10-18T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:41:38.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not disappointed... exactly...</title><content type='html'>So he won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say dammit.  but then again, the show is about innovation.  And so I will accept his victory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly I wanted all of Uli's clothes to be in my closet.  Now.  Cause they were pretty much the hotness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal's clothes were once again beautiful, but they got a little ghetto fab, and if that's what you're going for, he was the man for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura's clothes, were quite simply, fabulous.  But not really something that I would wear, then again they weren't meant to be worn all the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have the least to say about Jeffrey's clothes, because I wouldn't wear them.  They just looked a little to unkempt for me.  I like structure. And black accents, and animal prints.  Which is why his clothes completely didn't appeal to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this was definitely the best season so far.  I liked the people, yeah, Santino and Andrae and Nick were better entertainment, but their clothes just didn't cut it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. woot to Project Runway.  You made my tv season grand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can go back to not watching television.  And then I will be fantastic.  cause I will have more gym times and running around with the homies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Rach turning 21 on Friday. It's going to be a blast, and then we can go out and rally.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and PS... I rule.  bwahahahahahah I totally kicked it's ass and took names.  It's good to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-116122929816766178?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/116122929816766178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=116122929816766178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116122929816766178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116122929816766178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-not-disappointed-exactly.html' title='I&apos;m not disappointed... exactly...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-116096470111370888</id><published>2006-10-15T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:11:41.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh that's right... she fierce.</title><content type='html'>here is something so fantabulous about going to a gay bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because you can wonderfully flirt with all these boys, and you don't have to worry one little bit about them actually being boys and doing something stupid or unappealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Rupaul last night at the Parliament house... and holy cow was that fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time, and I almost had to start a fight with some 45 year old "bear" type bitch who pushed me when I was on the ledge of a damn pool. Hello! Way to push the girl in the 4 inch heels, and not push the 6'5" ogre in front of me pushing me back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn it was fun. And I saw some of the nicest breasts I have ever seen on one of the drag queens. Although I only marginally understand that the drag queen had boobs... but kinda not. I guess it's the thing. All I know is they was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And probably essspensive. (bwhahahahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also developed a charming little dialect over the weekend. That makes me giggle whenever I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a good time. I'm looking forward to more good ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart yous.. missed everyone who's calls I couldn't seem to get to this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had an awesome time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-116096470111370888?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/116096470111370888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=116096470111370888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116096470111370888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116096470111370888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-thats-right-she-fierce.html' title='Oh that&apos;s right... she fierce.'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-116085215451814905</id><published>2006-10-14T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:55:54.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being an real Adult 101</title><content type='html'>I have been having an awesome time this weekend... first the HHN. Which was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they told me we were going to Ole' Ole' for dinner, I was thinking hells yeah, I'm gonna have me some enchiladas, and chips and salsa and rock out... Go home full and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended up being that times 1 billion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole' Ole', is a Spanish restaurant. No ..42 on the menu. It's like blended chihuahuas, and spanish sausage, and food in a sauce. You always know how ra sha sha a restaurant is by the descriptions. If they say the chicken is in "a (insert descriptive word here) sauce, with a side of (insert some sort of side dish that takes longer than the 20 minutes for rice a roni)" you are not at your friendly neighborhood mexican restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose to have an array of Tapas, or appetizers to work our way through the meal. That and some wonderful Sangria made the Racher have one fantastic night. We ended up staying at the restaurant for well over 3 hours. I haven't enjoyed a meal that much in years. Wait... the night of my mom's birthday was a good time... but I sure didn't laugh as much as I did last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps. to those of you I left a long winded voicemail... sorry :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I had the most amazing amount of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about Travis that just makes you want to laugh. Combined with how much I laugh around Brian and Melissa alone. Good Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that I'm not the only 24 year old on the planet who doesn't have to get drunk to have fun. Who can enjoy a glass of wine and conversation, and just have a good time with other adults. It's not about who I can take home, or how many shots I had, but that everyone (And I mean everyone) has a fantastic time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it was a good idea to come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I chose to skip out on the convention today and also leave Melissa and Duane to their thrifting and just take a day for myself. I'm so happy I glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of glowing. You should see my skin! I seriously haven't been this healthy in five years. Shit, I don't think I've been this healthy my whole life. Inside and outside. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-116085215451814905?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/116085215451814905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=116085215451814905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116085215451814905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116085215451814905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/10/being-real-adult-101.html' title='Being an real Adult 101'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-116074695006728787</id><published>2006-10-13T09:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T09:43:54.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick little "chestnut"...</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry I've been delinquent.  I have been posting blogs like a bad ass on Myspace.  But not posting them here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm make sure to at least copy the juicy ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See below.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart yous... bitchez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-116074695006728787?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/116074695006728787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=116074695006728787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116074695006728787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116074695006728787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/10/quick-little-chestnut_13.html' title='A Quick little &quot;chestnut&quot;...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-116074692895267963</id><published>2006-10-13T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T09:42:08.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I had to Stiff-Arm Hannibal Lecter...</title><content type='html'>I need to start this blog with a few little tidbits of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep with a nightlight.  I wake up with those super creepy nightmares where my heart is racing and swear someone is in the room.  I can’t walk into or out of a dark room.  I can’t walk up a flight of stairs out of a basement without turning around. It weirds me out when I can’t see around the curve in a hallway.  And this is all in my own house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine my surprise when I somehow got talked into going to Halloween Horror Nights.  For those of you not in the know, Halloween Horror Nights, to most, is a drunken festival of horror, where Universal Studios puts on a night of themed Haunted Houses and Halloween type goodness.  The streets of Universal are filled with Creepy Scarecrows, Vampires, Goblins, and Zombies (Go Steve!).  There were seriously midgets in Goblin suits.  Midgets in Goblin suits = Super Creepy.  Just ask Duane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The half-hour waits for the Houses sucked. But I have to say, all but one completely made up for it.   And the one that didn’t wasn’t the houses fault.  It was the stupid 16 year old drunk girls.  (I have decided I have a ridiculous aversion to the 16-21 year old girls of the world… ps. you’re annoying)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking that I wouldn’t be scared any more.  That this time when I went through the house I would realize it was all fake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I swear to god, that zombie girl licked my ear.  The boys try to say that she was obviously a Lesbian Zombie.  And I know I’m hot... but come on.  She like blew really moist air or something.  Right on that spot on the back of my ear.  Yeah, you know that spot.  The same spot that if anyone touches on me is a complete turn on… UNLESS I’M SCARED OUT OF MY DAMN MIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the black light room, where I paused to admire my UV responsive Nail Polish.  Damn it was sexy.  Until that eyeball man popped out of nowhere.  Sweet Jesus Mary.  I’m pretty sure at that point in time I had thoughts of burying myself under Travis’ shirt until we got out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I had a fabulous night.  And I totally look forward to next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, ya herr?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Year.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-116074692895267963?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/116074692895267963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=116074692895267963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116074692895267963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/116074692895267963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-had-to-stiff-arm-hannibal-lecter.html' title='I had to Stiff-Arm Hannibal Lecter...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-115365102511847698</id><published>2006-07-23T06:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T06:37:05.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another great weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/BBCCTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/400/BBCCTS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M came to visit! I miss my other BBCCTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-115365102511847698?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/115365102511847698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=115365102511847698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/115365102511847698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/115365102511847698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-great-weekend.html' title='Another great weekend!'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-115315337363348952</id><published>2006-07-17T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:22:53.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/100_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/320/100_0368.