<?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-9115087</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:16:22.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fairlyfamous</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>258</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-6344568384081453115</id><published>2009-11-08T09:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:57:41.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The working game</title><content type='html'>SO I have been working a ton.  I mean, 6 days a week and every other sunday. It's a little crazy but I haven't gotten burnt out yet. I think it's because Mon-Thurs my shifts are pretty short and I get out at a reasonable time for the most part. Plus I'm poor so outside of work it's not like I can go do anything extravagant. Today I have the whole day off and I am ecstatic.  I need to go to the library, return some stuff at old navy, go running, wash clothes, and then do a whole lotta nothing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-6344568384081453115?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/6344568384081453115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=6344568384081453115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6344568384081453115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6344568384081453115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2009/11/working-game.html' title='The working game'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-6736927673417430170</id><published>2009-04-09T14:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:25:23.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I get along with most everyone. I'm easy-going and I have a high threshold for dumb and annoying people.  Well, for some reason these 2 coworkers of mine bug the heck out of me. Maybe it's because every time I run into them they are trying to act cool and often come off as jerks, big time.  They're always making little remarks about me not doing my job and I just want to drop-kick them. Or they'll say things like "maybe Tina messed it up and that's why it's not working". Why can't they just be professional and talk to me like a normal person instead of acting like they are 12 year old pre-pubescent boys?  I'm soo annoyed. The biggest problem is they don't even get their social inept-ness.  I mean, when someone's on the phone, do you really have to lean over her desk and STARE at her until she hangs up? Seriously. They're just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of all of this is I actually let them get to me and I end up getting angry with them.  Today I told them to just go away.  Humph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-6736927673417430170?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/6736927673417430170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=6736927673417430170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6736927673417430170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6736927673417430170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-5100958976277262506</id><published>2009-02-25T00:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:29:23.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chi-town</title><content type='html'>I went for a whirlwind 2.5 day trip to Chicago to see if it was my kind of town. Turns out, it is. It's really pretty great here. There's a theatre on every other corner as well as museums and culture galore. I love it!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I just happened to be walking by the Theatre School at DePaul University and noticed that they were putting on a production of "Alice in Wonderland" so I decided to buy a ticket despite the busloads of kids being herded into the theatre. It was actually a very enjoyable performance and they had some cool puppet effects for the cheshire cat.  I love seeing different interpretations of the show.  It's just very clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like walked thru the entire town today(well it felt like it anyway).  I got to see the giant shiny bean at Millenium Park and walked down to the ginormous Field museum to see my girl SUE(the biggest T-Rex ever found!) They have a replica head on her skeleton because her head is too heavy to place on it.  If you go upstairs they have her head in this glass container and it is sooo crazy bizarre to look at. It's kind of smashed in and she's missing teeth and stuff. They have a bunch of taxidermy-like animals at the museum. Every corner I turned around had some kind of furry life-like creature staring back at me while posed in some kind of forced position.  It was weird but cool I guess. I just hoped the animals died of natural causes and not because they needed to fill space in a museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To round out the evening I had to go see a performance at the Second City. The mainstage players were performing in "America All Better"(I think that was the name) and it was pretty funny with lots of Obama references and current topics like the economy and blogjavich or however you spell his name.  After the first 2 acts the players surprised us with a third round of all improv, which was great. It also made me aware of how I could definitely be up there with them performing.  I'm thinking that I'm capable of bringing some good improv stuff to ye olde improv table...or something like that.  This show fueled my improv fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-5100958976277262506?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/5100958976277262506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=5100958976277262506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/5100958976277262506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/5100958976277262506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2009/02/chi-town.html' title='Chi-town'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-8607149789293067510</id><published>2009-02-12T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:24:00.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Poem I Found</title><content type='html'>When things go wrong as they sometimes will,&lt;br /&gt;When the road your trudging seems all uphill,&lt;br /&gt;When the funds are low and the debts are high,&lt;br /&gt;And you want to smile but you have to sigh,&lt;br /&gt;When care is pressing your down a bit&lt;br /&gt;Rest if you must, but don't you quit.&lt;br /&gt;Success is failure turned inside out,&lt;br /&gt;The silver tint on the clouds of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;And you can never tell how close you are,&lt;br /&gt;It may be near when it seems afar.&lt;br /&gt;So, stick to the fight when your hardest hit&lt;br /&gt;It's when things go wrong that you mustn't quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-8607149789293067510?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/8607149789293067510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=8607149789293067510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/8607149789293067510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/8607149789293067510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-poem-i-found.html' title='Random Poem I Found'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-6259882547663568042</id><published>2009-02-10T10:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:08:57.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>In the past week I've run a 1/2 marathon, tapped danced and performed improv comedy in a variety show, and celebrated my birthday. Now I'm getting a much deserved massage today. Thank Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICAGO BABY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-6259882547663568042?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/6259882547663568042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=6259882547663568042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6259882547663568042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6259882547663568042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-3731469333688693595</id><published>2009-02-06T12:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:56:58.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noise with a side of Loud</title><content type='html'>They've been searching for the source of a foul smelling odor in the office. The pungent aroma is that of a dead animal although my theory was leaning towards some kind of septic leakages.  After they(does it matter who?) cut a hole in the ceiling to check it out, they made more noise closing up the hole they made in the ceiling.  Now the industrial strength vacuum is running and I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok they're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we still have no clue what's causing the smell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-3731469333688693595?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/3731469333688693595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=3731469333688693595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/3731469333688693595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/3731469333688693595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2009/02/noise-with-side-of-loud.html' title='Noise with a side of Loud'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-6485923216156089184</id><published>2009-01-29T09:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:00:46.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning</title><content type='html'>Bum bum be dum bum bum de dum dum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good day. Yes, I am at work, but for some reason I know it's going to be a fantastical day.  I don't know why. maybe I'll see a tunicorn, or maybe I'll get to leave work early, or maybe, just maybe the job that I've been going after will actually call me with good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not something stupid like finding a penny face up.  &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/9115087-6485923216156089184?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/6485923216156089184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=6485923216156089184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6485923216156089184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6485923216156089184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-morning.html' title='Good morning'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-262037760211195158</id><published>2009-01-25T17:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:44:26.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help a girl out</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! I entered this contest and would really appreciate some votes to bump me into the top 5.  The winner gets a walk-on role on the tv show "Bones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://if.net/contests/general/491981?series=0&amp;cid=576121"&gt;Vote for Tina!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-262037760211195158?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/262037760211195158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=262037760211195158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/262037760211195158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/262037760211195158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2009/01/help-girl-out.html' title='Help a girl out'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-8292934660080265192</id><published>2009-01-12T16:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:01:32.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritation: A rant in blog format</title><content type='html'>I'm annoyed.  This society is annoying. Every time I turn on the tv I see these skinny little waifs talking about getting skinny and staying skinny, losing weight fast, dieting, restraining yourself so you can fit into that bikini(thank you yoplait light) and other loads of donkey crap.  I'm sick of it. I would say that I am an average american girl. Not skinny, not fat, just average. However, when I open a magazine and see pictures of celebrities losing weight when they're underweight to begin with I want to chuck the magazine out of the window.   Why is this ok? Why do people condone this and even agree with it. I overhear people talking about so-and-so getting big and so-and-so losing weight and I just wish people could find something else to talk about. Don't they know that like 90% of women obsess over their weight enough as it is?  I am definitely not the exception to that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the solution? Is there one?  Do I stop watching tv all together to avoid all the stick thin images being thrust in my face. What is the answer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-8292934660080265192?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/8292934660080265192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=8292934660080265192' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/8292934660080265192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/8292934660080265192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2009/01/irritation-rant-in-blog-format.html' title='Irritation: A rant in blog format'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-2133257459221969654</id><published>2008-12-23T15:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:24:18.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That was a fun movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.faceinhole.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.faceinhole.com/08/12/23/3426c7d8c17f1184d.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faceinhole.com" target="_blank"&gt;Create your own FACEinHOLE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzMDA2MzY1OTMzNCZwdD*xMjMwMDYzNzA*NDEwJnA9MTkzMjYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz**NzQ5Yzk5ZTdiMzM*M2RmOTNiZmVlNWIxMTZiZTVlNg==.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should give Joaquin a call. It's been a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-2133257459221969654?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/2133257459221969654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=2133257459221969654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2133257459221969654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2133257459221969654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/12/faceinhole.html' title='That was a fun movie.'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-7784091807976948578</id><published>2008-11-18T13:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:35:38.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache</title><content type='html'>I have a headache. Don't know why exactly. It probably has something to do with staring at a computer screen and squinting.  What is the best cure for a headache? Me personally, I prefer to sleep off headaches but I can't really sleep it off at work. Well...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruisin in less than 2 days. Sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-7784091807976948578?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/7784091807976948578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=7784091807976948578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/7784091807976948578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/7784091807976948578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/11/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-4149343197719138348</id><published>2008-11-18T10:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:15:01.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponderous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SSLbXVBwcMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/S8wB7b2Mv-k/s1600-h/turkeydog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SSLbXVBwcMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/S8wB7b2Mv-k/s320/turkeydog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270015707804889282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost turkey day.  I do feel bad for turkeys. I think I eat more turkey than most people because I don't eat red meat. Poor turkey. Is it possible to go "cold turkey" from eating turkey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-4149343197719138348?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/4149343197719138348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=4149343197719138348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/4149343197719138348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/4149343197719138348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/11/ponderous.html' title='Ponderous'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SSLbXVBwcMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/S8wB7b2Mv-k/s72-c/turkeydog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-5552262522306166006</id><published>2008-11-17T16:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:21:45.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>What me do here? Me no know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-5552262522306166006?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/5552262522306166006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=5552262522306166006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/5552262522306166006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/5552262522306166006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/11/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-2955801487294995977</id><published>2008-11-14T16:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:05:35.