<?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-14026377</id><updated>2011-08-30T00:26:59.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of Gigs</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Elizabeth and I'm here to make a fool out of myself. Please enjoy your ride!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-5510897642863727257</id><published>2009-12-01T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:28:49.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two years since the last entry. Nothing has happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay two years is a little long so I will have to recap in small doses. Heres a more recent tale:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been meaning to put up some Christmas lights during my days off this week and there was no better time than waiting until after dark tonight to do so. Not only was it cold and dark but I live in an area over populated by JUDGERS. I'm like a winning lottery ticket to a judger. They seem to lurk around me waiting to cash in. Never a disappointment.  So there I am hanging up Christmas lights and trying to duck from people (JUDGERS) as they drive by or walk into the building. I managed to do a pretty good job of not making an ass out of myself until I took a hammer to my thumb. I silently cursed everything holy, and resisted the urge of throwing my PINK hammer three stories down. My luck I would hit someones dog and have to live out my days in a psych ward. Since the hammer was benched, I decided to use my staple gun. So now I'm the girl stapling a sad string of lights up, drawing even more attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I get to the point where one would stop and accept the fact its fine if the tail of the string of lights just hangs there. Living on the edge, I decide to hit it with one more staple and actually put the staple thru the cord. I can't the first one to do this but I couldn't decide if I should leave it and risk it bursting into flames and burning down my apartment building. Or, taking down all my hardwork. After taking 5 seconds to weigh the pros and cons I decided to pre-dial 911 on my phone and spend the rest of the evening watching it from the inside of my aparment while its still standing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-5510897642863727257?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/5510897642863727257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=5510897642863727257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/5510897642863727257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/5510897642863727257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back.html' title='Im back!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-4291418839517864868</id><published>2007-10-02T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T09:17:15.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>done with skirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Seriously...what is my deal with work and not being able to wear a skirt! I'm not sure if I posted after my latest incident..pretty sure I didnt because it was just too embarrassing. &lt;br /&gt;I went to the ladies room and was walking back to the office and all of a sudden someone was yelling "Mam! Mam!" I really didn't think much of it but she got louder and it seemed obvious then that she might be talking to me. I turned around and it was a secretary from another office I walk by 100 times A DAY. She then attempted to whisper but probably out of breath from having to yell at me, she informed me that part of my skirt was tucked into my underwear in the back. Only girls will understand that this can happen and one should always check before leaving a restroom or going anywhere out in public. I was mortified! I really didn't know what else to say by "thanks." The best part was that my restroom trip was actually on the way to go drop something off in the basement of my building. So I walked from the restroom (in the basement)down two long hall ways then walked back done those two hallways, up the stairs and ACROSS the main lobby of my building (which happens to be the Administration Building, holding of course the higher powers of campus). It wasn't until I have within reach of my office that someone stopped me. I didn't think I could ever look that woman in the face. I don't really remember when it happened and I no longer think of it as I pass her everyday but it was up there with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/06/must-find-new-lunch-spot.html"&gt;Table Incident.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That was a longer recap than intended but today ranks up there with that incident. I bought this handkerchief skirt recently because it was ridiculous cheap. I tried it on in the privacy of my apartment and really couldn't figure out how to wear it because it has all different lengths and such and I don't internet at my place so I couldn't GOOGLE it like I have been doing for the past half-hour. But, for some reason today I decided to wear it even though I wasnt 100% sure that I was wearing it correctly. I have been sitting at my desk all morning thinking it cant be right but when I stand up its Okay...somewhat? Well I just thought I would turn it 90 degrees and I think thats the way it was always supposed to be. So I have been walking around all morning with my skirt on sideways pretty much, with the shortest length of fabric in front. I bet the people in my building wonder if I own a mirror or that my second job is working the corner! Still not positive that I am wearing it right but I will just rock it until someone tells me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-4291418839517864868?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/4291418839517864868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=4291418839517864868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/4291418839517864868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/4291418839517864868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2007/10/done-with-skirts.html' title='done with skirts'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-191746193190237423</id><published>2007-09-12T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T07:58:03.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong number</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Getting used to the apartment. I am really loving the space and have no major complaints. I recently purchased a couch and that has been the biggest improvement. I haven't caved in and got cable yet so I only have my VHS tapes to keep me company. For some reason I could not get my DVD player to work so I have been busting out some of the classics on tape. I forgot how much I love Circle of Friends, Basketball and Titanic! Well last night something clicked in my brain and I was able to get my DVD player to work. I know I can survive now because I can watch the first two seasons of 'The Office' I own on DVD!&lt;br /&gt;My latest adventure with apartment living has been contacting the office about a couple of things that needed to be fixed in my apartment. For one I have a mop bucket residing inside my fridge to catch the water from whatever is leaking. I wrote a note and attached it to my check-in list and had never heard from the maintenance. I thought this isn't good because I guess I will never be able to get things fixed. Well I then started calling the office on my breaks and such, only because I leave in the morning well before they open and get home way after the sun has set. The messages I left were in great detail and was again saddened by living somewhere with poor service. Well the other day I thought I would check the number. I had been just using the number I had programmed into my cell phone...no need to question right? WRONG. Yeah, Im pretty sure I have been calling someones house and leaving messages about how my fridge leaks from the inside and how my sink keeps backing up since the garbage disposal is not functioning. I'm really glad I provided the answering machine with way more information needed to have management come fix my apartment. Like full name, apartment number, likes/dislikes/turn-offs, full physical description, blood type, where i hide the key, etc. I really hope no one saves them and posts them on the internet or something like that. I'm sure someone is having a good laugh. Lesson learned: Don't trust a cell phone...they are smarter than we think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-191746193190237423?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/191746193190237423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=191746193190237423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/191746193190237423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/191746193190237423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2007/09/wrong-number.html' title='wrong number'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-6818119385455104352</id><published>2007-08-30T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T12:46:17.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new uses for a turkey baster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been trying to leave for work earlier than normal this week since traffic is at an all time high of sucky-ness. I took an extra five minutes, laying in bed this morning, to worry about all the crap I have to get in next two days before moving. Of course then the dog had to be let out....which i loathe because i always end of standing outside in my bathrobe trying to see a black dog in darkness. While she was out doing her thing i thought I would throw my pants in the dryer to get most of the lint off of them (very good trick FYI). I stepped into the laundry room and one of my feet slid away from my body and I grabbed unto the dryer in fear of falling. My hand went into a pool of liquid. I flipped on the light and found that the Tide bottle had fallen from the shelf and spilled EVERYWHERE. Of course it had to be the super size bottle of Tide. I was at a loss of what to do because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I had to go to the bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. the dog was still outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. i was already running late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. not sure i should run the dryer when the top has a lake of Tide on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took care of my business, let the dog in, and riffled through the kitchen for some device to try and clean it up in a hurry. I first grabbed a pampered chef spatula but that was a no go. My next choice was a turkey baster. Worked like a charm. So i stood there for a good ten minutes squeezing up Tide. I finally got down to a point where it was just a small layer and had to take two towels to it for it to come off. I tackled the floor and stepped on piles of Tide filled clothes that were laying in front of the dryer. I had to give up for the sake of not being able to beam myself to work. I hopped in the shower and almost had a close call with death again from falling. That stuff sticks to skin like no other. I'm pretty sure my hair was washed with Tide and I am going to have a permanent layer on the bottoms of my feet. I cant wait to get home and tackle the rest of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lesson learned...make sure the cap is securely on before shelfing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-6818119385455104352?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/6818119385455104352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=6818119385455104352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/6818119385455104352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/6818119385455104352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-uses-for-turkey-baster.html' title='new uses for a turkey baster'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-511329673118523524</id><published>2007-06-22T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T06:44:18.