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good weekend... lol.. here's the evidence... I haven't laughed this hard in a long time, I think the best parts involved sunshine, bowling, and rides in the evo... I could use more weekends like that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-115315337363348952?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/115315337363348952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=115315337363348952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/115315337363348952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/115315337363348952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-had-good-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-115315316965876801</id><published>2006-07-17T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:19:29.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/100_0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/320/100_0369.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-115315316965876801?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/115315316965876801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=115315316965876801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/115315316965876801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/115315316965876801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-115189424277828328</id><published>2006-07-02T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:37:22.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Strangers!</title><content type='html'>So it's been awhile since I wrote. Things have been fantabulous.  I'm just enjoying the summer. I have to admit, my new job has made me appreciate the summer even more.  I have also been appreciative of my bomb tan.  heck yes bitchezz.  Cocoa butter is back!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house has been awesome, we are getting through the summer with relative ease, because living in the basement means we are staying cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben headed out for the weekend, to Idaho Falls I believe.  I'm just chilling here and enjoying the quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a upnote, I have been thinking about it for the past couple of days and I have decided I am super stoked for my mom to come visit at the end of the summer.  We are going to have a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all for now, sorry I dont have more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAlk to you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teh Rahzel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-115189424277828328?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/115189424277828328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=115189424277828328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/115189424277828328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/115189424277828328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-strangers.html' title='Hello Strangers!'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-115021846730099571</id><published>2006-06-13T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:07:47.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More of my kitties...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/DSCF0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/200/DSCF0110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/DSCF0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/200/DSCF0106.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it seems Moww Moww has gotten eczema.  Poor baby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-115021846730099571?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/115021846730099571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=115021846730099571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/115021846730099571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/115021846730099571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-of-my-kitties.html' title='More of my kitties...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114986585956595402</id><published>2006-06-09T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:14:39.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumbled across something yesterday...</title><content type='html'>And all I have to say is good lord save us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://psc.disney.go.com/disneychannel/originalmovies/highschoolmusical/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114986585956595402?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114986585956595402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114986585956595402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114986585956595402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114986585956595402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/06/stumbled-across-something-yesterday.html' title='Stumbled across something yesterday...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114945739991911790</id><published>2006-06-04T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T17:43:19.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a new week...</title><content type='html'>Good thing it starts tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having a great week, haven't done too much, work is still awesome.  That's been amazing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm ready to go back.  Yea for mondays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114945739991911790?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114945739991911790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114945739991911790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114945739991911790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114945739991911790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-need-new-week.html' title='I need a new week...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114879027488561967</id><published>2006-05-28T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:24:34.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I could really fall in love...</title><content type='html'>With my office!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, I am rachel and I have an office.  HOW EFFING COOL IS THAT?  I finally got it all set up and pretty.  I found some things today at michael's to spruce up the place.  and I visited a store called Tuesday Morning.  hello, I'm creepy, and I'm tuesday Morning.  Don't go there without back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the deal, it's supposed to be my day off, and I have been here since 11.  the problem you ask?   I like it here, so there is no problem. Back in the days of the bowling alley I used to spend days in my office, I find that is the case again.  I wonder if they would let me paint... the walls are all beat up... i should put that to someone... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon (ecspecially you momma.  I miss you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114879027488561967?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114879027488561967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114879027488561967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114879027488561967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114879027488561967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-could-really-fall-in-love.html' title='I could really fall in love...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114809655401252537</id><published>2006-05-19T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:42:34.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new best friend!!!</title><content type='html'>I got a present from this last business trip... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/all%20of%20her.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/320/all%20of%20her.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/her%20front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/320/her%20front.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/Her%20profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/320/Her%20profile.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/when%20you%20flip%20up%20her%20skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/320/when%20you%20flip%20up%20her%20skirt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she beautiful!  I lub her!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114809655401252537?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114809655401252537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114809655401252537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114809655401252537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114809655401252537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-new-best-friend.html' title='My new best friend!!!'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114762982722507143</id><published>2006-05-14T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:03:47.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm spent...</title><content type='html'>Well it's done.  I will be starting my new job on Monday.  I think I am going to enjoy working with boys.  Pretty much because I like boys best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatev. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is taking me shopping today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun in Vegas, Momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachey mcracherton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114762982722507143?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114762982722507143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114762982722507143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114762982722507143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114762982722507143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-im-spent.html' title='And I&apos;m spent...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114732461569670686</id><published>2006-05-11T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T01:16:55.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Milton....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/DSCF0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/400/DSCF0103.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our cat Milton.  Technically he's Ben's, but he loves me best.  We try to keep it on the DL cause ben gets jealous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this pic, he's hyped up on cat nip.  and tuna... I pretty much spoil the shit out of them when Ben isn't home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lub you buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114732461569670686?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114732461569670686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114732461569670686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114732461569670686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114732461569670686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/05/milton.html' title='Milton....'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114723322877213251</id><published>2006-05-09T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T23:53:49.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so really though... interesting...</title><content type='html'>I had a day today.  Ben left for Orlando-Ocala.  and then all I wanted to do the rest of the day is take a nap.  So I made some lunch and then went tanning, and then I did just that.  I'm watching the tv's and then I'm going to crash out.  The idea was to go to the gym.  but I just don't have the motivation.  I'm going to just go to bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could get my voice to go back to normal that would be fantastic.  I sound like Demi again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114723322877213251?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114723322877213251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114723322877213251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114723322877213251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114723322877213251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-really-though-interesting.html' title='so really though... interesting...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114689176217173936</id><published>2006-05-06T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:02:42.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo...</title><content type='html'>Is that how you spell it?  Like the condiment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've remarked on it before, but evidently I must reiterate.  I'm tired of sitting home alone.  I don't really know why I do it even.  I guess I should just say fuck it and go somewhere.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do I do?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the bar alone, and the chances of me not getting picked up are slim to none.  And that's not why I want to go out.  I mean seriously, a girl goes into a bar alone, even if she is the dog ugliest girl on the planet she is going to get hit on.  