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine, don't read me</title><content type='html'>I was just about to announce the secrets of the universe but I guess it will just have to stay deep within my cerebellum for a later date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-2955801487294995977?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/2955801487294995977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=2955801487294995977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2955801487294995977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2955801487294995977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/11/fine-dont-read-me.html' title='Fine, don&apos;t read me'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-6262466826253411430</id><published>2008-11-13T10:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:40:08.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SRxmasfDcoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/P3zj9ZYBZk4/s1600-h/my+new+shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SRxmasfDcoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/P3zj9ZYBZk4/s320/my+new+shoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268198272920679042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned the internet shoes.  Went to Kohls. Bought a pair of New Balances and took them home. The left one didn't fit and they were the same size. Brought them back and got another pair of New Balances(see picture).  They fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tapped out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-6262466826253411430?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/6262466826253411430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=6262466826253411430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6262466826253411430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6262466826253411430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet-victory.html' title='Sweet Victory'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SRxmasfDcoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/P3zj9ZYBZk4/s72-c/my+new+shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-2525803790821263467</id><published>2008-11-11T15:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:47:15.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The saga of the running shoes continues...</title><content type='html'>I have been told that my newest internet ordered running shoes are waiting for me at home.  Cross your fingers that they fit or else Tina is going to throw them into the ocean. Or maybe just return them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-2525803790821263467?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/2525803790821263467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=2525803790821263467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2525803790821263467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2525803790821263467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/11/saga-of-running-shoes-continues.html' title='The saga of the running shoes continues...'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-9013773943768159681</id><published>2008-11-11T08:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:50:35.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mardi</title><content type='html'>I have to work on Veterans Day.  I know I'm not a veteran but come on!!  Throw me a friggin' bone here!  This morning I called work and someone answered and I was like "D'oh!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am.  At work. Working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-9013773943768159681?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/9013773943768159681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=9013773943768159681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/9013773943768159681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/9013773943768159681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuesday.html' title='Mardi'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-8863454662891882782</id><published>2008-11-06T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:23:45.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina Turner in concert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SRMn1FDVUaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/u0jw3Iy391o/s1600-h/tinaturner.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SRMn1FDVUaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/u0jw3Iy391o/s320/tinaturner.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265596182168949154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady is the epitome of age defying. She kept up with her twenty-something back up dancers and looked amazing. WOW. I hope I look that good when I'm 68. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a shirt that says "TINA" in big gold letters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-8863454662891882782?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/8863454662891882782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=8863454662891882782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/8863454662891882782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/8863454662891882782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/11/tina-turner-in-concert.html' title='Tina Turner in concert!'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SRMn1FDVUaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/u0jw3Iy391o/s72-c/tinaturner.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-273627021433189945</id><published>2008-11-06T11:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:39:39.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buying shoes online and other such nonsense</title><content type='html'>Since becoming a runner, I have put major time and effort into finding the ever-elusive perfect pair of running shoes. After having a gait analysis at The Running Zone I was told that I was a pronator and that I needed to procure a pair of neutral running shoes to cushion impact and keep me aligned.  While I was in the store I tried on several pairs of shoes.  Now I am not the easiest shoe buyer to begin with what with the genetically inherited wideness factor, but I give it the old college try because, um, according to society I have to wear shoes. So I buy this pair of Adidas's from this really nice saleswoman and I go home to try them out.  I run in them a couple of times but don't love them and think they may be a bit on the tight side, so I decide to take them back.  This is where it gets interesting. The same woman who sold me the shoes was in there and she didn't even acknowledge my presence. I returned the shoes to this young kid who had no idea how to do a return so she had to come over and assist.  She was a bit on the kranky side, but I thought, Hey, everybody has a bad day so whatever.  So I leave because I don't have time to try on more shoes at the moment but I decide to come back in a few days. When I return the same women is there and she is a total b*tch(it makes me feel less offensive when I do the little * thing).  She acted like she couldn't be bothered with helping me and she was so impatient I almost wanted to chuck the shoes she was bringing me at her head.  So mean and nasty. I figured it out that she must work on commission and she probably wasn't happy that I returned an expensive pair of shoes that she helped me buy. Well guess what? Your store policy let's people try out shoes for 2 weeks(or maybe even longer, I can't remember) and they're allowed to run in them and test them to make sure they cut it. My shoes didn't cut it. Needless to say I did not buy another pair from Ms. Jekyll/Misses Hyde. Biotch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the Running Zone madness I decided to go to Sports Authority and just buy my shoes there(after wandering around every shoe store in the mall to no avail) and this sales guy came up to me in the shoe aisle while I was wearing 2 different shoes and going insane with indecision.  He actually helped me though, because he said, which one feels better and I said "The new balance" and he said "then get the new balance".  Genius.  I got the New Balance, and returned them the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know this is starting to sound like I'm goldilocks and every shoe is "too small" or "to big" or "not cushiony enough" but I want to have my knees for a long time and I think it's important that I like my running shoes, DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next idea was to venture online, which is always a good idea when you have a hard time finding shoes that fit because you have the most odd feet on the planet(apparently).  I ordered this one really cute pair of Asics, they shipped out next day and of course were too small. So I ordered the next size up and they arrived and were no better. They still squeezed in all the wrong places.Sweet mother of pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, today, I hope I have found the pair I was meant to have. They are Adidas and they should be arriving in the mail next week.  I will keep you updated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this is the most boring journal entry of my life. I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-273627021433189945?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/273627021433189945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=273627021433189945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/273627021433189945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/273627021433189945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/11/buying-shoes-online-and-other-such.html' title='Buying shoes online and other such nonsense'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-6757146705728145817</id><published>2008-10-31T11:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:51:41.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>'tis Halloween.  I have absolutely no plans at all.  Of the suck. That's ok, I'm going to do something. Maybe I'll take in a scary movie or something. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's nice and cool outside so I can enjoy the weather without glowing with perspiration. Yes. I glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SQspaePPaNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/54g2BzLA0EM/s1600-h/palin+for+obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SQspaePPaNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/54g2BzLA0EM/s320/palin+for+obama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263346124282882258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be her for Halloween. Scaaaaaryyyyyyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-6757146705728145817?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/6757146705728145817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=6757146705728145817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6757146705728145817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6757146705728145817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SQspaePPaNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/54g2BzLA0EM/s72-c/palin+for+obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-4412144196376224785</id><published>2008-10-26T01:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:58:35.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep thought of the day</title><content type='html'>“I hope some animal never bores a hole in my head and lays its eggs in my brain, because later you might think you’re having a good idea but it’s just eggs hatching.”&lt;br /&gt;—Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-4412144196376224785?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/4412144196376224785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=4412144196376224785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/4412144196376224785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/4412144196376224785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/deep-thought-of-day.html' title='Deep thought of the day'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-6868925554028653995</id><published>2008-10-26T01:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:49:57.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruelty to animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SQQE9b_QjeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/R0f06L79reU/s1600-h/hi+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SQQE9b_QjeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/R0f06L79reU/s320/hi+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261335718207196642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SQQEuMyEcYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-FW8p3Jrup8/s1600-h/notorious+DOG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SQQEuMyEcYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-FW8p3Jrup8/s320/notorious+DOG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261335456427307394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-6868925554028653995?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/6868925554028653995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=6868925554028653995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6868925554028653995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6868925554028653995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/cruelty-to-animals.html' title='Cruelty to animals'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SQQE9b_QjeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/R0f06L79reU/s72-c/hi+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-846307075854731589</id><published>2008-10-15T15:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:20:36.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Task</title><content type='html'>I would like some fresh new songs to add to my collection so I am asking all of my cyber friends and family to send me song suggestions that you think I might like, knowing my personality.  Specific songs, not albums. Yes I'm being picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-846307075854731589?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/846307075854731589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=846307075854731589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/846307075854731589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/846307075854731589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/task.html' title='A Task'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-5901012932784770240</id><published>2008-10-13T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:14:21.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You gotta keep 'em dilated</title><content type='html'>Ok that was funnier in my head.  I went to my first eye appointment in 8 YEARS.  Dang. I can't believe I put it off that long.  I thought she was gonna tell me that my eyeballs were going to dry up and fall out of their sockets, but guess what? I'm fine. No glasses, nothing wrong.  I told her to send me a reminder card to have my checkup next year or it may be another 8 years before I remember to get in and make an appointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-5901012932784770240?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/5901012932784770240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=5901012932784770240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/5901012932784770240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/5901012932784770240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-gotta-keep-em-dilated.html' title='You gotta keep &apos;em dilated'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-4449734732997100835</id><published>2008-10-10T10:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:48:16.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Hellooooo Friday</title><content type='html'>You know, these past couple of weeks having been speeding by. I'd like to have time to enjoy this time of year. The fall season is my favorite. Not that you really get the leaves changing down here or the crisp autumn air but at least the temp does drop a few degrees. And there are Halloween decorations everywhere so at least it's festive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out this weekend to find the perfect Halloween costume. I have a few ideas but nothing concrete yet. It's hard to know what you're going to be until you see what's out there. Not that I have any exciting events to attend but, dude, I'm dressing up, even if it's so I can sit on my front porch and hand out candy. I'm sick of being a grown up and not maximixing fun potential.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-4449734732997100835?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/4449734732997100835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=4449734732997100835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/4449734732997100835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/4449734732997100835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-hellooooo-friday.html' title='Well Hellooooo Friday'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-3006034709261572955</id><published>2008-10-08T12:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:14:45.