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS WHY THEME PARKS ARE NO ME GUSTA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My favorite parts are highlighted!(taken from cnn.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Girl's feet severed on ride at Six Flags in Kentucky&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(CNN) -- A girl's feet were cut off Thursday when a free-fall thrill ride malfunctioned at the Six Flags Kentucky Kingdom Amusement Park in Louisville, Kentucky, police said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A cord wrapped around the 16-year-old's feet and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;severed them at her ankles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;while she was on the "Superman Tower of Power," a police dispatcher said. The girl was taken to a local hospital.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An unidentified witness told CNN affiliate WLKY she saw a cable on the ride snap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The people on the ride just came and hit the ground," she said. "When I got up there, the lady &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;she was just sitting there, and she didn't have no legs.&lt;/span&gt; ... And she was just there, calm, probably in shock from everything."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"That could have been all of us -- riding that ride," witness Whitney Sandfer told CNN affiliate WDRB/WMYO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The incident took place shortly before 5 p.m. ET, according to Six Flags spokeswoman Wendy Goldberg. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The park remained open, but the ride in question was shut down&lt;/span&gt; and will remain so until the full investigation is complete, Goldberg said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During the ride, passengers are lifted to 177 feet, suspended momentarily and then dropped, according to the park's Web site. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Passengers drop 154 feet at 54 mph, stopping "just 20 terrifying feet above the pavement," it adds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I seen the car go up. Then, like, the cable broke, I heard -- pwchh -- and I heard a lot of people screaming," Chris Stinnett, who was at a ride next to the Superman Tower of Power, told WDRB/WMYO. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The cable went under the car -- and I seen it pull up and hit a lot of people -- and I seen them bring their legs up," Stinnett said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ride was introduced in 1995.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-511329673118523524?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/511329673118523524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=511329673118523524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/511329673118523524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/511329673118523524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-why-theme-parks-are-no-me-gusta.html' title='THIS IS WHY THEME PARKS ARE NO ME GUSTA!!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-7398774891889637321</id><published>2007-06-15T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T05:48:10.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two trees died for nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;"Can't we print out that stuff and put it in the binder."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;"Well there is over 200 pages. I think thats why they started having people go online."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;"Well print out just that section and I will put it in the book so we can look at it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Today-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;"Does this test get a response envelope?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;"I'm not sure. You can look at the instructions I printed out yesterday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;"Well why don't you go online real quick and look it up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-7398774891889637321?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7398774891889637321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=7398774891889637321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/7398774891889637321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/7398774891889637321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/two-trees-died-for-nothing.html' title='two trees died for nothing'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-2995047609329064808</id><published>2007-06-08T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:17:33.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting finds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wasting time on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;craigslist&lt;/span&gt; and found some interesting ads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm a 25 y/o professional guy who works nights and weekends. I like to party but don't rage every night. 420 friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;"don't rage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; night but its cool to smoke pot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The room you would stay in is 12 x 8, so you'd need a single bed, but we'd give you perks to make up for it! (For example: no mowing, we'll bake you a cake, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like how in exchange for a crappy room they will bake you a cake, seems fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; anyone in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;omaha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cbluffs&lt;/span&gt; area with a room that is pretty cheap for someone who needs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;a space for a few months -  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;here for family medical problems and need some ALONE SPACE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;a cheap and reasonable price -   can cook clean paint etc to help out - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; let me know and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; prefer someone w&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ho does not have 4 dogs and 9 cats&lt;/span&gt; -   THANKS for your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;attention and get back to me - VERY VERY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;laidback&lt;/span&gt; guy from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TEXXX&lt;/span&gt; in this area for a few months ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;p.s.   i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; am a gay buddy if that matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite parts are in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;orange!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-2995047609329064808?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/2995047609329064808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=2995047609329064808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/2995047609329064808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/2995047609329064808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2007/06/interesting-finds.html' title='Interesting finds'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-4852836232424593519</id><published>2007-05-25T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:12:03.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Can I get an Amen its Friday!! AMEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;okay..back to business. The workplace has hit a serious drought and I am forced to stay awake by reading anything that catches my eye on the Internet. Here are some interesting things from this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo Bice gets a massage in Lincoln:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found this story this morning. Random on two levels, it was Bo Bice and he was in Lincoln and decided to get a massage? I just found the article totally ridiculous. It just went on and on about how the manager had to confess to him that everyone in her salon had voted for him....riiiight. I would have responded with "prove it" or "I don't believe you." and this is why I can never be a celebrity. I'm sure he hasn't heard that one before. My favorite part was the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The women at Utopia have fun in their down time. They talk about many things, like the hot guys on TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Deidra and Sherry both have photo shrines to Patrick Dempsey taped behind the front desk. Sherry sits on the right as you come in, Deidra on the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sherry also has a shrine to Jon Bon Jovi. Deidra has one to Matthew McConaughey. They share a hand-lotion dispenser in the middle, which Sherry decorated with photos of Patrick Dempsey on one side, Rob Lowe on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;That's just what Bo Bice wants to see/hear. Your shrine to guys you think are hot. I think the medical term for their behavior is PSYCHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know what could be in your can of Red Bull:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a energy drink kick lately but got curious just how much more caffeine am I benefiting from by purchasing overpriced beverages. Turns out a cup of coffee actually has more caffeine than a can of Red Bull, but Red Bull has twice the amount of caffeine as a can of Coke. The real interesting fact below about made me throw up in my mouth a little:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;In its natural form, taurine is derived from animal tissue, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;usually bull bile or semen;&lt;/span&gt; however, the taurine used in the Red Bull drink is produced synthetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel better knowing this because I was worried I was not getting enough bull bile or semen in my diet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rosy and Elisabeth feud:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this hilarious! The first video is of the actual feud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iEXvOMJL6g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iEXvOMJL6g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following video is of Alicia Silverstone snubbing Elisabeth that same day. I'm pretty sure she came out after the "fight":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PF1dbEFY_VM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PF1dbEFY_VM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-4852836232424593519?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/4852836232424593519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=4852836232424593519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/4852836232424593519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/4852836232424593519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-few-things.html' title='Just a few things'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-7770433368930716976</id><published>2007-05-18T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:49:40.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just had to post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Being too bored at work I have been looking up some of my favorite foods from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; and hanging my head in shame. For the love...they hide a lot of "not good for you" it everything! My latest shocker was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chipolte&lt;/span&gt;. I HEART this place...well used to. I remember when they came to Lincoln, NE and we would probably go once a day because it was awesome! Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; the bad news. I looked up a Chicken burrito with rice, the fajita veggies, cheese, tomato salsa and green salsa(because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what i usually get)...here are the facts!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;CALORIES       1049&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;FAT        45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SODIUM    3508&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CARBS&lt;/span&gt;    110&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;FOR ONE STUPID BURRITO!! I always wondered why I had to BEACH myself like a whale after eating one of those. It is almost as bad as one piece of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.starbucks.com/retail/nutrition/Zone082_SBUX_Food_Nutrition.pdf"&gt; Classic Coffee Cake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; from Starbucks....450 Calories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-7770433368930716976?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7770433368930716976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=7770433368930716976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/7770433368930716976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/7770433368930716976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-had-to-post.html' title='just had to post'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-7960273244345800590</id><published>2007-05-18T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:49:56.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the Catholic guilt thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;One of the main reasons I started up this blog was to vent my frustrations from work. I still have a very ex-coworker but things have been slightly better since we had "the talk." I never got a chance to blog about it but it was horrible. I know she still loathes me, maybe more than I loathe her. But I got out what I felt and she was told to change. Well, the magic fairy dust that made her somewhat easier to work with has started to wear off. My latest favorite is from this morning. I was checking in someone for a test that has very strict ID requirements. This examinee did not have the proper ID and she had to return home to get her ID. It happens more than we like but its just something that happens. So, the girl was gone getting her ID and I was just avoiding her eye contact and then she spoke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;" I almost asked if she had the correct ID when she came in. I don't know what it was but I just had this feeling to ask her. But then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;started to talk to her and I thought well thats okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was my fault that I was HELPING someone and disrupted her prediction. All I could say was " I'm sorry?"  The day had just begun so I know she is just going to be a spit fire today...might be a 3 drink lunch today...oh wait I used my last 10.00 to buy gas last night. I will go see if I can find any mouth wash....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-7960273244345800590?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7960273244345800590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=7960273244345800590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/7960273244345800590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/7960273244345800590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-catholic-guilt-thing.html' title='Its the Catholic guilt thing...'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-749052698702338064</id><published>2007-05-11T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T12:47:31.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a bigger plate...mine is full</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Another gorgeous day and I am stuck inside...rotting away with janet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since school got out and we entered into the summer months or as I like to call it "What picture frame am I going to dust today?" or "How many times will CNN.com change top stories in the course of 8 hours?", I have been left with a lot of time to think, which then leads to worrying and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then usually ends in panic. For example: the notion that I might some day graduate. Its a fairy tale I have been living for 8 years ( I can feel my mom shuddering) and the happy ending is hidden behind the evil witch also known as "degree requirements." In a matter of 1 hour, one of the days this week, I decided that I need to start doubling up on school, meaning take more classes and do so at two different institutions. Say hello to my old friend, NO LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I then also decided that since I will need more money to reach my goal of insanity, I need a part-time job. Thats it! Have a full-time job, go from 6 credit hours to 15 and add a part-time job on top. And the real sad part is, I'm not really dreading it. I am honestly looking forward to being busy non-stop.  Its going to be a good challenge and I'm just hoping to be able to finish my fairy tale in about two years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-749052698702338064?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/749052698702338064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=749052698702338064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/749052698702338064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/749052698702338064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-need-bigger-platemine-is-full.html' title='I need a bigger plate...mine is full'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-7908350321698875191</id><published>2007-05-10T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:20:16.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did I decide to start again with poop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm excited to be blogging again! Its been way too long and it seems like everyday I think of something I want to post but was too lazy...here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think to start again, my first post should be about poop. Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.journalstar.com/news/local/doc4643284e6851f329912401.txt#blogcomments"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; article and here are my favorite comments! I am totally grossed out about this but I guess it must happen all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="simpleblog-name"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; wrote on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="simpleblog-date"&gt;May 10, 2007 10:38 am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="simpleblog-response"&gt;" I've always wanted to go swimming in poop!   "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" name="2bf9004809b64a9b41341d36b407441b"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="simpleblog-name"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; wrote on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="simpleblog-date"&gt;May 10, 2007 10:07 am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="simpleblog-response"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;" I guess we'll have to rename it the "Big Poo" River. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry...nothing earth shattering for today. I got to get back into this. Plus I only have 13 minutes of  work left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Until tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-7908350321698875191?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/7908350321698875191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=7908350321698875191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/7908350321698875191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/7908350321698875191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-did-i-decide-to-start-again-with.html' title='Why did I decide to start again with poop?'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-116546288030257775</id><published>2006-12-06T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:41:20.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile</title><content type='html'>Work can not be any crazier...finals are next week...among other things have caused a delay in posting in awhile! I am so excite though because we have taken a giant leap forward in our household yesterday and we now have HIGH SPEED INTERNET. No more AOL or dialing up to get online! I cannot express how happy I am. I also got DVR on my TV in my room but I have been trying to catch up on everything on the internet that I have been missing out on that my other soon-to-be addiction has taken a back seat.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to add a second act to my play in this blog. It happened this morning and if only I had a camera. Here goes nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scene 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The office is just opening up. Elizabeth beats Janet* into the office and is grabbing her keys when Janet speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Janet: &lt;/span&gt;"I will unlock everything and you do everything eles." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;quick note: I am not making this part up or anything else that goes on. These words actually came out of her mouth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elizabeth turns around and throws keys back in bag. She starts signing into a computer and gathering varies papers. Janet has still not unlocked door Elizabeth needs to get in to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/span&gt; "Is it okay if I unlock this door?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;said in a sarcastic tone that is meant to be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Janet: "Oh yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth returns to her bag to retrieve her keys. Janet continues to take her time unlocking the 8 cabinets that she needs to. Elizabeth starts all the workstations up, records the header for the VCR tape, supplies the workstations with pencils, counts out the needed supply of scratch paper, and prepares the daily rosters. Before she is about done, Janet speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet: "Do you want to unlock the rest of the doors since you have your keys out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth's inner voice speaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you mean do what I was going to do in the first place when I actually had my keys out for the FIRST time. And now that I have the office pretty much opened you can take a seat and think of how else you are going to annoy me today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was a great start to the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-116546288030257775?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/116546288030257775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=116546288030257775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116546288030257775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116546288030257775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-116378404633606767</id><published>2006-11-17T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T09:21:38.