That interests me about none.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I make friends.  Well here's the issue... I like to hang out with guys.  I love to be the token girl in a group. I love to be the one they talk to and hang with and just chill. I like the movies they do, and the jokes they do.... Besides...  OTHER GIRLS MY AGE ANNOY ME!  Therefore spending any sort of time with a gaggle of them doesn't appeal.  But seriously, me hanging out with a bunch of guys constantly is going to fly like a bird without wings.  So not really going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a great day.  I had some good meetings and I'm looking forward to finding out what will happen in the coming week.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall spend the rest of my night with a movie and a book.  Sad. lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, soon to be something emo like, broken Bird wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114689176217173936?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114689176217173936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114689176217173936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114689176217173936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114689176217173936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco de Mayo...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114681645632232303</id><published>2006-05-05T03:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T04:07:36.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why this town makes me happy *a blog in pictures*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/DSCF0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/320/DSCF0100.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/DSCF0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/320/DSCF0105.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/DSCF0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/320/DSCF0112.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this is my backyard tonight at 7 ish when I was outside enjoying the birds chirping and the warm 65-70 degree temps.  I was happy as a clam with my Nora Roberts book, and my slippers on.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/DSCF0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/320/DSCF0113.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one slight problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/DSCF0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/400/DSCF0107.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What does this little boy do?  and why is he posistioned over a big round thing full of dirt?   You silly little boyo you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114681645632232303?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114681645632232303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114681645632232303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114681645632232303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114681645632232303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-this-town-makes-me-happy-blog-in.html' title='Why this town makes me happy *a blog in pictures*'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114651768606910427</id><published>2006-05-01T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:08:07.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics for you...</title><content type='html'>The best part of this gihugeic house?   My gihugeic kitchen.   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/DSCF0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/200/DSCF0080.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/DSCF0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/200/DSCF0078.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/DSCF0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/200/DSCF0077.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/DSCF0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/200/DSCF0085.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;did I mention this is right outside my house? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/DSCF0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/200/DSCF0083.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I live here.  Seriously...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114651768606910427?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114651768606910427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114651768606910427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114651768606910427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114651768606910427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-pics-for-you.html' title='Some pics for you...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114643104574158780</id><published>2006-04-30T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T17:04:05.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is something funny about that isn't there?</title><content type='html'>So today is one of those days where I really just want to do something.  Something fun or something fantastic.  Something that I haven't done a million times or in a long while.  It probably won't happen.  That's just the nature of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I did something fantastic today and cut the shit out of my hair.  As you know home hair cuts usually go well for me.  I think this one has, but you can never tell from day one. lol, and for those of you that have ever tried to get to know me, you know what kind of mood I'm in when I need to do a home haircut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know, that means don't test me. Cause I'm having one of those cut the bullshit type of days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to enjoy the sunshine and have a fantastic day, I miss my mowwws and haven't hung out with them in awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rach.... and that's all today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114643104574158780?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114643104574158780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114643104574158780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114643104574158780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114643104574158780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-is-something-funny-about-that.html' title='There is something funny about that isn&apos;t there?'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114586266476813017</id><published>2006-04-24T02:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T03:15:34.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>isn't just a song by staind.... appropriately it is also the title of this blog... &lt;br /&gt;(Because I should just be called Captain Obvious) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been crazy lately.  In a really good way, I have been loving life and totally look forward to the summer coming.  The sunshine has been super fabulous, and it's staying an unbelievable 65 here.  I look so forward to the weather, so I hear it will be crazy sunshine and 65 most of the summer.  It's incredibly unhumid.  BTW, did I mention that everyone should just move here because it's perfect?  Hello, I live five minutes from the IKEA, 3 targets, and like 25 million different other things that are great about seattle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys took me to this park today that overlooked the Space Needle and Mt. Rainer (I Think) and the Puget Sound.  All from one little park no bigger than a city block. It was beautiful, and just as soon as I get the pictures downloaded I will show them to you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out I am moving to the sales floor starting next period. Let's hope this means good things.  It's got to right?  So if you know anyone in the Northern Seattle Area, make them come buy stuff from me.  Thanks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to what is to come... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone but Ben is brushing the kitties, and it's really freaking adorable how he laughs and talks to them.  lol... I know we both do it.  But it's hilarious to watch someone else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy I'm thinking about you, and you better call me after tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The racherimcmeisternator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114586266476813017?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114586266476813017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114586266476813017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114586266476813017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114586266476813017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114489831303886392</id><published>2006-04-12T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:18:33.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh Evo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/DSCF0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/320/DSCF0211.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114489831303886392?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114489831303886392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114489831303886392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114489831303886392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114489831303886392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/04/teh-evo.html' title='Teh Evo'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114489660450536597</id><published>2006-04-12T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:50:04.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mowws hate me... this is the look I have been getting all day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/evil%20eyes.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/320/evil%20eyes.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had them spayed and declawed.  =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114489660450536597?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114489660450536597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114489660450536597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114489660450536597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114489660450536597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-mowws-hate-me-this-is-look-i-have.html' title='My Mowws hate me... this is the look I have been getting all day...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114350865942841555</id><published>2006-03-27T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:17:39.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF Bitch...</title><content type='html'>That's what I said to myself today when I realized it had been 20 days since I posted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm MUCHO sorry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been crazy.  WE moved to Bellevue.  Into a 3000 square foot house.  And it is in a word FUCKING-FANTASTIC-YOU-MOFO's. The hyphens make that one word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my sister, she seems to have things going on with her life that she chooses not to tell me about because I have to read that she had some work thing going on on Bri's blog.  Weirdo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm continuing on my inner growth.  My boss says to me everyday when we finally have the store to ourselves, "Alright, fill me in on the drama that is your inner growth saga" I know secretly inside she loves it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we talked a long time about me overcoming my vomit of the mouth.  Ecspecially where Ben is concerned. I get really insecure about our relationship and then I nag him.  And I pester him. and I just want to know everything that is going on where he is concerned.  And then I think about how I would feel if he did that to me and I would seriously punch him in the throat.  Thank god he hasn't done that to me. (Thanks honey!)  But I'm learning.  When did I become needy?  EWW... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it stems back from the spoiled bratness of my childhood.  Which I'm slowly getting over.  slowly but surely. &lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my way to take over the world after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after I conquer my newfound library obsession. I have some 13 books checked out right now.  Every time I go I find something new.  And then I read it. I love it, and it's helping to pass the time till summer.   I'm stoked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love you guys and I have some other stories to tell... but they will have to happen at a later date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rachey mcRacherton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114350865942841555?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114350865942841555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114350865942841555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114350865942841555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114350865942841555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/03/wtf-bitch.html' title='WTF Bitch...