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hassle The Hoff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOzccJ8kZDI/AAAAAAAAADw/HammxFVMR-s/s1600-h/david_hasselhoff_195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOzccJ8kZDI/AAAAAAAAADw/HammxFVMR-s/s320/david_hasselhoff_195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254817241498936370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Hasselhoff is taking his nickname, “The Hoff,” a little bit far, it seems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He insists on being called nothing but ‘The Hoff’ now, and he’s referring to himself as ‘The Hoff,’” reports Sasha Perl-Raver at Gossipsauce.com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perl-Raver says that Hasselhoff’s antics have started to wear thin on his fellow “America’s Got Talent”  judges, and that some judges might not return next season if Hasselhoff doesn’t keep himself in check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-3006034709261572955?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/3006034709261572955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=3006034709261572955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/3006034709261572955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/3006034709261572955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-hassle-hoff.html' title='Don&apos;t hassle The Hoff'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOzccJ8kZDI/AAAAAAAAADw/HammxFVMR-s/s72-c/david_hasselhoff_195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-4201683921810701428</id><published>2008-10-08T11:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:10:25.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOzLiIsBcsI/AAAAAAAAADo/0rKR5HCjKp4/s1600-h/40.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOzLiIsBcsI/AAAAAAAAADo/0rKR5HCjKp4/s320/40.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254798652542644930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit that wacky tobbacky already. I'm sick of taking breaks with people only to inhale the second-hand lung smuggler.  I'm running people. I am an athlete now(hold the chuckles, please) and I do not need anything interfering with my training, especially emphysema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a public service message brought to you by the makers of SPAM(The junk-mail, not the food-like substance). Check your e-mail. There should be some more messages for you about Acai Berries,Viagra, and Nicorette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-4201683921810701428?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/4201683921810701428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=4201683921810701428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/4201683921810701428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/4201683921810701428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/yep.html' title='Yep'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOzLiIsBcsI/AAAAAAAAADo/0rKR5HCjKp4/s72-c/40.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-6950681701316687247</id><published>2008-10-07T12:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:28:59.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh cat of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOuNkgAHGOI/AAAAAAAAADg/9ov4Ao9fPn4/s1600-h/white+trash+kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOuNkgAHGOI/AAAAAAAAADg/9ov4Ao9fPn4/s320/white+trash+kitty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254449048463022306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Cat. This morning I found him gnoshing on a bag of kitty treats.  If he keeps eating everything in sight pretty soon he won't be able to dart away from me like a maniac. Seriously, why are cats so dumb sometimes and so awesome other times?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-6950681701316687247?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/6950681701316687247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=6950681701316687247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6950681701316687247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6950681701316687247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-cat-of-mine.html' title='Oh cat of mine'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOuNkgAHGOI/AAAAAAAAADg/9ov4Ao9fPn4/s72-c/white+trash+kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-6813330378239688245</id><published>2008-10-06T10:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:09:55.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5k</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOoaY_ii4yI/AAAAAAAAADI/AcAOlo7-KB8/s1600-h/beginning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOoaY_ii4yI/AAAAAAAAADI/AcAOlo7-KB8/s320/beginning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254040931956613922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOoadRxt5jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6Gvclfn1sH0/s1600-h/almost+done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOoadRxt5jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6Gvclfn1sH0/s320/almost+done.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254041005571565106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOoai797H2I/AAAAAAAAADY/c-wZELShSY4/s1600-h/finish+line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOoai797H2I/AAAAAAAAADY/c-wZELShSY4/s320/finish+line.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254041102796398434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was awesome. I'm so glad that I got to experience this and consequently become addicted to it.  All of the runners are so supportive of each other. It's really quite refreshing to see the fast runners waiting at the finish line and clapping and cheering everyone on, up to the last 3 runners, who at this point were speed-walking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my parents really enjoyed the experience as well. my dad got to experiment with his new fancy camera and my mom got to cheer on the 87 year old woman who she was just in awe of.  Very good day indeed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am on to the next goal. I'm thinking I may go for a 10k now sometime in November or December since my big race(half-marathon) isn't until February.  I think it would be a good idea, that's for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-6813330378239688245?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/6813330378239688245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=6813330378239688245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6813330378239688245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/6813330378239688245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/5k.html' title='5k'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOoaY_ii4yI/AAAAAAAAADI/AcAOlo7-KB8/s72-c/beginning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-229164037477021845</id><published>2008-10-05T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:46:17.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joel FREAKIN McHale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOknc6slcLI/AAAAAAAAADA/iB2m9l2QOLA/s1600-h/joel+mchale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOknc6slcLI/AAAAAAAAADA/iB2m9l2QOLA/s320/joel+mchale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253773818050474162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went with my friend Sarah and her sister Amanda to see Joel McHale do stand-up over in Tampa this weekend. Not only did we score front row seats, but Joel came over and incorporated me into a story about The Girls Next Door, since I admitted being a fan of the show. He proceeded to have a 5 minute conversation with me about scenarios involving Hugh Hefner and Kendall laughing herself to death and me moving into the mansion to take her place. He then came over and pretended to be Hugh Hefner, asking me to answer the playboy girlfriend duty(booty) call. HAHA. Anyway, it was freakin hysterical and I talked with Joel McHale, who knows my name! Sweet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-229164037477021845?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/229164037477021845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=229164037477021845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/229164037477021845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/229164037477021845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/joel-freakin-mchale.html' title='Joel FREAKIN McHale'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOknc6slcLI/AAAAAAAAADA/iB2m9l2QOLA/s72-c/joel+mchale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-5441136181188212210</id><published>2008-10-03T09:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:41:42.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BBM and other stuff</title><content type='html'>Brighton Beach Memoirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOYeoA83jiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DZvtRAVTpII/s1600-h/brighton+beach+memoirs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOYeoA83jiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DZvtRAVTpII/s320/brighton+beach+memoirs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252919688173162018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this show. It has to be my favorite Neil Simon show that I have seen.  It's just adorable. The lead character is a young Jewish boy going through puberty and he is hilarious. He's also played by one of the most talented young actors in Brevard, Joey Swift.  It's very well written and witty.  You should check it out if you get the opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's finally Friday and I'm looking forward to my 5k tomorrow morning followed by the ultimate girls night in Tampa tomorrow night as we are entertained by the very funny Joel McHale.  I cannot wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-5441136181188212210?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/5441136181188212210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=5441136181188212210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/5441136181188212210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/5441136181188212210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/bbm-and-other-stuff.html' title='BBM and other stuff'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOYeoA83jiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DZvtRAVTpII/s72-c/brighton+beach+memoirs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-1601249606586458691</id><published>2008-10-02T12:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:20:40.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>www.runnersworld.com</title><content type='html'>I keep printing these articles from runnersworld.com for my race training. It's going well and I'm trying to find a program that will fit into the time frame I have to prepare but all the programs are shorter, like 10 weeks to train. And I have about 4 months.  Hmmm. Any suggestions anyone? I would just double up and do some weeks several times but I don't know if that's the way to do it.  There's so much info out there that it can be overwhelming at times but as soon as I get a set training schedule I'll be good. For the past 5 weeks I have been training for my first 5k so as soon as that race is over I need a new plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-1601249606586458691?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/1601249606586458691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=1601249606586458691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/1601249606586458691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/1601249606586458691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/wwwrunnersworldcom.html' title='www.runnersworld.com'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-2663333112097020510</id><published>2008-10-02T09:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:14:37.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Another Blog</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey Y'all. It's Thursday and that means I'm only 2 days away from seeing Joel McHale in Tampa from the front row courtesy of my best friend Sarah!  YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY! He is so funny. If you've never watched "The Soup" I highly recommend it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I'm going to see the dress rehearsal for &lt;em&gt;Brighton Beach Memoirs&lt;/em&gt;. I think that this play is probably the best Neil Simon play that I've seen. The others are just ok. Don't get me wrong though, there are still a bunch I've yet to see and my mind could be changed in the future. I did really like &lt;em&gt;Proposals&lt;/em&gt; too so I think that would be a close second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'm going to see &lt;em&gt;Arsenic and Old Lace &lt;/em&gt;to support Miss Em.  It should be a good show, despite the fact that they had to replace one of the leads 2 weeks out because she was an older woman who was having trouble with the lines and blocking. The following weekend I'm going to see &lt;em&gt;The Music Man &lt;/em&gt;to support Miss Olivia, who is playing Marian the librarian.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I'm Busy. But call me anyway. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-2663333112097020510?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/2663333112097020510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=2663333112097020510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2663333112097020510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2663333112097020510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-day-another-blog.html' title='Another Day Another Blog'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-4441981866641353457</id><published>2008-10-01T11:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:54:39.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>I'm wanting to make the cupcakes that look like Kodos from the Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green dye and sugar. MMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://celebrations.com/article/cool-halloween-cupcakes/?1052&lt;a href="http://celebrations.com/article/cool-halloween-cupcakes/?1052"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-4441981866641353457?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/4441981866641353457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=4441981866641353457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/4441981866641353457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/4441981866641353457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-7174968352461738164</id><published>2008-10-01T10:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:36:01.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Haiku</title><content type='html'>sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-7174968352461738164?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/7174968352461738164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=7174968352461738164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/7174968352461738164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/7174968352461738164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/boredom-haiku.html' title='Boredom Haiku'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-3170318529819226671</id><published>2008-10-01T09:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:24:42.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SON6FZva7RI/AAAAAAAAACw/1bxnAqDkRBw/s1600-h/yell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SON6FZva7RI/AAAAAAAAACw/1bxnAqDkRBw/s320/yell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252175823671848210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another boring day at work. Serioously, I should not have enough time to be writing blogs and such.  I remember the good ole Pet's Ahoy Days where 11 hour shifts went by in the blink of an eye. Ok so the pay was really crappy and there were other circumstances that led me to this higher paying brain cell killing job, but is there no happy medium? Either I'm bored to tears and making money or I'm running my ass off and living in the poor house.  I just don't know what to think. I do know that there's NO WAY I'M DOING THIS JOB UNTIL I RETIRE. Ahh, who am I kidding. I doubt I'll last another year here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-3170318529819226671?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/3170318529819226671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=3170318529819226671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/3170318529819226671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/3170318529819226671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/10/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SON6FZva7RI/AAAAAAAAACw/1bxnAqDkRBw/s72-c/yell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-4349554763163601693</id><published>2008-09-30T16:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:47:35.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQTuGVfqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZOgoNeZWpco/s1600-h/2008_03_24_motivation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQTuGVfqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZOgoNeZWpco/s320/2008_03_24_motivation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251918783933939362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me today, and everyday. *SIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-4349554763163601693?