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life so far today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wanted to share a quick quote, from my favorite person in the world (the spawn of Satan):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Unlike you, I don't have the time to do that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cant make this stuff up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also wanted to make note of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/11/17/ape.alarm.ap/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;story I just read on CNN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;about an ape in Iowa. It was in the Offbeat news but this was my favorite part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Savage-Rumbaugh said she explained the danger of such mischief and Panbanisha promised not to do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Panbanisha is the name of the ape. I know apes are probably the next step down from humans (right before Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes off-spring) but can you imagine telling an ape..."no..no...we dont touch the fire alarms. bad Panbanisha...you are grounded!" Just a thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-116378404633606767?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/116378404633606767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=116378404633606767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116378404633606767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116378404633606767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-life-so-far-today.html' title='My life so far today...'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-116362992629206077</id><published>2006-11-15T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:06:12.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The queen of procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;(Editors Note: I finished this over two days and I think I was on a sugar high for the first half. I am over the situation and taking the energy to fix it is not on the agenda today! Happy Friday!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working full-time and going to school should never happen at the same time. But in my case, they do happen at the same time and I am learning to deal with that...building another bridge and I am moving on! Since I have been leaving all my school work until the "day of" I have had to become creative in making sure I get the assignment(s) done. Its been somewhat tricky since it is a creative writing class and a lot of stuff requires printing out and so forth ("what, we arent supposed to use the office printer for personal use...my bad!"). Our last assignment was somewhat difficult. We had to read an essay...I know, I have it really bad. The hard part was the fact that the essay was a-billion pages (okay 30) and I shutter whenever I am forced to read instead of by choice. If the assignment was to pick any Harry Potter book and read it. I would have that done in like no time!&lt;br /&gt;To get back to my point...I didnt get my reading done on schedule as I had planned. I thought I could finish it over lunch but my brother dropped by and I guess I just had to take him out to lunch. I was then left with about an hour after work. I wouldnt normally care but there was a hint that he might have a quiz and we were supposed to REALLY read the essay and understand every word. I even bought a small dictionary so I could look up the words. Well I thought I would run through the Jimmy Johns drive-through and grab some dinner and I would have time to read while I was in line because the Omaha location takes FOREVER. So there I was reading and I came across some words I didnt know so I pulled out my dictionary and slowly pulled up to the window. The employee didnt come to the window right away so I continued to read and I guess I didnt hear him open the window because the next thing I hear is:&lt;br /&gt;"Reading a Webster, huh?" He totally caught me looking at the dictionary and totally thought I was reading it. I couldnt stop laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-116362992629206077?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/116362992629206077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=116362992629206077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116362992629206077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116362992629206077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/11/queen-of-procrastination.html' title='The queen of procrastination'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-116302228280369796</id><published>2006-11-08T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T13:46:07.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant....handle...anymore...news!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't believe the amount of 'breaking news' that has been taking place over the past couple days. Here is my breakdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Pete Rickets did not win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Pete Rickets did not win. (okay I will stop..it just feels so good to say that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. The election results were better than I excepted. I am glad that a fresh set of faces is making its way to Washington and maybe some positive changes will start to happen. I think how the election results are coming out, one can tell that a vast majority of people are not happy! I don't want to get too political but I think its going to be interesting to watch the upcoming months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/POLITICS/11/08/rumsfeld/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rumsfeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; stepping down today was a shock! I don't think we have seen the last of those kind of changes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Something not political: BRITNEY is filed for divorce. Im sure everyone saw that coming up with everything else that has been going on...I haven't been keeping up my celebrity gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not much else to report ( I don't think I can top number #5!). Work has been uber crazy plus school and trying to finish the mess I started in the bathroom at home is enough to drive anyone mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-116302228280369796?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/116302228280369796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=116302228280369796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116302228280369796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116302228280369796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/11/canthandleanymorenews.html' title='Cant....handle...anymore...news!!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-116233091555730983</id><published>2006-10-31T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T13:41:55.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of my goals was to be on this show before he retires...I guess I better hurry!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061031/ap_en_tv/tv_bob_barker_retires"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061031/ap_en_tv/tv_bob_barker_retires&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-116233091555730983?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/116233091555730983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=116233091555730983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116233091555730983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116233091555730983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/10/noooooooooooo.html' title='NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-116198006612946610</id><published>2006-10-27T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:47:52.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Something that could have been brought to my attention yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A Play by: Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;Starring:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elizabeth- As Herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Janet - The evil one (you know who!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Setting: Two females in an office setting. Janet being aged by bitterness appears to be loud and bossy. Elizabeth avoids all eye contact in fear that Satan might actually look back at her)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janet:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm going to let you go through the boxes since you opened them. (&lt;em&gt;whispers to audience: &lt;/em&gt;So I can print off puzzles and pretend to be busy, &lt;em&gt;with a sinister laugh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Enters the room to find two boxes full of tests to count out. Great effort is shown removing all the sealed exams. Counts all books. Soft swear words are used. Then TIGHTLY seals up both boxes with large amounts of tape. Strains still recovering knee and back putting the boxes in their secure locations.) &lt;/em&gt;Janet, do I open the answer packets to check?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janet:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. You should also check the number on the answer sheet with the number on the book, to make sure they match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;A blank expression, lost for words) &lt;/em&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janet:&lt;/strong&gt; Did you already seal the boxes (&lt;em&gt;does not give time for Elizabeth to answer) &lt;/em&gt;OH I can see you did. Wow you really sealed those up. You have to check the numbers because they have been known to give up the wrong keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't realize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Janet cuts Elizabeth off again)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janet:&lt;/strong&gt; Dont you usually do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/strong&gt; I have never opened this particular test before and counted everything. I wish someone would have told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janet:&lt;/strong&gt; You are going to have to open the box and check.&lt;br /&gt;(If possible, see if fumes can appear to becoming out of Elizabeth's head. Time passes.)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Janet re-enters)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janet:&lt;/strong&gt; You only need to put a small piece of tape across the answers envelope....Oh i can see you already put a lot on there. But I guess that is okay.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Elizabeth speaks to audience only) &lt;/em&gt;Again, something that you could have told me yesterday&lt;em&gt;...(Fumes should still be coming out of her head.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-116198006612946610?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/116198006612946610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=116198006612946610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116198006612946610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116198006612946610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/10/play.html' title='A Play'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-116171955126636997</id><published>2006-10-24T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T12:53:15.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The not-so happy couple</title><content type='html'>So I was looking through the journalstar.com's &lt;a href="http://www.journalstar.com/celebrate/"&gt;Celebration section&lt;/a&gt;, you know for inspiration and came across this happy couple. &lt;em&gt;(Please dont hate me if this is someone you know!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/the%20couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/the%20couple.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be mean, but do you seriously think that this was the best choice for the paper. I just see it as a glimpse into the future. Just a thought! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-116171955126636997?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/116171955126636997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=116171955126636997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116171955126636997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116171955126636997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-so-happy-couple.html' title='The not-so happy couple'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-116111822184997697</id><published>2006-10-17T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:51:08.