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114169386567595296</id><published>2006-03-06T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:11:05.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Careful, You are dealing with a Wanted Woman...</title><content type='html'>So in case you didn't read previously I am looking for a second job.  I have been applying a couple places, like Rite Aid, and Kellogg, and some other random places.  And low and behold, I got offered like 3 jobs today.  Why am I so cool?  Probably because I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having a great day, added some new pics, and then just chilled mostly.  Finished a book, about to cook some dinner, anyone for chicken? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think with this new job I will be so over the way I was feeling a couple of days ago.  No need for that regret.  It's sooo gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how much I've emotionally grown in the last month?  hehe, do I need your approval?  No, but it's sure nice to have it.  Do I have to have someone love me to be happy?  No, but I will love you, and we'll see how it goes.  If it doesn't work out, then we know it wasn't my fault.  Should I pretty much just quit BS-ing and take over the world now?   Sounds like a good deal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I can not begin to tell you how happy I am!  This is the bestest feeling ever... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel the almighty, powerful and allknowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  I did repost this from myspace.  Sorry if it's a repeat for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114169386567595296?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114169386567595296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114169386567595296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114169386567595296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114169386567595296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/03/careful-you-are-dealing-with-wanted.html' title='Careful, You are dealing with a Wanted Woman...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114150483838077174</id><published>2006-03-04T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T15:40:38.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You gotta double bag the cat poop...</title><content type='html'>When did we get a new brawny man?  I was changing the paper towels today and realized that he wasn't that 70's porn star mustache man I was used to.  How rude.  And why didn't anyone tell me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That almost wrecked my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a second note.  I'm moving to Bellevue.  Ben has been wanting to move, and now he gets to live in Bellevue.  I'm a little stressed about the commute.  But I will just have to give it a try.  What could it hurt right?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all and miss you bunches I will talk to you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel a.k.a. Kelly Alder.   (Hello first pet and street you grew up on... )  Isn't that weird that my sisters would be almost the same?? Odd!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114150483838077174?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114150483838077174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114150483838077174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114150483838077174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114150483838077174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-gotta-double-bag-cat-poop.html' title='You gotta double bag the cat poop...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114127438767019578</id><published>2006-03-01T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:39:47.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I have been?</title><content type='html'>Where have I been with my insights and my opinions and what not?  My little anecdotes and fun stories?  Where have I been?   FUCKING MYSPACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so addicted it's not even funny.  I have found more and more people I know, and they are everywhere.   My sister even joined.   Wow.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being broke.  I hate being broke so much that I am looking for another job.  I am thinking I will probably just look for something that is nights, like a cashier at a grocery store, a gas station attendant or like a front desk girl.  Anything to give me some money to spend.  My last good bra blew a wire this week, which means the $200 some odd dollar bra buying trip I was trying to put off must now happen.  and one must have gas in the car for the 30 mile commute everyday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barter Ready Rachel  *Hey, that has a ring to id.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114127438767019578?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114127438767019578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114127438767019578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114127438767019578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114127438767019578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/03/where-have-i-have-been.html' title='Where have I have been?'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114076853580529219</id><published>2006-02-24T03:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T03:08:55.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is a bomb emotion.</title><content type='html'>Somewhere in the last week or so, I guess it was sometime this weekend, I really did turn a corner, I wasn't just thinking I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really happy.  It's amazing. I took some great advice from my boss and I am doing it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoo ray for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss people.  I need to make some phone calls and catch up though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rachimckins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114076853580529219?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114076853580529219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114076853580529219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114076853580529219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114076853580529219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/happiness-is-bomb-emotion.html' title='Happiness is a bomb emotion.'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114067700715382849</id><published>2006-02-23T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T01:43:27.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I had the best day...</title><content type='html'>So I had a fantastic day. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much. I just farted around.  I did get the oil changed in my car, and I did get my taxes done.  1700 dollars.  Booya.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out amazingly enough, the great Martha Stewart will be in town.  At Sur la table. I was to make paper airplanes out of her magazine and launch them into her hair whilst she is signing books.  Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work tomorrow but I will post in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwah ha ha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Stewart.  (You know it sounds better)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114067700715382849?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114067700715382849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114067700715382849&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114067700715382849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114067700715382849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-had-best-day.html' title='I had the best day...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114058454929422367</id><published>2006-02-21T23:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:02:29.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really the coolest person you know...</title><content type='html'>At least my boss thinks so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome.  Btw, let the new Rachel begin.  My life changes now.  I have finally realized what it is going to take to get over my stupid emotional dependency.  and it's awesome.  A new more powerful Rachel shall emerge. To take over the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scuured.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachelius Maximus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114058454929422367?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114058454929422367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114058454929422367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114058454929422367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114058454929422367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-really-coolest-person-you-know_21.html' title='I&apos;m really the coolest person you know...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114046671301724731</id><published>2006-02-20T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T15:26:50.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lol... This made my day....</title><content type='html'>So get this. On myspace there are these bulletins which are kinda like chain letters that when you post them they go out to all of your friends.  I got one today from my buddy Chris and it said click this link to sloganize your name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to the link, you input your name, and you click sloganize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's Handy Harry, stick it in The Rachel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do yours and comment on what it said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi" target="_blank"&gt;Click Me you dirty bastards!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Rachel"  Can you believe it did that itself?  It's official I will now be known only as the Rachel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114046671301724731?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114046671301724731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114046671301724731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114046671301724731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114046671301724731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/lol-this-made-my-day.html' title='lol... This made my day....'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114031745544997830</id><published>2006-02-18T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T21:55:47.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why I am weird: Post !</title><content type='html'>I have decided that since everyone else has an ongoing post, I will have one too... titled, "Reasons why I am weird: !-!)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided there is really a screw loose with me. I was cleaning house today, which was already pretty clean, like people would walk in and say, "your house is sure clean", but I would know that there was a slight film on the marble in the kitchen. (I guess that could be a reason why I am weird for a later date) Anyway, it was bothering me that we have no closet space.  There are two bedroom closets and and then 2 utility closets: one of which holds the washer and dryer, and the other that holds the water heater and some shelves above the cat box.  Not ideal for storage, either of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also came to the realization that I had yet to actually organize my closet since the move.  And I have a lot of clothes mind you.  So this was a rather daunting task that I have been trying to avoid.  I did Ben's closet like the first day.  His is all polo shirts, and button down shirts.  Not a ton of variation so it was easy to organize.  I on the other hand am a little bit more ridiculous in the ol' clothes acquisition. I've got everything.  And I like it all color coordinated starting with Magenta, and ending in cream.  Cause that's the way I say the rainbow in my head, and it's pleasing to the eye.  I also like it organized in sleevless to long sleeve.  So I don't have to search for something if it is cold in the room.  Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not why I'm weird.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I am weird is.... It really doesn't bother me if the clothes are turned inside out.  If in the washing and hang drying they never got turned the correct way, that's okay with me, I just put them on a hanger and go with it.  But dammit, if they have a long sleeve and are in the leftmost section of the color, someone is going to suffer my wrath.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow Rachel....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114031745544997830?