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/4349554763163601693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=4349554763163601693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/4349554763163601693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/4349554763163601693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-me-today-and-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQTuGVfqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZOgoNeZWpco/s72-c/2008_03_24_motivation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-3201338070663241893</id><published>2008-09-22T09:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:51:03.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh happy day</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of the rest of my life. HAHA. I'm a mad-crazy-optomist today(I almost wrote optometrist by mistake.haha). I figure I'm young and healthy and I still have all of these dreams floating around in my head so it's time to start realizing some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm training for a half marathon in February. I like this goal.I need something to strive for so I don't feel stagnant and I think I'm doing pretty good so far. I have  a 5k at the end of the month and I'm looking forward to that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOALS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-3201338070663241893?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/3201338070663241893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=3201338070663241893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/3201338070663241893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/3201338070663241893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh happy day'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-3294917015344344875</id><published>2008-08-11T13:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:05:30.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the fantastical life of Tina</title><content type='html'>I interviewed for a dog trainer position on Friday and I'm hoping to get a callback this week. The lady was nice but she had a pretty good poker face on so we'll see.  I always have a plan B, and C, and if needed, D, so I think I'll be ok either way.  It would be nice to get this though. It sounds like a great opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit Hole is coming along nicely, although I'm starting to get nervous since we open in less than 3 weeks. I don't even know how that's possible. I'm sure it will all be fine, I'm just wanting to get into the swing of things, that's all.  I'm getting my hair dyed for the part and that's exciting all in itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-3294917015344344875?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/3294917015344344875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=3294917015344344875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/3294917015344344875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/3294917015344344875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-on-fantastical-life-of-tina.html' title='Update on the fantastical life of Tina'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-3004966184650387309</id><published>2008-07-31T14:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:41:32.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life sucks today</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have one of those blah days where nothing excites you and you feel like you're stuck in an endless cycle of monotony?  Yep, I'm having one of those days.  It's times like these when I just want to sell all of my things and take off to a new fresh city and start over.  I think I'm getting closer and closer to actually doing that now. I'm over it. I crave new surroundings and new places to explore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody puts baby...er..Tina in a corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-3004966184650387309?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/3004966184650387309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=3004966184650387309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/3004966184650387309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/3004966184650387309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-sucks-today.html' title='Life sucks today'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-9199233837861797331</id><published>2008-07-16T09:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:44:22.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Anybody out there?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I auditioned for a play on Monday. It was kind of on a whim. I thought it would be a great part for me. Well, actually, the part, is me.  If you read the script, the character talks how I would talk. I had no trouble identifying with her at all.  So I go to the audition, and it's only me and one other girl my age and there are 2 women parts for that age range.  We both ended up reading for each part, back-to-back in a who's better show-down. She read amazingly well for the slightly older more serious role, while I felt I had the sarcastic, tough girl part down pat. Well, I got the call and was offered the tough girl role, so I'm hoping she got the other part so we can totally blow this show out of the water. Now I'm not cocky but I just think I really connect with this character and am looking forward to bringing something real to the part. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now of course, when it rains it pours.  The day after I auditioned for this role I received a callback from a diferent theatre saying they wanted me to come back for a specific part.  Thankfully this show isn't til April so I would be able to do both. Plus, the second gig is paid. How can I go wrong?&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/9115087-9199233837861797331?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/9199233837861797331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=9199233837861797331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/9199233837861797331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/9199233837861797331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-5472055390669637757</id><published>2008-07-02T09:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:37:48.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, Romans, Countrymen...</title><content type='html'>No, that's not what I was going to say. Why would I want your ears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So work is work today.  I'm totally turkey wrapping it for lunch and that makes me mondo stoked. I'm trying to verb new words today so bare with.  I think I'm classing it tonight at the gym although last time "Body Pump" nearly killed me. We shall see.  It all depends if I'm working a coma later or not from all the mundanity of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I didn't even understand that last paragraph and I wrote it.  Good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-5472055390669637757?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/5472055390669637757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=5472055390669637757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/5472055390669637757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/5472055390669637757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends-romans-countrymen.html' title='Friends, Romans, Countrymen...'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-662520351748193786</id><published>2008-05-20T11:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:04:07.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, I'm sick</title><content type='html'>I came down with the "Cabaret" bug.  It sucks.  At least I'm sick now instead of when I go to Australia. I'll get it out of my system and have fun with the kangaroos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-662520351748193786?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/662520351748193786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=662520351748193786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/662520351748193786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/662520351748193786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/05/dude-im-sick.html' title='Dude, I&apos;m sick'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-1528515075705804100</id><published>2008-05-04T21:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:49:00.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rare Tina sighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.magmypic.com/uploads/4/b6/4b65d5b2ddda643f32101551f0f6595a_NATURALGEO_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Create &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;Fake Magazine Covers&lt;/a&gt; with your own picture at &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;MagMyPic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a border=0 href="http://www.gigyamailbutton.com/wildfire/gigyamailbutton.ashx?url=aHR*cDovL3d3dy5naWd5YS5jb2*vd2lsZGZpcmUvd2Zwb3AuYXNweD9tb2R1bGU9ZW1haWwmdXJsPWh*dHAlM*ElMkYlMkZ3d3clMkVtYWdteXBpYyUyRWNvbSUyRmdldGNvZGU=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.gigya.com/wildfire/i/includeShareButton.gif" border="0" width="60" height="20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIwOTk1MDM5MzIzMCZwdD*xMjA5OTUwNzEyNDY2JnA9NTQ3ODEmZD1wYXJ*bmVyK2RhdGEmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-1528515075705804100?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/1528515075705804100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=1528515075705804100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/1528515075705804100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/1528515075705804100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/05/rare-tina-sighting.html' title='A Rare Tina sighting'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-450711049312920908</id><published>2008-04-23T09:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:31:23.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahoy Hoy</title><content type='html'>Everything's a bit crap today. I feel like crap. I look like crap.  Crapcrapcrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to work anymore. Work gets in the way of all the fun I'm trying to have. And it's not that I'm lazy. I just have the need to do as many extracurricular activities as humanly possible and it just does not make sense for me to sit behind a desk and stare at a retarded computer screen all day while my legs fall asleep from lack of movement. Suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabaret opens in 2 days. I don't know how I feel about this show. I know it has potential to be great and dramatic. I just don't know if it's living up to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-450711049312920908?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/450711049312920908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=450711049312920908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/450711049312920908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/450711049312920908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahoy-hoy.html' title='Ahoy Hoy'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-2597744987765112928</id><published>2008-02-04T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T08:59:33.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Starts</title><content type='html'>My last day at Pet's Ahoy was on Saturday and I am starting my new job today.  I work for my uncle at his drafting firm.  Should be not as exciting as Sea World, but also not as physically strenuous, which is a good thing.  My whole goal the next few months is to SAVE MONEY!! Seriously.  I suck at it. I'm going to Australia in June and I want to be able to enjoy myself and not worry about money.  Trip aside, I also need to build up my pathetic savings account.  Maybe I'll visit a financial advisor.  Any suggestions, besides the whole "stuff the money under your mattress" thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-2597744987765112928?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/2597744987765112928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=2597744987765112928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2597744987765112928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2597744987765112928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-starts.html' title='It Starts'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-2734414546420049</id><published>2008-01-03T23:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:18:59.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've updated this blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some recent events:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sweeney Todd- masterfully directed and wonderful performances and I think seeing it once will suffice. Muchas blood.  Getting to Sweeney Todd at Universal Cineplex involved lots of running because of extra cold Florida weather(which translates to about 35 degrees fahrenheit).  Fran and I actually ran all the way from the parking garage to the movie theatre, which involved speed running on the moving floors.  It was cold.  And yes, we ran most of the way back to our cars.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 30 Rock marathon with married friends- This one is kind of self explanatory actually.  It's a good show.  Can I just say that I want to be Tina Fey.  And not just on 30 Rock but in real life as well.  She rocks. It must be a "Tina" thing. ;);)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I only have 2 events to write about.  It's still early in the year people.  I have to spread out the excitement to keep you people coming back to my page in anticipation of what I'll do next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-2734414546420049?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/2734414546420049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=2734414546420049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2734414546420049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2734414546420049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-2389085455063876634</id><published>2007-10-08T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T11:52:21.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nomad.  Happy</title><content type='html'>I think I would like the nomadic wanderer lifestyle.  I enjoy being on the go and seing new places. If I could live in a different place every 6 months for the rest of my life I would be happy.  I need some traveling buddies though.  I don't understand why no one wants to be spontaneous and take chances with me.  Traveling and moving to new places would be fantastic.  I just can't convince anybody to go with me so I guess I'll be truckin it alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, except for Spencer, that is.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-2389085455063876634?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/2389085455063876634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=2389085455063876634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2389085455063876634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2389085455063876634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/10/nomad-happy.html' title='Nomad.  Happy'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-685099301272889967</id><published>2007-10-08T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:15:53.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The speck</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a little insignificant today.  What can I do to change that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-685099301272889967?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/685099301272889967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=685099301272889967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/685099301272889967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/685099301272889967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/10/speck.html' title='The speck'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-1714776415495008345</id><published>2007-09-23T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:01:23.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Has anybody seen his tambourine??</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lqOHKSPj6FE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lqOHKSPj6FE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only requirement is that you watch this video in its entirety.  Don't worry, it's only a couple of minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-1714776415495008345?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/1714776415495008345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=1714776415495008345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/1714776415495008345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/1714776415495008345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/09/has-anybody-seen-his-tambourine.html' title='Has anybody seen his tambourine??'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-2321118607054093734</id><published>2007-08-16T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T12:45:29.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching cats with my head</title><content type='html'>I'm am about to describe a feat not for the faint of heart.  I speak of the amazing death-defying, high jump cat!  This stunt begins with a cat climbing up to a high platform(around 15 feet) and jumping fearlessly onto the shoulder of a trainer standing down below.  Normally this is how this is done.  Now, of course, I am the exception to the rule.  I started learning high jump cat some weeks ago and whenever I would jump this particular cat, Rachel, she would always jump like a kamakaze lunatic right at my face but correct herself and end up on my shoulder.  