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthur family conversations over dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I am already worried about my next doctors appointment. He said that I need to have x-rays taken again and its going to be a hassle. Im worried about what I am going to wear because you cant wear anything metal...and I am coming from work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Dad:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, maybe you should wear something see-through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in my family... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-116111822184997697?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/116111822184997697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=116111822184997697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116111822184997697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116111822184997697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/10/arthur-family-conversations-over.html' title='Arthur family conversations over dinner'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-116101533756008815</id><published>2006-10-16T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T09:16:33.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Didnt think I could beat the "Table incident" did you? well I did....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finally feel that I have an actual good reason to quit my job. I have once again embarrassed myself but have gone beyond what I think I can handle. Refresh yourself with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_adventuresofgigs_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Table Incident"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; if you have forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I had to take the placement exams down to the basement this morning to have them scanned and stopped at the restroom on the way, in the basement. I got up to the counter and waited while all the exams were counted. I kind of felt like my skirt wasn't adjusted right and I played with it for a minute and felt I fixed the problem. I then walked down two long hallways, up the elevator and across the lobby of the Administration building and was like 5 ft from my office when another secretary yelled from her office...Mam, Mam. I turned around and she told me that my shirt was caught in my underwear. I think my face drained all the color out of it and I could pull it out fast enough while trying to run away in shame. I thanked her really fast and hobbled back to my office as fast as my gimpy knee could move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now the problem is leaving the office again. Im not sure how many people SAW me but i dont really want to know. I wish I had a brown paper bag to wear over my head. I would have much rather had the table incident again! Please tell me someone else has done this and has lived through the shame? Im also not sure what to say/give the secretary that told me. I see her anytime I leave the office so avoiding her is out. What do you give a person who has done that for you?!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-116101533756008815?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/116101533756008815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=116101533756008815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116101533756008815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/116101533756008815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/10/didnt-think-i-could-beat-table.html' title='Didnt think I could beat the &quot;Table incident&quot; did you? well I did....'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115999264860975335</id><published>2006-10-04T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:59:02.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>get this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The leg drama continues...dum dum dummmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the foot of my injured leg has been swollen lately and finally I guess I got concerned. So I went to Webmd and checked out the prescription that I am on and was reading the warnings. Yeah...all my symptoms were listed under "RED FLAG, RED FLAG!" So I called the doctor and went back and forth all day and I got to okay to stop taking my medication and see what happens. Well, I got another call. I guess the nurse was telling my doctor again and he missed "only one of her feet is swollen" part and now hes concerned. So guess what elizabeth gets to do now...yeah thats right...go to the hospital and have a scan done to check for a blood clot. FOR THE LOVE! I knew it would have been cheaper and a lot easier if they would have just taken the leg off. My parents were very excited about the prospect of me getting a peg leg. They even thought of nicknames for my and "the peg."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I have to take more time off of work and go and have another scan to see if I'm dying. I loved how the nurse told me about my results. "If they let you go right away, theres probably nothing wrong. If they make you stay, then theres probably a problem." Try explaining that one to your boss. Lets just hope its nothing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115999264860975335?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115999264860975335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115999264860975335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115999264860975335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115999264860975335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/10/get-this.html' title='get this...'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115991091810563764</id><published>2006-10-03T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T14:30:23.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one crutch at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/crutch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/crutch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So i am down to one crutch and can walk short distances all by myself. I think I will be able to make it down the isle on Saturday but that will be good enough for me! I finally got my new brace and it has helped so much...i can actually bend my knee which might be important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lets see what else do i know...humm. Well, we finally got the tiles laid in the kitchen meaning we have COUNTERTOPS!! its the small victories. Things are coming along in the house and i think Thanksgiving is our goal. Next will be painting and new floors...exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was paralyzed with fear on Sunday because I was sitting in my bed and something caught my eye on the floor and oh yeah it was a baby mouse. I was frozen with fear!! I called jasmine and i guess she is not a mouse hunter because she kept walking over it and I finally scared her enough with my screaming that she left me alone to die with the mouse. Since it was a baby, it was really slow and stupid. I tried to chase it around the house on my one crutch..trying to gather the courage to put a container on top of it and leave it for my mom. Well it got away and long story short, my mom caught it and my dad set it free that night. I did however go out to my car the following morning, in the dark, and saw the container sitting on my car. I have evil parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Counting down the days until theresa wedding!! Its going to be so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115991091810563764?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115991091810563764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115991091810563764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115991091810563764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115991091810563764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-crutch-at-time.html' title='one crutch at a time'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115939252486074944</id><published>2006-09-27T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:31:19.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay that is THREE signs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has been kind of embarrassing telling people HOW i dislocated my knee. Some people will leave it at "I just fell and it dislocated somehow". Others will want to know more like "where, how...". I tell some people the truth and of course they laugh but I am wondering if there is a serious issue unfolding. Seriously...how many moth related accidents go untold each year. Counting my accident, I have three documented cases of moth related accidents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Of course mine. I was attacked by a moth who disagreed that he would be sentenced to death by lysol. The little monster was SERIOUSLY darting at me and i could hear his/her hiss and might have saw some teeth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. On one of my many recent sick days I had the pleasure of catching a Jeopardy episode. Alex was doing his thing where he talks to the contests about weird things that have happened to them that they think everyone will want to know about. Well...one of the contestants was recalling an experience she had where a moth had flown into her EAR and she had to go the hospital and they have to REMOVE it! GROSS!! At least with my trauma, i dont think the moth touched me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. I cant thank Lora enough (and her mom) for sending me an article from a local news station. This situation is very tragic but for some reason I could not help to laugh! Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ketv.com/newsarchive/9937207/detail.html?taf=oma"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I have proved my point and I am going to look more into this. Let me know if there is anyone out there with a traumatic moth experience...i might need to bring this up to my congressmen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115939252486074944?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115939252486074944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115939252486074944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115939252486074944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115939252486074944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay-that-is-three-signs.html' title='okay that is THREE signs!!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115928229908691224</id><published>2006-09-26T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T12:57:33.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the results are in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got a call on Saturday from my doctors office that I was not expecting. The results from my MRI were in. I guess I messed up the mechanisms that keeps the knee cap in place. I thought for sure that I would have to have surgery. What I time I picked to have this done! So that gave me something to worry about for the rest of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I already had an appointment to see a knee doctor on Monday and prepared myself for the worst. Well, it turns i dont need surgery!! I am getting a new brace which I could not be happier with!! I can start putting weight on it and try to bend my knee as it will let me. I have a pretty good chance that I can dislocate it again but Im going to try my hardest not to let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to thinking last night, what if I really did need surgery? It just seems crazy that I probably did a lot of damage and i can just start walking around again....we shall see. I want to get rid of these as fast as i can! I hoping I will be able to do without them by Theresa's wedding. Thats my goal. I dont think I should be trusted to walk down the isle with crutches while holding a flame. I will not burn down the church on Theresa's big day! I just cant!