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114031745544997830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114031745544997830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114031745544997830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114031745544997830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/reasons-why-i-am-weird-post.html' title='Reasons why I am weird: Post !'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114029147166781923</id><published>2006-02-18T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T14:37:51.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apology is in order...</title><content type='html'>To those of you who recently visited here, you got to stare at a picture of me.  I'm sorry I'm not some blogging guru, but I was trying to change my display picture and that's how they said to do it.  I just forgot to delete it.  Bastards all of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now going to go back to watching one of the greatest movies alive, Thomas Crown Affair, and cleaning my already immaculate but not good enough house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that blogging makes me happy?   It's a baking cookie kind of Saturday enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Crocker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114029147166781923?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114029147166781923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114029147166781923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114029147166781923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114029147166781923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/apology-is-in-order.html' title='An Apology is in order...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114024570567551330</id><published>2006-02-18T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T01:55:05.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just realized a sad sad thing.</title><content type='html'>I got up at noon.  It is now 11 and I am tired.  Why you ask?  Because I just spent 11 hours on the internet. Primarily myspace.  How sad.  What can you do.  I enjoyed it dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to CDA isn't going to happen this weekend.  Because I honestly don't want to go.  And why go back when I can move on!  So that is what I am doing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I really had a fantastic day?  hehe... woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachspace.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114024570567551330?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114024570567551330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114024570567551330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114024570567551330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114024570567551330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-just-realized-sad-sad-thing.html' title='I just realized a sad sad thing.'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114021179274153644</id><published>2006-02-17T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T16:29:52.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a day off.</title><content type='html'>What.  I haven't had one in a long time.  I was supposed to go back to CDA this weekend but some crazy weather has made me decide that that isn't the best idea.  I think I am going to just stay here and hang out.  I will probably go to work and stuff.  Maybe I will call Rob's daughter Bobby.  That would be fun.  Or Chris Perreti.  that would be bomb too.  I don't know.. I will have to see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that life is really unexciting. I will be scouring the house, since there are no boys here to mess it up.  And going to the gym.  Rachel I am actually known as Rachel Avery.  It weirded me out, but there was this sighn up bonus thing, so yeah... anywho.  Have a fantastic weekend, I'm sure I will chat wtih you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rachinator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114021179274153644?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/114021179274153644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=114021179274153644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114021179274153644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114021179274153644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-day-off.html' title='I have a day off.'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-114007663927359596</id><published>2006-02-16T02:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T03:05:19.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twas the day after v-day...</title><content type='html'>and all through the house, the moww moww's were stirring... and really really noisy when they play in the venetian blinds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good day today, I had training in Olympia.  It was good times.  I learned a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and exploded on Ben.  I have felt really uncomfortable with his plans this weekend.  or his "lack" of them.  And just his behavior of late. Sometimes He honestly makes me feel really unappreciated, and well, like I'm just not good enough anymore with his whole new look and everything. who exactly are you trying to impress?  What kind of people are you attracting?  What, if you're truly trying to be a better person, makes a difference about what you look like?  Is that what you want people to like you for? Funny enough I'm not a mind reader, so don't assume I understand your motives.  I APPRECIATE DRIVE!  I have it myself, but what is your motive?  I ask that of everyone... what drives you?  Contemplate that... and let me know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a resolution this year, it would be to truly become a better person.  I HAVE A LONG WAY TO GO.  But I believe that understanding what obstacles you have to overcome is half the battle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work on my emotional dependency.  I have all the independence a person could ask for. I'm confident and on top of my game at work.  But I rely on others, and lately namely Ben, for my happiness.  I need to seriously work on some growth there.  No one is perfect, and I'm far far far far far from it... but I'm proud of the growth I've made as an adult this last couple weeks.  It makes me excited about the person I am becoming.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this was so deep.  My original witty self will be back soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel (It's appropriate on this one)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-114007663927359596?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114007663927359596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/114007663927359596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/twas-day-after-v-day.html' title='twas the day after v-day...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113991021452305888</id><published>2006-02-14T04:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T04:43:34.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. It's that day again...</title><content type='html'>So... here's the deal. Not only was I a bad ass cook saturday. I was one sunday too.  I made 48 cupcakes for my co-workers birthday.  I'm that cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Valentines day.  And if I hadn't always had some really depressing days, I can remember one good one in 04, I would be more excited about it.  That and I sell jewelery.  And it's totally depressing.  Because 65 percent of the men hit on me.   How sad does that make you about relationships.  I mean.  HELLO! You are buying your wife-girlfriend-baby's mom a diamond necklace.  Eww...   I was ecspecially grossed out today by this guy named Manny.  He was hot.  But in a I'm so hot I have to drive nice cars, and wear expensive things to overcome my insecurities sort of way.  So I was really not into him.  I think I realized I was disgusted after he looked at my nametag (located conveniently above my right boob) and said, "Rachel, you can call me whatever you want, I'll bring the beer."  (He's a beer distributor, so this was a funny joke to him.  He also pays 600 dollars a month for his 03 Yukon.  I didn't want to tell him I don't dig suvs.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why, as of right now.  I will be spending my valentines day working, and then coming home, making chicken nuggets and season fries, and watching moulin rouge.  Cause that sounds like fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day Love-birds of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Racheltine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113991021452305888?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113991021452305888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113991021452305888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113991021452305888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113991021452305888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/wow-its-that-day-again.html' title='Wow. It&apos;s that day again...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113960193429791750</id><published>2006-02-10T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T15:05:34.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you could smell it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/DSCF0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/400/DSCF0021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/DSCF0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/400/DSCF0022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113960193429791750?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113960193429791750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113960193429791750&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113960193429791750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113960193429791750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-wish-you-could-smell-it.html' title='I wish you could smell it.'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113960108946400201</id><published>2006-02-10T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T14:52:25.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man-sagna?  Meat-sagna? What do I call this masterpiece?  Freaking good.</title><content type='html'>What do you get when you combine 2 lbs of mozz, 3lbs of hamburger, 1lb of italian sausage, and sauce and noodles?  a 16.4 lb lasagna.  (Yes, I weighed it you assholes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol I even took pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/the%20lasagna%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/320/the%20lasagna%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/1600/The%20lasagna1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2015/595/320/The%20lasagna1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I baked some mothaeffin cookies.  White chocolate macadamia nut.  bam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel a.k.a. "Simply the best, better than all the rest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm waiting for it to cook. Then you get a picture of the finished product.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113960108946400201?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113960108946400201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113960108946400201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113960108946400201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113960108946400201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/man-sagna-meat-sagna-what-do-i-call.html' title='Man-sagna?  Meat-sagna? What do I call this masterpiece?  Freaking good.'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113959488873499212</id><published>2006-02-10T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T13:08:08.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HE HUNG THE PICTURES!!!</title><content type='html'>And hooked up speakers and cleaned up. I am so stoked, I can't believe I forgot to tell you. It was the second most fantastic thing of the day yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After the freaking slippers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am up and at em early today, even though I don't work till 2.  Because I am going to make the world famous Malone/Householder lasagna.  That's right folks, it's bomb. &lt;br /&gt;And currently waiting for me, so I have to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I will tell you more later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RachellaLuigi... my italian counterpart. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113959488873499212?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113959488873499212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113959488873499212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113959488873499212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113959488873499212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/he-hung-pictures.html' title='HE HUNG THE PICTURES!!!'