So I was practicing with her and she was preparing to jump.  She came at me with claws outstretched, and unsurprisingly aimed at my face.  Well imagine my surprise when she did not make the necessary adjustments and bonked head-to-head with me, slightly stupifying both of us.  Needless to say, I now make sure my head is cocked waaay to the side so that I don't end up with a concussion or cat claws in my cranium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of cats but otherwise unrelated, I recently mentioned to friends and family that I am thinking of getting a cat.  It's so funny how the moment you mention this, suddenly people are throwing cats at you from every direction.  They all mean well, but they always know someone who has 50+ kitties that need homes STAT.  It's kind of depressing that cats are a dime a dozen.  It's really very sad because so many get put to sleep at shelters everyday.  So, if you know someone who knows someone who has a cat they're trying to get rid of, while I appreciate the thought, I most likely will be acquiring my cat from a high-kill shelter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-2321118607054093734?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/2321118607054093734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=2321118607054093734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2321118607054093734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2321118607054093734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/08/catching-cats-with-my-head.html' title='Catching cats with my head'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-5213684315655280244</id><published>2007-06-04T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:28:02.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this shed some light on my complex character?</title><content type='html'>me thinks not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="testResultInfo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;h1&gt;Your Score: &lt;span&gt;Moderate Utilitarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;h2&gt;You scored 33% Absolutism, 31% Consequential,  and 44% Utilitarian!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;div id="testResultInfoImg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/users/518/664/5196657491892456515/mt1143930004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a Moderate Utilitarian! You are someone who believes that the&lt;br /&gt;value of a thing depends on its utility (or usefulness). You believe&lt;br /&gt;that every action can be maximized to bring about the best consequences&lt;br /&gt;for the population or individual. You can justify actions based on&lt;br /&gt;their end result and you do so in your own life. You sometiems think&lt;br /&gt;that justice and equality should be valued, regardless of whether they&lt;br /&gt;increase happiness or not. Be careful though, because you might be&lt;br /&gt;accused of lacking "common sense" in morality since you can justify&lt;br /&gt;many positions on both sides of controversial issues, making it&lt;br /&gt;unsuitable for a 'common' morality. You're a cool cat though, just be&lt;br /&gt;careful when considering the "end result" as what truely matters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=13490361581103372900'&gt;The Ethical Compass Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=ajens1274'&gt;ajens1274&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;OkCupid&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test'&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-5213684315655280244?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/5213684315655280244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=5213684315655280244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/5213684315655280244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/5213684315655280244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/06/does-this-shed-some-light-on-my-complex.html' title='Does this shed some light on my complex character?'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-4334967908283691324</id><published>2007-05-23T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:22:30.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I been up to?</title><content type='html'>I know that's the question on everybody's mind.  Just to fill you in a bit, I still work at the retail department store with the crazies, I'm still actively searching for a so-called career type job, and I'm working on moving the heck out of Melbourne.  I have a job interview next week and if all goes well I will disclose more information, I just don't want to jinx anything that might could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other non-related news, I will be going to a wedding in June up in Ohio and a good time is to be had by all.  I haven't been to a wedding in ages and I'm hoping this one will rock out hard core.  Do weddings usually rock out hard core?  Wait, I don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In local news, I went to the dentist yesterday because I had flossed out a filling(yes, that's right my friends) and was left with a gaping hole in my tooth.  Dentist man ended up taking out a bunch of my tooth and putting a monster filling in(yay) and charging me out the a** because I have no insurance at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost of a new filling: $192&lt;br /&gt;Not having a huge hole in my tooth: priceless&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to pay my car payment: even more priceless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-4334967908283691324?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/4334967908283691324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=4334967908283691324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/4334967908283691324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/4334967908283691324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title='What have I been up to?'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-7929755267976591433</id><published>2007-04-29T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T12:02:51.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nash-Vegas</title><content type='html'>The trip is going well.  I auditioned for an improv troupe yesterday and that was a blast.  I forgot how much fun improv could be when people aren't jerks.  The people were all super nice and it was all very supportive and fun.  I'll know by Tuesday if I get into either troupe.  They have a short form(ala Whose Line is it Anyways) or long form(improvised one acts, etc) troupe so they can decide if I fit in to either one.  Very exciting stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to check out downtown Nashville yesterday as well.  It was a fun atmosphere with all the honky tonks and karaoke streaming out into the streets. I was on a mission to find Elvis underwear for my friend(I don't know if it exists but that's what she asked for) so I dragged my brother into every cheesy tourist shop and the closest thing I found was a potholder with a picture of Elvis and a recipe for his peanut butter and banana sandwiches.  How could you not love that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out a few apartments here and found a couple of nice reasonably priced ones, which is good.  I think I'll probably look a bit more tomorrow, maybe for something closer to downtown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should buy some really tacky cowboy boots, like turquoise, and wear them on the plane ride home.  I bet when my parents came to pick me up, my mom would love them.  HAHA. I do kind of want some sort of Johnny Cash memorabilia since I'm on this whole "Walk the Line" high lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-7929755267976591433?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/7929755267976591433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=7929755267976591433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/7929755267976591433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/7929755267976591433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/04/nash-vegas.html' title='Nash-Vegas'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-1512163063730232823</id><published>2007-04-03T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:57:08.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/RhJ5UaAx8pI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7MTQ5HuwHl8/s1600-h/2007_0402Image0020.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/RhJ5UaAx8pI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7MTQ5HuwHl8/s320/2007_0402Image0020.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/RhJ5UaAx8qI/AAAAAAAAABE/YfxwNd8VSxk/s1600-h/2007_0402Image0021.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/RhJ5UaAx8qI/AAAAAAAAABE/YfxwNd8VSxk/s320/2007_0402Image0021.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/RhJ5UqAx8rI/AAAAAAAAABM/gv2iNwBueT0/s1600-h/2007_0402Image0022.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/RhJ5UqAx8rI/AAAAAAAAABM/gv2iNwBueT0/s320/2007_0402Image0022.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/RhJ5U6Ax8sI/AAAAAAAAABU/XHaDt2QYa0Q/s1600-h/2007_0402Image0023.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/RhJ5U6Ax8sI/AAAAAAAAABU/XHaDt2QYa0Q/s320/2007_0402Image0023.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeter(chocolate) and Tenaya(yellow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my buddies!!&lt;div style='clear:both; 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float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/Rg_4CKAx8jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2c9FNSM57_c/s400/2007_0401Image0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NEW CAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-5908137291957827812?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/5908137291957827812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=5908137291957827812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/5908137291957827812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/5908137291957827812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/04/say-hello-to-new-addition-to-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/Rg_4CKAx8jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2c9FNSM57_c/s72-c/2007_0401Image0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-8970673735161336590</id><published>2007-03-28T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T05:30:40.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina-land news</title><content type='html'>Much has happened to me since my previous blogging. Let's start at the beginning. I gave two weeks notice at my barks-a-lot job and am simultaneously starting training at this new company we'll just call "Willards." It's been kind of hectic around here lately but the job transition has been smoothed over nicely with the addition of a 2005 Nissan Sentra in midnight blue. There's nothing like the feeling of knowing that your vehicle will get you from point A to point B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also scored tix to a very popular talk show in the area which we will call "Hellen." I'll hopefully be on tv in some way, shape or form next week. YAHOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-8970673735161336590?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/8970673735161336590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=8970673735161336590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/8970673735161336590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/8970673735161336590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/03/tina-land-news.html' title='Tina-land news'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-8630883791230446893</id><published>2007-03-22T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:14:24.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>I am awfully glad I participated in this event.  I usually skip these outings because I'm not a drinker and it's a little out of my element.  Well tonight, I decided to just go and not worry about it and I went to this pasta restaurant with about 12 other girls and ended up having a really good time exchanging funny stories and memories from the past.  Most of the memories were from previous shows we had all been a part of and one in particular keeps haunting me to this day.  Actually I really don't care when it's brought up but I think it's funny that 6 years after it happened it's still being talked about.  It's about me and it includes me falling down the stairs during a performance of Anything Goes.  Well, apparently, that's not the most entertaining part of the story.  No.  It's the fact that after about 15 seconds of pin-drop silence I got up and curtsied.  The great part was that the curtsy totally went with the whole ditsy aspect of the character.  I think at the time though, I had no idea what I was doing.  I just know that I fell down after I had tried to grab a railing to stabilize myself because the railing itself was not stable.  I almost took out two other people on the way down, and it felt like I was sitting on the ground in shock for what seemed like an eternity before I finally got up and did the only thing I could think of.  Now when you ask witnesses they say that everything happened really fast and I was up and grinning like an idiot before you had much time to think aout anything.  Well, I like when other people tell the story because they mke me look good, or better than I had imagined it went. Ahhh, the theatre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-8630883791230446893?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/8630883791230446893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=8630883791230446893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/8630883791230446893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/8630883791230446893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/03/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-2355850892500953460</id><published>2007-03-14T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:25:55.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I can't really get into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost  &lt;/span&gt;lately. I was such a fan of the show in the beginning, but I'm on to their game now. Every week, I hope all the questions from the previous episode are going to be answered, and every week they they add new questions and somehow avoid giving adequate answers to the old ones. I have last week's episode taped and I'm thinking I might tape tonight's show too. Plus who really wants to stay up til 10pm to watch it when it's a weeknight and I have to be at work at 6am. I don't know, man. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So career thoughts are processing in my head. Anyone who knows me has heard of my epic job plight. I'm working on a plan that is yet to be revealed for fear of jinxing it. More news later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-2355850892500953460?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/2355850892500953460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=2355850892500953460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2355850892500953460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/2355850892500953460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/03/wendesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-1751941328721845766</id><published>2007-03-06T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T07:24:26.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>I signed up for an 8 hour computer class today at BCC.  What was I thinking?  I guess because I've been applying for soooo many office type jobs lately it would be good to brush up on my microsoft applications.  I just hope I'm not bored out of my mind.  It's Excel mostly, which I should have picked up in college but not enough to feel proficient.  Watch me get there and already know how to do everything, which is the hunch I'm getting.  Oh well.  Back to school, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I went for a really great interview yesterday with this advertising company.  They want me to come back Friday and go on a promotional outing with them and then they'll chat about how I did and make me an offer so cross your fingers for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-1751941328721845766?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/1751941328721845766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=1751941328721845766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/1751941328721845766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/1751941328721845766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/03/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-7181174575214320314</id><published>2007-03-04T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:16:01.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Well technically I never went anywhere but I'm back to the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched Zodiac last night.  I thought it was an entertaining movie but I'm sure by the end of it you could see smoke coming out of my ears because I was trying to process the enormous amount of information that was being thrown out there.  Now I got the plot and I understand how they found the killer, just all of the extraneous material was a bit much.  I guess the purpose was to show how mentally exhausting it can be to work on a murder/whodunnit case.  It was all very interesting but I think I would talk myself in circles and not remember the ground I had already covered.  