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome side note of the day: So I have been just eating my lunches upstairs in the staff lounge to save energy. Well I headed over to the elevator to return to work and it wouldnt respond when I pressed the down button. The button would not light up and no sound came from it. So I stood there for awhile and nothing. I really didnt know what I was going to do. I knew I couldnt stand up there all day so I went back through the lounge and headed down the back stairs. Yeah that was so much NOT FUN! I seriously almost fell head first because I didnt get my crutch planted right on one step. I was just praying no one would want to come up or go down the stairs because I was going to be there for awhile. I guess it might have been a good workout for my knee to get it back to into shape but seriously. What if i was in a wheelchair? one can only imagine the end of that story!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115928229908691224?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115928229908691224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115928229908691224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115928229908691224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115928229908691224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/09/results-are-in.html' title='the results are in'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115887249961693152</id><published>2006-09-21T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:04:53.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another boring update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had an MRI yesterday and it went pretty well...ok it sucked. After I got myself situated on the table they came to the conclusion that I would have to do an open MRI because my knee didnt fit right into the holder thingie (medical term). So I had to get out of the first machine and was moved to another. It wasnt too bad except my back hurt the entire time and all I wanted to do was better situate myself but was told not to move from the waist down. 45 minutes later I was done and I went to sit up and I had the sharpest pain hit my back. Of course it was enough to bring tears to my eyes and I fell back onto the table. I had to sit there for a moment and finally was able to get off the table but barely able to walk. Let me enjoy my drama queen moment! I ended up not going into work and tried everything to find a position to sit/lay down in to relieve the back trama. My grandma came over and had dinner with me. She brought a can a chicken noodle soup and promised it was magic soup. Im thinking of pouring it over my knee and see what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was my first full day of work this week and its getting tough as the hours go on. There is no comfortable way to sit in my chair...grrr. I am excited that I got a handicap spot for on-campus use. But I pretty much have to get to work 1/2 early to get a spot behind the building (that will be another blog!) I have to wait until Monday to see the knee Doctor...I will be doing some extra hoping that I dont have to have surgery!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last but not least...I cant tell you how excited I am that The Office starts again tonight! I was bad and bought the first and second season and I think its the only reason I have made it this far with my knee. I keep falling asleep (due to pain medicine...NOT out of boredom) before seeing some of the shows so I still need to catch up. So in other words...watch The Office tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115887249961693152?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115887249961693152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115887249961693152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115887249961693152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115887249961693152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-boring-update.html' title='another boring update...'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115869660945307006</id><published>2006-09-19T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T13:10:51.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no good news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a rough weekend on the crutches but was anxious about my doctors visit today because I thought there would be some good news or something. Well all he did was pretty much manhandle my leg, bending it in ways I never could BEFORE i hurt it. Then after that, he pressed on it as hard as he could. That was also a treat. Then he said what I was dreading...that I would need an MRI and to see another Doctor. I cant even think of how much this is going to cost me. So I am stuck on the stupid crutches and I feel I should go to work because I should save up my sick time as much as I can. I also have been having a reaction to the pain medication they put me on. It just makes me really nervous, tired and/or sad all of a sudden. I went to work afterwards and what a donkey show. I think being able to find a parking spot and trying to "walk" into work is what is causing me to get so upset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got to work and I dont think my boss is too happy about what I did. I just dont get a feeling of support from her. Yeah, I had the worst timing in the world but I guess she wasn't too happy how we handled things while I was gone the one day! I know that she has an office to run and when we are short staffed it puts a strain on her and everyone but sometimes you cant help it. Thats why i feel so guilty taking a day off because i know she thinks less of me. If I could just suck it up with this knee problem I would but I really cant. Hopefully shes in a better mood tomorrow. Hope all goes well with the MRI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thanks for listening while I vent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115869660945307006?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115869660945307006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115869660945307006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115869660945307006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115869660945307006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-good-news.html' title='no good news'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115826840986746847</id><published>2006-09-14T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T14:17:53.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how it happened is funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning I was getting ready and trying to hurry as usual. I was in the bathroom when I felt something on my arm. I looked over and there was a angry moth freaking out flying around the bathroom. He/she would fly around for a minute and then charge at me. I think moths are one of the grossest flying objects and I was trying to get away from it. I grabbed the lysol bottle, my weapon of choice, and started trying to spray him down and maybe calm him down a bit. Well it was making him more mad, I would be too, but he continued to fly at me. Right when he was going to do it again, I started to step backwards trying to get out of the bathroom. Somehow I stepped wrong or tripped on something and twisted me knee causing it to dislocate and fall to the floor. Of course my first reaction was to scream because my leg bone was out on the side of my knee. I got it back in place and cant not begin to describe the pain. I then tried to move and it slipped out again. I got it back in and decided this is how i would die. I had to lie there for a good amount of time before I could figure how to get up again. I decided to go to the ER because I didnt know what I had done to my knee. When I feel, I heard a pop, and seriously thought I had broke my leg. Got to the hospital and had x-rays taken and no broken bones were found but they think i stretched the crap out of all the stuff around my knee. It was kind of embarrassing telling everyone how it happened..."yeah, I was running away from a moth." So now I have probably a $500.00 knee brace and crutches. Getting to work tomorrow should be fun. Good lesson learned and im thinking of starting a campaign to address of the issue of dangerous moths and how they effect everyday society. They may seem innocent but dont be so sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115826840986746847?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115826840986746847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115826840986746847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115826840986746847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115826840986746847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-it-happened-is-funny.html' title='how it happened is funny'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115818029483623967</id><published>2006-09-13T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:46:38.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much can I accomplish in one hour....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its been a very interesting day! My car has been over heating for some time now and I guess filling up my coolant every other day started to get to me so I took it into the shop. Of course he didnt get to it yesterday so I got to drive my grandpa's truck into work today. It was great service. My mom took me over to my grandparents and he walked out and opened the door for me and had his truck all warmed up...A+ service!! anywhoo...I was going to run over to the car shop over lunch, since its close, and check in on my car. I thought I would go thru McDonalds real quick on the way and kill two birds with one stone. Well I am in the drive thru and my brother calls to tell his car broke down and he thinks he just ran out of gas and if i would come and save the day. Like a good driver I carry a gas can in my car, just for this very reason. Of course, the day that I need it I dont have my car. of course. So i had to run over to the car shop, stop and fill the gas can, and drive to where my brother was stranded all during my lunch break. I saved the day and his car started right up. But as luck would have it, I was almost late returning for lunch...and to top it off, I dropped my over priced chicken sandwich on the floor and it was in no state for human consumption. So basically, my lunch cost me close to $10 and I didnt get anything...&lt;br /&gt;In other news....the UNO chancellor resigned yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowt.com/home/headlines/3897841.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(long story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and there were cameras everywhere! They were all staked out in front of the building I also work in waiting for her to come out. Of course, at first, i didnt notice them and Im sitting there easting twizzlers rocking out to my radio. Then I trip walking back into the building. If anyone saw me on the news...let me know...i doubt it...but I just want to know if I should change my hair color. Then today I was walking back into the building after break and I see a couple of people loading all this crap into the chancellors car. I wanted to get a closer look to see what she was taking home with her. that would have been interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115818029483623967?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115818029483623967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115818029483623967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115818029483623967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115818029483623967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-much-can-i-accomplish-in-one-hour.html' title='How much can I accomplish in one hour....'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115766289900251676</id><published>2006-09-07T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:03:07.