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113955735702239244</id><published>2006-02-10T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T02:42:37.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm starting to work out again....</title><content type='html'>Because after the bronchitis... I stoppped.  And the emotional ups and downs that are coming from not taking care of my blood sugar, with regular exercise and watching what I eat are kicking my ass.  I never realize till the next day, when I have an up and recover.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm having an up today.  and it's been a great day.  Watching the re-run of project runway tonight.  hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out the most exciting news today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BOSS IS GOING TO LET ME WEAR SLIPPERS!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me well you know how much I hate pantyhose.  Pantyhose and high heels equals Rachel gets her angry face on.   So she says happy feet make happy people... now SLIPPERS!  I'm stoked (As evidenced by the exclamation points...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all so much, thanks for the comments yesterday when I wasn't sooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will take care of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bedroom Slippers" Householder...   (Why did no gangster ever snag that name? It's bomb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113955735702239244?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113955735702239244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113955735702239244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113955735702239244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113955735702239244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-starting-to-work-out-again.html' title='I&apos;m starting to work out again....'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113944422107664706</id><published>2006-02-08T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:17:01.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a problem.</title><content type='html'>I really don't know what it is, but I know I'm not happy.  The sun is shining, and all is well... hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I just called to change our power into our names, and instead of dialing 888 I chose to dial 800 and instead got a dirty number, I wonder how many people make that mistake.  lol, I was confused as to why they told me to hang up if I wasn't 18.  Then I realized my mistake.  I was about to think we had the rudest power company ever.  Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel "only charging YOU $.65 a minute" Householder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113944422107664706?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113944422107664706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113944422107664706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113944422107664706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113944422107664706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-problem.html' title='I have a problem.'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113942395253004385</id><published>2006-02-08T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:11:02.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my day off...</title><content type='html'>I need a quiet day to myself.  I should have never got online. It's so addicting.  That would have been a much better idea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. sorry this is so short... Until Next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*correction* The Rachey McRacherton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113942395253004385?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113942395253004385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113942395253004385&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113942395253004385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113942395253004385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-my-day-off.html' title='It&apos;s my day off...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113929021457594966</id><published>2006-02-07T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:35:00.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So that was an interesting day...</title><content type='html'>I wrote this wicked email the other night when I was having a PMS moment.  To the person I wrote it to, You know who you are... I'm really sorry about that.  I went about that all the wrong way.  I meant about 85% of it, but at the same time I got a little carried away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to make up for it in the coming days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other interesting topics let's examine the witty lyrics and song stylings of the great and glorious T-Pain... in his masterpiece... "I'm N Luv (Wit a Stripper)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She poppin she rollin she rollin&lt;br /&gt;She climbin that pole and&lt;br /&gt;I'm N Luv with a stripper&lt;br /&gt;She trippin she playin she playin&lt;br /&gt;I'm not goin nowhere girl I'm stayin&lt;br /&gt;I'm N Luv with a stripper&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the stripper loves you, honey... you sing it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She can pop it she can lock it&lt;br /&gt;Teddy Penderass down I'm bout to see this sexy girl&lt;br /&gt;In My bed&lt;br /&gt;She don't know what she is doin&lt;br /&gt;To my head&lt;br /&gt;Yea She turnin tricks on me&lt;br /&gt;Yea Yea Yea&lt;br /&gt;She dont even know me&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea yea ea&lt;br /&gt;I'd have got her over to my crib to do that night thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm N Luv Wit a Stripper&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply can not get over the mental image of a 75% naked girl pop and locking her way around a metal pole... is that sexy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing it everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R-Pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113929021457594966?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113929021457594966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113929021457594966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113929021457594966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113929021457594966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-that-was-interesting-day.html' title='So that was an interesting day...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113908399106186163</id><published>2006-02-04T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T15:13:11.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I desperately need to go grocery shopping...</title><content type='html'>I had not so good a night.  Pretty much I still kinda want to cry... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to whine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on another note.  The ridiculous owie in my thumb is finally healing.  I'm stoked.  I might be able to wear my thumb ring in a few days.  I have felt decidedly naked without it.  What can you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited for the super bowl tomorrow.  Okay so I'm really not, but it is all over everything here.  In the mall we are next to the Just sports, and they are ridiculously busy, actually opening hours early just so people can buy seahawks shirts.  Silly people.  I am working tomorrow, and it's going to be ridiculously slow.  And I'm okay with that.  Maybe I can just have an evening with no drama.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all.. works at 2 today.  A short shift.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a nap... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel of the Montana Householders&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113908399106186163?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113908399106186163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113908399106186163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113908399106186163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113908399106186163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-desperately-need-to-go-grocery.html' title='I desperately need to go grocery shopping...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113894754986671748</id><published>2006-02-03T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T01:19:09.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that was a long day.</title><content type='html'>One of things that I love about this place is the ground always looks wet.  Like in the movies. I got out of my car today and noticed that.  How cool can that be.  I practically live on a movie set.  Although when I got home it looked decidedly like the set of Scream.  There is a lot of vegetation.  And it kind of lookis like Connecticut.  Isn't that where Scream was filmed.  Horror junkies unite, and correct me if I'm wrong.   I hope you all had a fantastic day.  I need some sleeps... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel-san&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113894754986671748?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113894754986671748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113894754986671748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113894754986671748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113894754986671748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/that-was-long-day.html' title='that was a long day.'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113890015179155396</id><published>2006-02-02T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T12:13:04.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you guuuuuuuyyyyysssss!</title><content type='html'>lol, I almost forgot to write something I got so excited about my title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great night last night, got Ben's closet all done, didn't even touch mine amazingly enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got distracted by Project Runway.  Good episode.  It was totally Andrae's time to go.  I have to admit though, he's had some good showings, and I totally was expecting it to be Kara.  Who I believe is yet to win a challenge.  Hmmm... I'm stoked for next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I pretty much had another great night? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a lot happier than I have been in a long time, in case you haven't noticed by my postings.  I'm pretty sure it has something to do with Ben.... There was so much in the air before we came here. AT least for me.  It's awful nice to get a hug on a regular basis.  There is something to be said for that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a fantastic day.  After my double today, I'm sure I will have some sort of fun story to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you bunches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach-a-go-go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113890015179155396?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113890015179155396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113890015179155396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113890015179155396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113890015179155396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey-you-guuuuuuuyyyyysssss.html' title='Hey you guuuuuuuyyyyysssss!'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113884022724041707</id><published>2006-02-01T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T19:30:27.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He came!</title><content type='html'>The cable man that is. and I'm so excited because it's project runway night.  Heck yes.   They are seriously one of the most fabulous group of people on tv.  I love it, there is a catfight brewing I can sense it.  hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a lot accomplished today, slowly hacked away at the craziness, tried to make it look more like a home, even though we are actually lacking any comfortable furniture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's for dinner... anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Ingalls Wilder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113884022724041707?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113884022724041707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113884022724041707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113884022724041707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113884022724041707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/he-came.html' title='He came!'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113882283748218039</id><published>2006-02-01T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T14:40:37.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're going to miss me when I don't have a day off anymore...</title><content type='html'>I have many anecdotes.  That's why I love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First.... Big duh to me.  