Anyway, I'll just say bravo, Mr Graysmith, bravo indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-7181174575214320314?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/7181174575214320314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=7181174575214320314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/7181174575214320314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/7181174575214320314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-117087697706041389</id><published>2007-02-07T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:36:17.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter Century Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>As I look back on this past year, I can't help but feel like I should have accomplished more with my life in those 12 months so on the eve of my 25th birthday I vow to get my ass into gear and accomplish a bunch of things that are way overdue(and I'm sure I don't need to mention these "things").  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 is going to be my year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-117087697706041389?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/117087697706041389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=117087697706041389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/117087697706041389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/117087697706041389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/02/quarter-century-tomorrow.html' title='Quarter Century Tomorrow'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-117016677770978720</id><published>2007-01-30T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:19:37.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes on a Scandal</title><content type='html'>Very Bizarre.  Having no clue what I was getting myself into, I agreed to go see this move with my friend Emily.  Ok, maybe that's a lie.  I knew there was a scandal, but I just assumed for some reason that it had something to do with the government or celebrities.  I was wrong.  I'm not going to give anything away but I will say this.  Judi Dench creeped me out in the worst way throughout this movie.  I hope she wins an Oscar because she hit the nail on the head with this character, as bizarre as it turned out to be.  To give you the vibe in the movie theatre, I will just say that there was a man sitting behind us who, every now and then, would utter "JESUS" under his breath and let out deep sighs.  Yep, it's that kind of movie. Have I intrigued you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-117016677770978720?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/117016677770978720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=117016677770978720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/117016677770978720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/117016677770978720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/01/notes-on-scandal.html' title='Notes on a Scandal'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-116915418695547365</id><published>2007-01-18T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T16:03:06.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have saved the fish</title><content type='html'>I was walking the causeway with my friends Emily and Lisa when I noticed a fish lying on the concrete.  It was still breathing so our first reaction was to toss it back into the ocean.  I bent down to try to get a hold of it and it flopped all over the place.  Just as I was about to grab it this girl yells from about 20 ft away, "That's my fish!  I just caught it!" so I left it alone, apologized, and kept walking.  Now after this happened I kept thinking how easy it would have been to pick up the fish and toss it into the ocean anyway, thereby saving its life. But no, I had to walk away and leave the poor floppy fish to be used as bait to catch a bigger fish.  Sadness. I hope it flopped its way back in before she got to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-116915418695547365?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/116915418695547365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=116915418695547365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116915418695547365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116915418695547365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-should-have-saved-fish.html' title='I should have saved the fish'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-116844792299300884</id><published>2007-01-10T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T12:12:24.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in Hollywood, A Night in the Ukraine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/1782/hollywoodposterml8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come see me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-116844792299300884?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/116844792299300884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=116844792299300884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116844792299300884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116844792299300884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-in-hollywood-night-in-ukraine.html' title='A Day in Hollywood, A Night in the Ukraine'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-116822489989257884</id><published>2007-01-07T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:54:59.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GREASE</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching that new reality tv show where they're searching for the next Danny and Sandy to star in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grease&lt;/span&gt; on Broadway. I always like watching those auditions because I have sooo been in their shoes.  Some of the people don't take rejection well at all but if you want to be an actor, you better get used to it. I just recently tried out for a Broadway casting agency in Orlando and while it was a good experience and I would do it again in a heartbeat, I don't think I'll be hearing from them anytime soon.  Obla-Di Obla-Da life goes on and what-not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-116822489989257884?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/116822489989257884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=116822489989257884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116822489989257884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116822489989257884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2007/01/grease.html' title='GREASE'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-116719188867784798</id><published>2006-12-26T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:58:08.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>$600 Palace of infinite awesomeness</title><content type='html'>So I was looking up apartments in the NYC and stumbled across this posting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odds are, you'd like to live somewhere. We all do. What I'm making available for the low low price of 600$ a month, starting on January 15th, is a room in the best apartment in the history of the universe. Yes, I just made a fragrantly unsubstantiatable assertion, and yes, the apartment is that awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off a little about the room:&lt;br /&gt;The room availible is separate from the rest of the palace. You'd have your own door/locks and lots of privacy. The room is 12x13ish with huge walk-in closet. This closet may or may not be big enough to house an army of midgets. If it is, imagine being able to mobilize a force of one-thousand vertically challenged death machines, all from the comfort of your own room. Preettty damn sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the apt is big too, and may even dwarf the aforementioned closet. There's an eat-in kitchen with a stainless steel fridge, that makes ice and water, stores an incredible amount of things, and greets you by name when you enter the room. There's also an extra freezer, new stove, microwave etc. and hallway storage. We own every kitchen appliance known to man. This includes, but is not limited to: a Waffle Iron, a Smoothy blender, a foreman grill, and an electric can-opener. Pretty damn fancy, if ya ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have a poolroom with another storage closet, pool light and a bar-sized pool table. We have a lounge that has leather couches and a big screen TV, a Hookah, a DVD collection of 200+ and assorted video game systems. It's gangsta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have 2 roof decks for when it's warmer. Dual roof access in the swank apartment of the future. Pretty damn spiffy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are about a 4 short blocks away from the C on the Ralph stop and 3 Aves away from the J/Z Chauncey stop. There's a laundrymat on the block, lots of bodegas and a supermarket in the vicinity and other stuff too, like the brothel down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this vulgar and awesome materialism aside, what makes this apartment awesome is the people. Gabby and I are pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a 20 year old fencing instructor and student at Columbia. I like to read, drink, watch movies, pretend to be Buddhist, and I occassionally dress up as a cowboy, gangster, or samurai among other things. I also cook, and will always offer you some food if you're around and I've cooked extra. I'm really laid back, and very very few things bother me. So long as you don't poop in my room, light fire to my hair, wax me in my sleep, or steal my computer, or smack my hos odds are, we'll get along super dandy and keen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby is a graduate of Pratt, an artist at the core, and awesome, for whatever it's worth. She has an unhealthy obsession with being so cool, and will often be cool to the point where it hurts. I keep telling her to get help, but she's insistent upon maintaining her excessive behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 600 rent+ 600 deposit to move in. If you're at all interested, reply to the questions below (Have fun with it), and we'll get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Ninjas or pirates? Why?&lt;br /&gt;2: Name, age, phone number, occupation.... religion, sexual orientation, allergies, blood type, social security number, credit card number, ethnic background, political affiliation, yearly income, ect etc ect (if you are exceedingly dense, everything past 'occupation' was a joke)&lt;br /&gt;3: Weapon of choice?&lt;br /&gt;4: Drink of choice? If it is a martini, is it shaken or stirred and why?&lt;br /&gt;5: If you could meet any one person, living or dead, fictional or real, who would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;6: Why should we pick you?&lt;br /&gt;7: Why shouldn't we pick you?(Please be honest about this one. If we do pick you, and you lied in this section, and you like to poop in other people's rooms or have a tendency to set fire to your residence, we will find out and your punishment will be both severe and merciless.)&lt;br /&gt;8: Ask me a question. Any question. This could include "If there is a tree and falls in the forest and nobody hears it, does it make a sound?" or "What is your favorite color?"&lt;br /&gt;9: What is the best thing about this ad? How could I improve it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Would he not be the best roommate ever??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-116719188867784798?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/116719188867784798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=116719188867784798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116719188867784798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116719188867784798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/12/600-palace-of-infinite-awesomeness.html' title='$600 Palace of infinite awesomeness'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-116641526467304842</id><published>2006-12-17T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:14:24.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December nonsense blog</title><content type='html'>Shoe issues.  All I want is a pair of shoes I can wear with jeans that aren't sneakers.  I've been to Payless and Kohls and purchased shoes from both of these places just to end up returning them because they fit all funky when I got them home.  Why shoes?  Why?  I'm hoping to find that magic pair that will go great with jeans and won't make me look like I'm auditioning for the circus.  Any ideas on where to get these wonder shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the christmas show ended today.  Now I can focus on the next show I'm in.  No more " Deck the halls with holllllly, jingle all the way/sha na na na na na na na/ let it snow-oh-oh-oh/I'm a little doll/ Mary did you know" and all that nonsense.  Ok, it was fun, but exhausting too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-116641526467304842?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/116641526467304842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=116641526467304842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116641526467304842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116641526467304842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-nonsense-blog.html' title='December nonsense blog'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-116534303867813973</id><published>2006-12-05T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:23:58.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all and to all a...</title><content type='html'>something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas blogger world to which I have belonged for 2+ years now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey who wants to go to Disney World when they come home for Christmas Break?  We could rock it old school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-116534303867813973?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/116534303867813973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=116534303867813973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116534303867813973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116534303867813973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-to-all-and-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to all and to all a...'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-116471888831431392</id><published>2006-11-28T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T08:13:06.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the bandwagon</title><content type='html'>Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina's self proclaimed horoscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will come in contact with a stranger who will introduce himself as Mr.X..  Mr X. will advise you to withdraw your life savings in quarters and open a rubber ball vending machine franchise.  You will do this and will make sure that you choose orange and green bouncy balls for the machines.  On one of these balls, you will draw a smiley face, along with the words "Caveat Emptor".    On the 3rd Monday of the 3rd month of the year of your 25th birthday, you will add this ball to a random machine and publicly announce a contest under the guise of "Bounce your way to Burma".  You will explain the contest as follows, the lucky recipient of the "smiley" ball will win an all expense paid trip to Burma on a private jet, sponsored by Burma Air.  On this private jet you will load all that's left of the green and orange bouncy balls, as Burma is notorious for the dealings of paddles on the black market and you have just realized the perfect cross-sell item.  Sending the "winner" along is the perfect cover to get your merchandise to Burma on a sponsored jet, subsequently selling your wares on the black market for a hefty sum.  You wait for a winner to emerge.  You wait.  You wait.  You wait some more.  You then realize that you forgot to put the ball with the smiley into one of the machines in the first place.  You curse silently and decide to just stick the ball into the ball slot of one of your machines and give some hooligan a free chance at winning.  The next day a winner emerges.  It is a homeless man who was living in the bathroom next to the machine.  You send this man to Burma, along with the massive cargo.  This man discovers your plan and when he arrives in Burma, completely takes over the operation, along with the massive profits accrued from the sale of paddle/ball kits.  You mourn for 3 weeks at the loss of your would-be fortune and then you recieve a suspiciously shaped envelope in the mail.  You open it and and are amazed to see an orange bouncy ball with a smiley face on it.  You turn it over and read the malicious words scribbled on the back, "CAVEAT EMPTOR".  This time, however, there is more enscryption. The ball is signed "Mr. X". Oh yeah...Mr. X. is a Miami Hurricanes fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you will get a pony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-116471888831431392?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/116471888831431392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=116471888831431392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116471888831431392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116471888831431392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-bandwagon.html' title='On the bandwagon'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-116450711168121750</id><published>2006-11-25T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:11:51.