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflicting reports</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not that I really care that Paris Hilton was arrested last night, I just cant help but read all the stories about it. Maybe its the fact that I am bored out of my mind or the evil co-worker is on another roll and I need to stop myself from throwing my Kleenex box at her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was reading people.com and found something interesting. Here are the two paragraphs as they appear on the site ( i put the interesting information in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Thursday morning, Hilton called in to Ryan Seacrest's radio show on L.A.'s 102.7 KIIS FM to explain the incident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You know what, it was nothing," she said. "I'd been shooting my music video for my new song, 'Nothing in this World.' Â I got off last night at about 10 p.m. then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went and had dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with my sister and all my girlfriends, and then we went to this charity event Dave Navarro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;threw for brain tumors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"And um, I had one margarita, starving 'cause&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had not ate all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, on my way to In-n-Out which is probably three blocks away, and I'm in my (Mercedes) SLR, which is a little fast, so maybe I was speeding a little bit" Â she giggled Â "and I got pulled over." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. I just love how she phrased the charity event she was at "for brain tumors"...just really funny to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. Then she first said that she went and had dinner with all her "friends" and then later she said that she had not ate all day....riiiighhttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay...i think I investigated that a little too much and you are now free to go....sorry for wasting your time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115766289900251676?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115766289900251676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115766289900251676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115766289900251676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115766289900251676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/09/conflicting-reports.html' title='Conflicting reports'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115749260752097783</id><published>2006-09-05T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:43:27.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have to add...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Hope you like the new layout..should be interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Okay...what is up with Facebook!! Those of you who dont have it or havent seen it yet they have added this "feed" feature and it pretty much shows what you have done while on Facebook, like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Elizabeth just wrote on Billy's wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Elizabeth just joined I Heart Justin Timberlake group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Elizabeth just took a crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Elizabeth is stalking people through facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Elizabeth is searching for new friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You get the idea. It has become a breeding ground for stalkers and shows everyone and their mom what you have been doing...just thought I would vent/share!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115749260752097783?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115749260752097783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115749260752097783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115749260752097783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115749260752097783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-to-add.html' title='have to add...'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115748248609235748</id><published>2006-09-05T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:04:17.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a fabulous time this weekend in Colorado! My dad, brother and I set out on Saturday, really early, with hesitation of leaving Jasmine. I packed her a pretty good bag to take to the kennel that included a couple of toys and a bag of puppy treats. I still havent got to see her because we didnt get home until like 10:30 last night and plus it was a holiday and the kennel was not open. She is going to go CRAZY when my grandpa picks her up this afternoon and drops her off at an empty house. Anyway...enough about Jasmine.... After a very long drive we arrived in CO and the weather was fanastic. It was like probably 60 degrees with NO HUMIDITY! Sunday we had the wedding and the reception was at this gorgeous country club right next to Red Rocks. I was so mad that my camera died like 10 minutes after we were there and so I missed out on a lot of great shots. I got to see a lot my old friends that all lived on the same block as me growing up so it was really fun. Got to see my grandma on Sunday and she cooked a fabulous breakfast for a bunch of family, who I had also not seen in forever! My brother and I had to drive back yesterday and I was dreading it all morning. We got kind of a late start because we had to stop at target and jamba juice. Then we were taking the Toll Road out of Denver and we missed our exit and hit another Toll stop. I asked the worker if we had missed our stop and she was like "umm yeah...you have to drive to the next exit two miles away and turn around there and heres the directions." So we had to pay at that stop, turn around and pay at the other sides stop as well. $20 later, we were able to get on the right road. I drove through the greater part of NE and it wasnt too bad. My brother kept yelling at me for watching the DVD player while I was watching. I can totally multi-task!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy belated Labor Day to everyone and hope you got to relax a little!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115748248609235748?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115748248609235748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115748248609235748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115748248609235748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115748248609235748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/09/home-again.html' title='home again'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115703413952246770</id><published>2006-08-31T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T07:26:32.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its not like the red hat ladies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have decided to join &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.easternstar.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eastern Star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and I am kind of looking forward to the experience. I was involved in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iojd.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jobs Daughters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;throughout high school and I can say that I actually enjoyed the experience. I have always had regrets of not ever being elected &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=Jobs+Daughters+honored+queen&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;btnG=Search+Images"&gt;Honored Queen &lt;/a&gt;but I was still able to have a positive experience.&lt;br /&gt;I have been preparing myself because its going to be an interesting experience. You could say that a vast majority of the members are senior citizens. I like this about the organization. I think its important to involve yourself with persons of all different stages of life, you never know what you might learn. Another thing I have been a little frightened about is the dresses. If you are an officer, everyone wears a matching dress. It might look something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Be jealous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Long story even longer, I had to have a meeting yesterday with a couple of members (maybe to make sure I didnt have horns and a tail) and we were talking about installation (the ceremony when you actually become a member). Then reality quickly sank in all of a sudden:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Now, the other gentleman that will be going through installation with you has somewhat of a knee, shoulder, and pretty much every other joint problem. He will not be able to kneel with you doing certain parts of the ceremony, so we were wondering if you would be embarrassed to sit in a chair instead of kneeling so he doesnt feel awkward?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just thought it was funny because I guess there is going to be a very large age range in this group and I cant wait to chat with the ladies about double coupon days and which denture cream works the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115703413952246770?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115703413952246770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115703413952246770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115703413952246770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115703413952246770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-not-like-red-hat-ladies.html' title='its not like the red hat ladies!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115696771486669808</id><published>2006-08-30T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:56:13.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>had to note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Proud moment in the Arthur Household! I was reading the Fremont Paper website and you have to wait until after 1pm for todays news but anyway the big story was about the Microsoft settlement and how the leftover money was starting to be dispersed to schools in NE. Well, Mama Arthur (my mom) was a part of the lawsuit and helped as a representative in the case. I am proud of her because this money is really going to help where its needed most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;SNAPS to Mama Arthur!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Attorney nets funds for students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By Beverly J. Lydick/Tribune StaffFremont Public Schools received more than $53,000 in vouchers last week, its second payment from the $22.6 million settlement of a consumer class action suit against the Microsoft Corporation.The lawsuit, filed by the Fremont firm of Yost, Schafersman, Lamme, Hillis, Mitchell and Schultz on behalf of Nebraska schools in Dodge County District Court, alleged that Microsoft violated Nebraska’s antitrust and unfair competition laws. In the settlement, Microsoft agreed to issue up to $22.6 million in vouchers to Nebraska business officials and residents who bought certain Microsoft products between Feb. 28, 1997, and Dec. 31, 2002.FPS business director Mark Shepard said, based on Microsoft products purchased in the specified time frame, the district originally received $18,000 in vouchers to be used toward the purchase of any computer hardware and/or software it chose.As all individuals and/or businesses who bought products did not file for vouchers, the unclaimed money was then dispersed among Nebraska public schools with at least half their students eligible to receive free- or reduced-price meals through the National School Lunch Program.While the FPS district, overall, does not fall into that category, it does have centers with 50 percent or more of the students receiving free or reduced-price lunches.Shepard said the latest vouchers will be used as needed, throughout the district, for computer-related products.