I have been up in arms over not knowing what is going on on my favorite tv shows. I have the interweb.  I can look online.  &lt;br /&gt;So I might not get the closets organized today, that is important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second.  I have discovered root booster.  Thanks to Sarah Brown for the input.  Big hair, what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third.  I don't know what, but it seemed well rounded.  heeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Welch (Come on, work with me here people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.  is it wrong that I answered the door for the fed ex man in a towel. I felt weird for a minute, then I realized my towel is bigger than a skirt and tank top.  But I didnt' want to miss Ben's package!  I would have got in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113882283748218039?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113882283748218039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113882283748218039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113882283748218039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113882283748218039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/youre-going-to-miss-me-when-i-dont.html' title='You&apos;re going to miss me when I don&apos;t have a day off anymore...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113881605619887795</id><published>2006-02-01T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T12:47:36.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So good morning sunshines!</title><content type='html'>I really just spent the last two hours on the craziness that is Myspace.  I feel dirty saying that, but I can't help it.  It's so addictive. I found all these random people from Colstrip that I haven't talked to in a million years.  But you know how they were your best friends at the time?  Odd... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just chillin today, oh wait who am I kidding.  I have two closets to organize, and Ben's office to clean.  And I'm hanging pictures... I have to do it!!!  Okay maybe not, cause Ben said he would throw moww in the trash if I did. Dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you what a laugh riot I am.  Ben has put a picture of some almost too muscular abs in the fridge.  I bought a package of cookies yesterday and put them on top.  lol.  I also bought some Ben and JErrys to tempt him to the dark side... bwah ha ha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll check back in later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel B. Hawkins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113881605619887795?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113881605619887795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113881605619887795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113881605619887795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113881605619887795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-good-morning-sunshines.html' title='So good morning sunshines!'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113876108554831979</id><published>2006-01-31T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:31:25.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay maybe that wasn't such a good idea...</title><content type='html'>So I just installed the sims... And ate a bag of those stupid red hots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Valentines day soon, and they are selling valentines candy in the stores.  And wouldn't you know, I'm a sucker for oddly chewy cinnamon flavored little heart shapes.  I can really eat a whole bag.  I just did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racher not feel so good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell you guys I had the best idea for a present for ben today, I will tell you about it in a few when he gets it, but you should be excited, cause I'm a freaking laugh riot, and it's hilarious.  (Don't ruin the surprise if I already told you... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to curling up with the new Stephanie Laurens.  and drinking 6 gallons of water... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rach-a-palooza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113876108554831979?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113876108554831979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113876108554831979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113876108554831979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113876108554831979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-maybe-that-wasnt-such-good-idea.html' title='Okay maybe that wasn&apos;t such a good idea...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113875072156672680</id><published>2006-01-31T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:38:41.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a freaking license you crazies...</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's right, I am one biggedy bad ass licensed driver.  I know you're all jealous.  But here's the amazing part.  The DOL is all liars... okay not all of them, but a lot of them.  Because everyone I talked to before the lady called my number and I walked up there said I had to take a test.  I looked at her, said I had to take a test, and she said... let me check.  Then proceeded to hand me a signature card and tell me to wait for my picture.  Rude! (Not to you lady who said I just had to take a picture, but to everyone before you.)( Lady, you're nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pretty much figured that they knew what a great driver I was and decided to just let me get a license.  Good job you people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the morning getting a terrible nail fill, and acclimating myself with the area.  There are some places I would love to live here, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWSFLASH!  I decided today that I really like it here.  like a lot.  Like, more than I really thought I could ever like living in a big city with lots of traffic and (gasp!) rain!  it suits me.  And nobody stares at me funny for looking classy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Jones, secret agent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113875072156672680?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113875072156672680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113875072156672680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113875072156672680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113875072156672680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-freaking-license-you-crazies.html' title='I have a freaking license you crazies...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113872418096895174</id><published>2006-01-31T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T11:16:20.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"You can't judo chop a python"</title><content type='html'>I am having a good day.  lol, until I get to the dmv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite time of the day is quickly becoming when you get to lay in bed at night and we just talk about random stuff.  lol, we never go to bed dead tired, because our schedules rock. and it gives me a minute to talk to him withouth the internet interfering.  I like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so wish me luck.  I passed the knowledge practice test.  we'll see how it goes in the real time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachie mcphee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113872418096895174?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113872418096895174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113872418096895174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113872418096895174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113872418096895174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-cant-judo-chop-python.html' title='&quot;You can&apos;t judo chop a python&quot;'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113868774032808004</id><published>2006-01-31T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T01:09:00.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The day hath come...</title><content type='html'>Ben says I have to get my license tomorrow.  He says it's stupid to be driving without one.  I say it's been three years, and don't tell him I said this, but he's right.  NEVER BREATHE A WORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm spending a good portion of my day in the DMV. Tuesdays shouldn't be too busy I tell myself.  we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and I need to take the mowws to the vet.  I need to get Moww Moww spayed and declawed, and Milton needs his front and back claws removed.  poor mowws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAn you believe someone told me today I am abrasive??  Rude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rachietiticaca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113868774032808004?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113868774032808004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113868774032808004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113868774032808004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113868774032808004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-hath-come.html' title='The day hath come...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113865522840468161</id><published>2006-01-30T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:07:08.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There was this one time...</title><content type='html'>I used to know what it was like to get somewhere in five minutes.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I moved to the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving for work and it is 1:15.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda love it in a weird way... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben actually had to go to work.  I don't really know what he was doing but I hope he had fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the racherator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113865522840468161?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113865522840468161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113865522840468161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113865522840468161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113865522840468161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/01/there-was-this-one-time.html' title='There was this one time...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113864457278838453</id><published>2006-01-30T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T17:01:37.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Rain down (on) on me&lt;br /&gt;Let you're love just fall like raindropse&lt;br /&gt;Rain on me&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;br /&gt;Rain down (on) on me&lt;br /&gt;Let you're love just shower me&lt;br /&gt;Just rain on me&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWV.  Brilliant group of girls and they are singing an appropriate song for my day.  The thing about rain is this... it's wet.  I know crazy right?  The last time I was in Orlando, they were having these freak rainstorms in the middle of the afternoon with these huge raindrops, I pretty much thought it was ridiculous.  And it has been raining like that here for 3 days.  Did I mention what my hair does in the rain??  Silly hair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm growing it out.  I am taking a page out of my sisters book and growing the long hairs.  The long curly hairs and then I don't have to worry about all that blow drying business.  yeah!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my brilliance today.  I'm excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is today at two.  the Chinese new year was fascinating.  I find that all the girls pretty much make fun of each other all the time.  It's odd, because they mean it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be lucky and ben will have the Sims installed on the computer so I can play it for a billion hours tomorrow on my day off.  cross your fingers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113864457278838453?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113864457278838453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113864457278838453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113864457278838453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113864457278838453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/01/rain.html' title='Rain...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-113857256992859466</id><published>2006-01-29T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T12:55:29.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I'll be...</title><content type='html'>Guess who's back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am you silly gooses.  I am now a resident of Kirkland WA.  =)  And I have internet accesss. CAn you believe that?  