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds about right</title><content type='html'>Sunday, November 26, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius (Jan 20 - Feb 18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rather moody time for you and your changeability has had its impact on those close to you, too. Still, it's crucial to keep expressing your feelings, regardless of the resistance you might receive from others. Let your shifting needs register on the surface, for others will see through your attempts to hide them anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-116450711168121750?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/116450711168121750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=116450711168121750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116450711168121750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116450711168121750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/11/sounds-about-right.html' title='Sounds about right'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-116278074678448008</id><published>2006-11-05T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:39:06.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint your wagon</title><content type='html'>Well, not a wagon exactly.  I've taken on the task of painting my room a less intense color than the ever so delightful pepto bismo pink with forest green trim.  Yeah...my mom tried.  She tried.  So I will go about priming and painting until I have a calm soothing color.  I'm thinking either a shade of blue or olive green. Maybe I'll start a whole Feng Shui thing and get some candles and check my auras to make sure they are organized correctly.  Or maybe I'll just slap a coat of paint on the walls and call it a day.  Lots to think about.  Hmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-116278074678448008?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/116278074678448008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=116278074678448008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116278074678448008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116278074678448008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/11/paint-your-wagon.html' title='Paint your wagon'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-116265391383746807</id><published>2006-11-04T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T10:25:13.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Our neighborhood is hosting a garage sale and I swear this is the most people I've seen outside EVER.  And apparently a bunch of them know Shadow, probably from staring at him through their windows while he graciously poops on their lawn.  That dog.  He has no manners.  I introduced him to a couple of people and what does he do?  He goes straight for the crotch.  Come on, dog! I can't take him anywhere!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-116265391383746807?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/116265391383746807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=116265391383746807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116265391383746807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116265391383746807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/11/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-116138132871377491</id><published>2006-10-20T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T17:55:28.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was planning on building a time machine...</title><content type='html'>so this is good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your 1950s Name is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/1950snamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gwendolyn Renee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/1950snamegenerator/"&gt;What's your 1950s Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-116138132871377491?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/116138132871377491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=116138132871377491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116138132871377491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116138132871377491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-planning-on-building-time.html' title='I was planning on building a time machine...'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-116136623769424636</id><published>2006-10-20T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:43:57.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement</title><content type='html'>I just recently discovered that Johnny Depp will be starring in the movie version of Seeney Todd.  How freakin awesome is that.  Costarring Helena Bonham Carter, no less.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-116136623769424636?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/116136623769424636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=116136623769424636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116136623769424636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116136623769424636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/10/excitement.html' title='Excitement'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-116114382051281788</id><published>2006-10-17T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:57:00.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Auditions</title><content type='html'>I tried out for a musical today(and yesterday).  I hadn't tried out for anything in over a year so it felt really good.  My voice sounded terrible though.  That'll learn me to not sing all these months and think that I have enough natural ability to pull notes out of my bottom.  Ok, I didn't do that bad with the singing, just not as good as I wanted to do. Blah.  Let's talk about dancing then.  I guess I have become a rather competent tap dancer over the past year, which feels pretty good, I must say.  There were only about for or five of us there who were able to tap and tap fast like they wanted.  So if I had an in for this musical in any way it would have to be for the tap.  This is a tap heavy show and they're gonna need some people who aren't just going through the motions.  We'll see I suppose.  Cast announcement isn't until Friday of this week so I will be held in suspense until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tappa tappa tappa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-116114382051281788?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/116114382051281788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=116114382051281788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116114382051281788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116114382051281788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/10/auditions.html' title='Auditions'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-116088704709722052</id><published>2006-10-14T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:37:27.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Departed</title><content type='html'>Never have I left a movie theatre before and had the fear of being shot in the head instilled in me...until now.  Shot in the freaking head.  S-H-O-T in the H-E-A-D.  Even after saying this, I still enjoyed this movie and highly recommend it. How is this possible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me begin at the beginning.  I walked into this movie and immediately embraced  the deep Bostonian accents(I guess cursing like a sailor also comes with the territory?) with the "Pok the cah in Ha-vud yod" and what-not.  Also the plot had the twists and turns and ups and downs that kept it very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cast was definitely the cream of the crop.  Alec Baldwin and Mark Wahlberg were snot-inducingly funny with their uncensored and sometimes deranged dialogue.  And how about these two words, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack Nicholson&lt;/span&gt;.  Do I really have to say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I will. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us not forget our two leading men; a Mr. Matt Damon and Mr. Leonardo DiCaprio. Whilst trying not giving away any of the juicy details I will just say you will fall in love with one character and end up hating the other(yes, this will happen even if you are a dude. Deal with it.) I mean, how do you get all of these great actors into one movie? I will tell you how.  You have Martin Scorsese direct it, that's how.  Oh yeah, I guess money doesn't hurt either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while there is a fair share of ketchup splattering in this cinematic feature, if you keep your hands at neck level throughout you can pretty much cover your eyes at the appropriate moments and enjoy the rest of this intense and rather thought provoking film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-116088704709722052?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/116088704709722052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=116088704709722052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116088704709722052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116088704709722052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/10/departed.html' title='The Departed'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-116057252484421751</id><published>2006-10-11T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T09:18:53.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nemo's Dying</title><content type='html'>The lone survivor of my dad's attempt at raising baby clownfish is slowly wasting away. I can remember when he was just a floating pair of eyeballs, and now he's grown to a floating pair of eyeballs with stripes.  I just gave him a pep talk a minute ago so there's still hope.  Right now he's napping on the bottom of the tank.  Hopefully he'll start eating the enormous amount of food that dad put in the cage as a last effort.  Poor Nemo. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-116057252484421751?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/116057252484421751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=116057252484421751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116057252484421751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/116057252484421751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/10/nemos-dying.html' title='Nemo&apos;s Dying'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-116013777749835806</id><published>2006-10-06T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:29:37.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gator Growl Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well I am mighty happy that I am able to get out of Melbourne for the weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I have to say about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-116013777749835806?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115980224904456964</id><published>2006-10-02T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T11:17:29.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://toothpastefordinner.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://toothpastefordinner.com/100206/failed-tshirt-idea-number-6001.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toothpastefordinner.com/"&gt;toothpastefordinner.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115980224904456964?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115980224904456964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115980224904456964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115980224904456964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115980224904456964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/10/toothpastefordinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115967103321610598</id><published>2006-09-30T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:50:33.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Invincible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/778/invincibleky7.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having high hopes for this movie, I was pleasantly suprised that I found myself enjoying it completely.  Anyone who knows me is aware of the fact that anything football is usually completely lost on me, but somehow this movie went beyond just football.  It was one of those underdog tales and you can't help but feel warm and gushy inside. The real "kicker" of the entire film had to be the 1970's inspired soundtrack.  The songs were fab-tastic.  Go see this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115967103321610598?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115967103321610598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115967103321610598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115967103321610598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115967103321610598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/09/invincible.html' title='Invincible'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115949738647422512</id><published>2006-09-28T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:36:26.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigma</title><content type='html'>Am I just a series of randomly strewn events set to bad 80's music?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115949738647422512?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115949738647422512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115949738647422512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115949738647422512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115949738647422512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/09/enigma.html' title='Enigma'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115862922615232040</id><published>2006-09-18T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:27:06.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid brain</title><content type='html'>Today I feel like my own brain is trying to sabotage me.  What the heck.  I thought we were a team here and yet it's secretly been plotting against me and slowly making me doubt everything I've ever decided.  That's pretty harsh.  I think I need a lobotomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not crazy, I'm just having a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115862922615232040?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115862922615232040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115862922615232040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115862922615232040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115862922615232040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/09/stupid-brain.html' title='Stupid brain'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115783287405713263</id><published>2006-09-09T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T16:21:00.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Races</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2776/353/640/2006_0908Image0010.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2776/353/320/2006_0908Image0010.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='clear:all;float:left;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor:hand'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2776/353/640/hamsterrace06.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2776/353/320/hamsterrace06.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='clear:all;float:left;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor:hand'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hamster lost.  She got on the track and she froze like a deer in headlights.  I made her finish the race though.  She's no quitter!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty and Robby were there to cheer Maggie on and above is a lovely shot of the races and me and Robby posing with the contender. Eye of the tiger baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115783287405713263?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115783287405713263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115783287405713263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115783287405713263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115783287405713263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-at-races.html' title='A Day at the Races'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115762941594704419</id><published>2006-09-07T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T07:43:35.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.petco.com/Content/HamsterDerby.aspx?Nav=1&amp;cm_sp=site-_-hamsterderby-_-082906"&gt;Hammie's time to shine!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115762941594704419?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115762941594704419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115762941594704419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115762941594704419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115762941594704419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-yes.html' title='Oh yes'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115699536590022881</id><published>2006-08-30T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:36:05.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ernie Ernie</title><content type='html'>SO Ernie did not deliver the knock-me-over wind gusts that we were all expecting.  Heck, he didn't even get me a day off of work.  What's that all about? Everyone knows the only real perk to living in Florida is looking forward to hurricane-related days off of work. Whateve.  Yes, I leave my r's off of that word on purpose.  It's just a thing I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see here.  I work five days a week and I have two more days left of job fun this week.  What percentage is that?  2/5 I guess.  So I'm 60% done with work this week.  So sad how much I detest this job. Blech. It leaves a coppery taste in my mouth. Or maybe that means I'm having a heart attack. That would suck. What does it mean again when you taste almonds?  Oh yeah, poison, I think.  Well, this is just a lovely turning point in the conversation, isn't it? I need a new job, STAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115699536590022881?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115699536590022881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115699536590022881' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115699536590022881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115699536590022881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/08/ernie-ernie.html' title='Ernie Ernie'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115682345298330348</id><published>2006-08-28T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:52:04.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so proud.</title><content type='html'>2222222222222222222222222222222222c2222222222&lt;br /&gt;22222222222222222222ggggggggggggooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;ooooojjj[[[[[[[[[['''''''''''''''''''''''''''&lt;br /&gt;''''''''''''''''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what my hamster can type!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115682345298330348?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115682345298330348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115682345298330348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115682345298330348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115682345298330348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-so-proud.html' title='I&apos;m so proud.'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115673254644176971</id><published>2006-08-27T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:35:46.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do yourself a favor...</title><content type='html'>and go see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0449059/"&gt;Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Tina says so. And yes, it's that good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115673254644176971?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115673254644176971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115673254644176971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115673254644176971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115673254644176971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-yourself-favor.html' title='Do yourself a favor...'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115670647741445840</id><published>2006-08-27T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T15:21:55.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...and a happy sunday to you.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a bit like George Costanza in that episode of Seinfeld where he quits his job and is searching for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George: I like buildings.  I could be an architect.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry:  I think you need to have some kind of degree for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George: well, what about sports.  I like sports.  I could be a sports announcer.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry:  Usually they tend to hire people who have sports experience or who have played sports before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess what?  I like books...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115670647741445840?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115670647741445840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115670647741445840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115670647741445840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115670647741445840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-happy-sunday-to-you.html' title='...and a happy sunday to you.'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115599231112436961</id><published>2006-08-19T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T08:58:31.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best list ever!</title><content type='html'>I was looking up the terminology for a fear of snakes(Ophidiophobia) and stumbled across this &lt;a href="http://www.phobialist.com/"&gt;list&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm not the only one who is afraid of precipices. I definitely have this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Decidophobia- Fear of making decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well list some more of what makes me tick(I guess so everybody can use this against me in the future?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Arachnephobia or Arachnophobia- Fear of spiders.&lt;br /&gt; Ergophobia- Fear of work.&lt;br /&gt; Hemophobia or Hemaphobia or Hematophobia- Fear of blood.&lt;br /&gt; Kakorrhaphiophobia- Fear of failure or defeat.&lt;br /&gt; Mycophobia- Fear or aversion to mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt; Nucleomituphobia- Fear of nuclear weapons.&lt;br /&gt; Obesophobia- Fear of gaining weight.(Pocrescophobia)&lt;br /&gt; Ophidiophobia- Fear of snakes. (Snakephobia)&lt;br /&gt; Ophthalmophobia- Fear of being stared at.&lt;br /&gt; Politicophobia- Fear or abnormal dislike of politicians.&lt;br /&gt; Pteromerhanophobia- Fear of flying.&lt;br /&gt; Pupaphobia - Fear of puppets.(only puppets of the Fraggle Rock persuasion)&lt;br /&gt; Selachophobia- Fear of sharks.&lt;br /&gt; Spermatophobia or Spermophobia- Fear of germs.&lt;br /&gt; Stenophobia- Fear of narrow things or places.&lt;br /&gt; Testophobia- Fear of taking tests.&lt;br /&gt; Xanthophobia- Fear of the color yellow or the word yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the kicker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the icing on the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Phobophobia- Fear of phobias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm a nutjob.  Oh well, Was there ever any doubt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115599231112436961?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115599231112436961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115599231112436961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115599231112436961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115599231112436961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/08/best-list-ever.html' title='Best list ever!'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115575882932175548</id><published>2006-08-16T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T16:07:09.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love A-B-CD's</title><content type='html'>HAHA.  Ok so it's not really called that but since everybody in Melbourne knows what I'm talking when I say that name then why should I call it by the correct name.  Isn't it more important that I'm happy? So anyway, ABCD's had a 30% of cd sale today and I scored the Ramones anthology for a mere $12 and some change. Double score since it was a two-disc set.  That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, why won't anyone freaking hire me!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115575882932175548?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115575882932175548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115575882932175548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115575882932175548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115575882932175548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-b-cds.html' title='I love A-B-CD&apos;s'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115567811052640060</id><published>2006-08-15T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:41:50.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>computer chair</title><content type='html'>I love my new computer chair.  It's ab fab.  Yeah, I'm a dork but I like it.  It's much better than the dining room chair I had been using for the past 2 years.  It was definitely time for an upgrade. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, nobody's making you read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115567811052640060?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115567811052640060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115567811052640060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115567811052640060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115567811052640060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/08/computer-chair.html' title='computer chair'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115477976504139383</id><published>2006-08-05T08:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:10:59.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why write when I can copy and paste?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/6114/7upbe0.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115477976504139383?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115477976504139383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115477976504139383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115477976504139383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115477976504139383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-write-when-i-can-copy-and-paste.html' title='Why write when I can copy and paste?'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115395966555246717</id><published>2006-07-26T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:21:05.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The gloves do nothing!</title><content type='html'>I'm in charge of feeding the fish this week.  The fish eat brine shrimp and other "of the sea" creatures that happen to reek up your hands pretty bad.  Well, I wore gloves today so I could avoid the pungent smell being stuck on my hands, and guess what?  It's still there!  THE GLOVES DID NOTHING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115395966555246717?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115395966555246717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115395966555246717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115395966555246717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115395966555246717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/07/gloves-do-nothing.html' title='The gloves do nothing!'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115358539093507932</id><published>2006-07-22T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T12:23:10.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/5273/640/2006_0721Image0004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/5273/320/2006_0721Image0004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fortune plant finally revealed my message.  Best $2 ever spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115358539093507932?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115358539093507932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115358539093507932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115358539093507932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115358539093507932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-fortune-plant-finally-revealed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115357864227706352</id><published>2006-07-22T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T10:31:58.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I OD'ed on Tic Tacs</title><content type='html'>Let me just clarify that I do not have bad breath, I just really happen to like Tic Tacs.  I can't eat just 5.  I have to eat them all.  I think this is a serious problem that I need to seek out help for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could just not buy Tic Tacs anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115357864227706352?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115357864227706352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115357864227706352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115357864227706352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115357864227706352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-oded-on-tic-tacs.html' title='I OD&apos;ed on Tic Tacs'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115313411166209401</id><published>2006-07-17T06:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T07:01:51.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self</title><content type='html'>No more Discovery Channel before bed.  Wow.  I was watching something about the most extreme predators and they were talking about the Great White Shark attacking surfers because they resemble seals.  The next thing I know I'm swimming in the water and a Great white shark is after me.  I got out in time by climbing onto a boat that was nearby but then I saw my friend Misty was still in the water so I grabbed her hand and pulled her up too.  That crazy shark then proceeded to follow us onto the boat and chase us by walking upright.  Talk about scary!  We ran upstairs and shut the door and the shark was pushing against the other side.  Then everything was a little fuzzy but I'm pretty sure we didn't get eaten, which is a relief.  Crazy dream. Actually, it's pretty funny after the fact. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115313411166209401?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115313411166209401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115313411166209401' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115313411166209401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115313411166209401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/07/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115275208247164665</id><published>2006-07-12T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:54:42.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Might as well face it, I'm addicted to...</title><content type='html'>phenylalanine.  That's right.  I'm trying to cut out the sweet sugary drinks that I love so much.  It's very hard for me to go "cold turkey" though so I have found a suitable substitute in the form of crystal light pink lemonade.  I'm addicted.  At this point you could probably hook me up to an IV of pink lemonade.  Or maybe that's not a good idea.  Whatever.  Did I get my point across that I like the stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my life is so boring I've gone and blogged about nutrasweet.  The universe owes me some excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115275208247164665?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115275208247164665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115275208247164665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115275208247164665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115275208247164665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/07/might-as-well-face-it-im-addicted-to.html' title='Might as well face it, I&apos;m addicted to...'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115238268646519662</id><published>2006-07-08T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T14:18:06.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Y'aaaaaaarrrrr</title><content type='html'>Just getting ready to see Pirates this afternoon.  Should be rollicking good fun.  I love pirates.  Well, let me rephrase that.  I love fake movie pirates.  I have a feeling I wouldn't like pirates in real life.  What with the bad hygenic practices and the scurvy and all.  But I guess I'll never know for sure if I would get along with them and that's just fine with me.  Avast ye matey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115238268646519662?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115238268646519662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115238268646519662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115238268646519662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115238268646519662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/07/yaaaaaaarrrrr.html' title='Y&apos;aaaaaaarrrrr'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115087.post-115232465564210137</id><published>2006-07-07T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:10:55.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/5273/640/2006_0626Image0018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/5273/320/2006_0626Image0018.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really go for a daiquiri served in a coconut right about now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115087-115232465564210137?l=fairlyfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/feeds/115232465564210137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115087&amp;postID=115232465564210137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115232465564210137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115087/posts/default/115232465564210137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairlyfamous.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-could-really-go-for-daiquiri-served.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08812407543909633857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_86f3QlW61e4/SOKQ7DY4yBI/AAAAAAAAACY/06jqWTbbOBU/S220/salad+fingers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