I also cuss a lot as I was realizing when I was reading some of my previous blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well get ready for a every other daily or so post of profanity! HOO RAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my new boss the other day.  She's this cute little asian lady with big tv reporter hair.  It rocks my world.  And I can really only aspire to find that kind of hold in this freaking humidity.  Damn it all anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I are cohabitating.  Weird!!  I will be much more acclimated as soon as cable gets installed wednesday.  I will be watching all my favorite shows on 73" of lovin'.  Awesome.  Until that time I find myself at a loss.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben spends most of his life on the interweb.  So I think me and the cats are going to be developing a whole new language since they are the ones I actually talk to.  All I can usually get out of him is a grunt, and they talk back.  What ever works ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go in to work today for inventory.  Another big HOO-RAy, and then the girls have some kind of chinese new year.  It's kinda cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is all for now, Love you guys!  Missed you sooo much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rachmeister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-113857256992859466?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/113857256992859466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=113857256992859466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113857256992859466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/113857256992859466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-ill-be.html' title='Well I&apos;ll be...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-111448783555984494</id><published>2005-04-25T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T23:57:15.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back fucking at it.</title><content type='html'>So here's the deal. I'm back in CDA/Moscow/Spokane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was still in Florida.  At least I was where I wouldn't be so fucking miserable all the time for somereason or another.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to the store with Kendra on one of her rampages.  She had decided to have her way with my office.  Which I really didn't appreciate.  And she was just on one of her high horse style binges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.  That pretty much blew.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how freaking long it took me to get back here?  A whole extra day. I got held up by tennis ball size hail in Denver.  Ridiculous.  So that sucked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, the whole time I was on vacation I kept telling melissa to stop being so angry, and then lo and behold, I'm angry champion the minute I get back.  Rude.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in Lewiston today. I had to do the show there.  I tell you what, I am kinda thinking I would have been better off staying home.  argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next couple of days are to be pretty busy.  I get to go do the remounts, and then a bunch of other random shit.  Sunday monday off,  And i am not doing a damn thing.  6 days on plus 6 hours of travel in between is nonsense.  Can't take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll chat at ya soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Melissa.  Miss you miss you miss you,  Brian too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-111448783555984494?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/111448783555984494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=111448783555984494&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/111448783555984494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/111448783555984494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-fucking-at-it.html' title='Back fucking at it.'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-111400205207000357</id><published>2005-04-20T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T09:00:52.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"You can't listen to that, it might have a crescendo"</title><content type='html'>I had another blast of a day... My last real one in Orlando =(   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to fly back to the real world at 5pm this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hate going back.  It was sooo nice to get to see Mel and bri.  It's just weird that way.  I doubt I could have said that years ago, but now it makes total sense.  I have to make this a more regular trip.  That's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day yesterday touristing in Orlando.  Drove through some... Well, let's say interesting, neighborHOODS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the holy land.  I wanted to get something for Ben.  And really what's better than a jeebus.  This place was a kick.  I had to pay 30 bucks to get in for an hour (they would refund if I made it out before my time was up).  Then I had that time to experience the Holy Land.  There were little ol ladies in huge t-shirts and teva sandals everywhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me set the scene.  Picture you're in the middle east, 66 ad.  The people with bored looking expressions standing behind kiosks praying to god, conveniently, that you don't come talk to them.  He is risen, beautifully manicured into the side of the pond, the sounds of freeway, reversing rascal scooters, and dragging walkers in the background.  And a man telling everyone, "The passion drama is going to start in about 20 minutes.  Your going to want to watch this, it will be like nothing you have ever seen."  At this I pause, he was about the sixth guy I had heard say that... or maybe it was the same guy and he was following me around the park because he knew I was going to burst into heathen flames at any minute.  Either way I had shopping to do, but thought I might check it out.  Found a little bookstore in the back of the complex (The whole thing is about the size of a high school football stadium) and got Ben's present.  The evangecube, complete with instructions on how to make the people you are telling about jeebus repent and be saved.  It was a good deal at 6.95, considering.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed on my merry little way back to the front gate.  Only to get herded into the brown lines, because "caesars soldiers were marching."  WHAT?? I wanted to look at the guy and say, hey, you, I'm on a limit here, but then I became fascinated.  They were going to crucify jeebus right in the middle of central Florida.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a big of song from Mary, and the soldiers marching I had to jet.  Met Mel and bri and we headed out.  Bri did get some pics from the car (check them out on his blog) so the day was not lost.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I got some sweet souvenir shopping done, and then we headed to Disney.  They showed me the lodges I haven't seen yet.  Animal Kingdom lodge is cool, it's like a zoo, but a hotel too.  And the wilderness lodge reminds me of home.  I got a little choked up at one point, it kinda made me homesick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went downtown in search of an Edna.  No luck.  And came home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great last day.  I had a blast.  I am ready to come back again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best week I have had in a long time, I'm going to miss these guys.  But I will be back soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-111400205207000357?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/111400205207000357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=111400205207000357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/111400205207000357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/111400205207000357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-cant-listen-to-that-it-might-have.html' title='&quot;You can&apos;t listen to that, it might have a crescendo&quot;'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-111361619389837348</id><published>2005-04-15T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T21:49:53.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburned arms and a good book...</title><content type='html'>The thing about the beach is it's freaking wonderful.  Mel and Bri took me to the beach today, and I loved it.  It helped with all those silly vitamins I get deficient in this time of year back home.  The sand in the nether regions I could do without, but my ass has never been softer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I totally crashed after dinner and slept for 12 hours it was wonderful.  I liked the fact that I actually had no one walking through my room to use the bathroom.  I can't wait till sunday to call the girls.  I miss them all soo much.  I hope things went wonderful with Diane.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the shopping escapades begin.  And I get my nails done thank god.  I am totally ready for some asian inspired airbrush action the likes of which I have never seen.  I am totally stoked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am about to rally the rest of my book, and get some rest... I HAVE TO go to the gym in the morning, or else all will be lost to this amazing steak Bri made tonight.  That and the Coney dog I had at sonic.  Fucking heaven.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-111361619389837348?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/111361619389837348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=111361619389837348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/111361619389837348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/111361619389837348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunburned-arms-and-good-book.html' title='Sunburned arms and a good book...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-111344239505122995</id><published>2005-04-13T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T21:33:15.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing about that one is...</title><content type='html'>I'm in Florida.  It's freaking awesome.  I love it.  I am actually on vacation for the first time in like forever.  It's a good feeling.  It would be a great feeling if I didn't have stuff going on at home, but that's for later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was lazy day, I started out going to the gym, after I dragged my ass out of bed, and then just sat around.  All day.  When was the last time I did that.  And with cable even.  It's was freaking awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it here without a single hitch, I have to say that was pretty freaking nice.  I was totally stoked.  I think that made it all the better.   I'm looking forward to the rest of the week.  Shopping and whatnot.  Just relaxing is freaking awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep in touch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631772-111344239505122995?l=watchmewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/feeds/111344239505122995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8631772&amp;postID=111344239505122995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/111344239505122995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631772/posts/default/111344239505122995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchmewin.blogspot.com/2005/04/thing-about-that-one-is.html' title='The thing about that one is...'/><author><name>Captain Awesome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05922996199940569298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fC-dRt97I0I/SYZePcQzv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/PpLzkitXPNs/S220/2081191116_533de0de0b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631772.post-111164110008520917</id><published>2005-03-24T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T00:12:50.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I mention...</title><content type='html'>I'm  fucking going on a vacation to see my sister (and Bri of course)?? Bought my tickets the other day, it's bad ass. Those bitches don't believe I'm coming. How rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super excited, and it's only two weeks away which means, with as fast as the last two weeks went, it's going to be here in no time. Super stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Moscow for a bit... got some new teeth. Pretty cool. I actually don't have any holes now. They are all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is so short... but I'm watching lawnmower man. Totally classic. Totally cg, in the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of the movie actually says something about how at the time the movie was made many people were afraid that VR would be widely used at the turn on the millenium for mind control. 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