&lt;br /&gt;“The school district especially appreciates (attorney) Bob Hillis’s effort … in looking out for local school districts,” he said. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115696771486669808?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115696771486669808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115696771486669808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115696771486669808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115696771486669808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/08/had-to-note.html' title='had to note...'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115694852166824962</id><published>2006-08-30T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T07:36:42.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect sick day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up with sore throat on Sunday and it continued to get worse as the day went on. I sucked it up on Monday and went to work. Have you ever swallowed razor blades for fun? Well, if you have, then you know what my throat felt like. If you havent, just imagine swallowing a razor blade and then repeating 100+ times. The student worker had all the same symptoms as me so we were able to swap symptoms to see who was worst off. I managed to make it through the day but then faced a 5 hour drawing class. When we finally reached our break time, I knew I had enough and thought I would just go home. I really didnt care about the loss of a few attendance points. I told my teacher what was going on and I would probably not return to class after break. She laid on the good ole guilt trip and started naming off treatments I should try from Wild Oats. I went home and didnt look back.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday morning with an even worse sore throat and knew a sick day was in order. The thought of answering the phone and taking to people made my throat somehow hurt more. I called in and then thought I would take one of my pain bills from my leg infection doctors visit and was able to fall asleep in no time. I woke up in time to watch Matlock, an episode of Saved by the Bell and the Nanny. I couldnt have asked for a better sick day. I did have to go to class at night though since I missed day, i dont think my professor would have forgave me for missing class again. The class was actually fun but I had to read one of my stories aloud...no fun. Of course I got a case of the Studdering Stanley's. One girl read her piece (quick note: the assignment was to write about a true account and then take that same story and change something in it to make it not true and then the one you read in class, the class had to discuss and pick if it was true or not) about her shift she was working at the 20's dance club (yeah...its a strip club) and knowing that she would find her future husband. Of course she was wasted and the guy came in and she fell in love with him. The best part was when she said he set that she choose to do was to the song "Like a Virgin" by Madonna. I thought of course this was false and no one would pick to read this story outloud...but nope...it was true! I had the worst time of not laughing outloud!! it was great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115694852166824962?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115694852166824962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115694852166824962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115694852166824962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115694852166824962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/08/perfect-sick-day.html' title='The perfect sick day'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115642895386080325</id><published>2006-08-24T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T07:17:57.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eager to learn or something like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First off...my heart goes out to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/TECH/space/08/24/pluto.ap/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pluto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; who was just demoted and is no longer considered a planet. I just wish saved by the bell was still around so screech could teach zach a new way to remember the planets in order. If you know what I am taking about...consider yourself cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the first week of classes and I have already missed a class...doh! On Tuesday, I hurried over to starbucks to feed my addiction of purchasing overpriced products and was back in time to run to the restroom and find my class. I stood outside the dark classroom waiting because I was still a little early. I continued to wait and wait and it was like 5 till 6pm and i knew something was wrong. I ran into someone I knew and she said she thought she saw a sign on first floor that creative writing was in another room. I went all the way down and read the sign and hiked back up to the 2nd floor only to find that the sign must have been for another class. Of course I have to start panicking...and figured I had gotten the building/room wrong. I called my brother and he was able to look it up for and said I had the right information. Since I have a phobia of walking into a class after it has started I thought I would just email the professor in the morning and find out what happened.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I wanted to check just one more time that I had the correct information before freaking out on my professor. All of a sudden my hair turned blonde again. The class started at 6:30...not 6:00....grrrrr! And since no one is usually 30 minutes early for their class, I knew thats why i didnt see anybody. Now I have to explain this to my professor. I thought about starting the email like...&lt;br /&gt;"I dont want this mistake to reflect my intelligence in anyway, but...."&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didnt hear back from him and i finally called him later. I guess it will be okay but I hate missing the first day. Im so lost about the first assignment but maybe it will be a good thing because it will show that I was punctual and excited to learn! righhht.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115642895386080325?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115642895386080325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115642895386080325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115642895386080325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115642895386080325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/08/eager-to-learn-or-something-like-that.html' title='eager to learn or something like that'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115626312456600597</id><published>2006-08-22T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:21:18.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>four girls in a 4-door honda civic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have just returned from a fabulous weekend in Kansas City, MO. I went with some friends, Susie, Trudy, and Gina, and I dont think I have laughed so much in my life! We did start off the trip in Lincoln on Friday night with dinner and the good ole Tack Room. I think we have been banned forever due to our performance of "Crazy" by Aerosmith...which in my opinion is like one of the hardest songs to do Kareoke. The next day we headed out and stopped at the Isle of Capri Casino outside of Kansas City. I had a slight wallet drama, thought I left it at the last gas station we were at which was about 1 hr. 30 min away...that would have sucked! I then enforced the "check to make sure Elizabeth has her wallet" at every stop. I found it and we were able to go gamblin! Missouri has weird gambling laws and we had to register before we could pay anything. We started getting hungry and found a cute mexican restaurant. I got susie to go in with me on a large pitcher of margarita (stupid waitress tricking me!) and I think we took it like a champ. Of course susie and i got a case of the giggles while shopping. But seriously...the bathroom hand soap smelled like ass! it was gross. I then saved the day by picking up some ladies keys and cell phone and finding her in the store. We did some more shopping and headed to the hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We decided to go swimming and made up so pretty awesome games. I swear anyone watching up from the hotel probably had a good laugh. If you ever have one of those big bouncy balls...see how long you can "ride" it without letting go in a pool. I think the best time was 20 seconds...its way too much fun! We had a cheap dinner at California Pizza Kitchen and then headed to west port for some fun! Met some good people there and had some good laughs. The best part was that each of us made up fake names to use for the night. we had a few slips but I dont think they caught on. I think we broke some hearts to but it was all in good fun! We pretty much just got up the next day and had some breakfast and headed home. My stomach does still hurt from laughing so much. I highly recommend taking one of these trips! Im sad i didnt take more pictures but maybe thats a good thing because...what happens in Kansas City stays in Kansas City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115626312456600597?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115626312456600597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115626312456600597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115626312456600597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115626312456600597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/08/four-girls-in-4-door-honda-civic.html' title='four girls in a 4-door honda civic'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115567695789005729</id><published>2006-08-15T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:24:21.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good way to start the day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We are back on regular hours at work (8-5pm) and the first week is always the hardest. Since it technically allows me to leave later and sleep in an extra five minutes I have to adjust my departure time a little more to allow for heavier traffic. I had a little pants drama this morning..lets just say booo to zippers...so I had to totally bust out the ironing board and trying to salvage a pair of pants. I decided to throw caution to the wind and not stop for gas and my daily fill-my-flat-tire routine. I was making good time and then all of a sudden traffic just stopped. I right past 144th and Dodge (work is 60th in dodge) and I had 20 minutes to get to work. I thought I would try not to have a panic attack but then looked at my temperature gage and noticed my car was slowly overheating...another task I decided to do this morning, fill-the-car-with-coolant routine. I quickly dodged three lanes of traffic and got off at boys town. I had no idea if I would be able to get out but thought it was a better alternative. Long story short...I made my way out and pulled into a gas station to fill up with coolant. This requires a ice scraper (hood does not stay up on its own) and splashing around chemicals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I took a different route and had to turn off my car a couple times, i think it takes awhile before my coolant refill kicks in for some reason. It turns out the alternate road was not much better and I began cursing whatever happened on dodge to cause this undesired stress. I was only about 5 minutes late to work...which the evil co-worker loves because she gets to point out that she had already done everything and Im just worthless. Then to feel even better, I was reading the local news channel website and I found out what the delay on dodge was...yeah I totally feel awesome now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowt.com/home/headlines/3571457.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;http://www.wowt.com/home/headlines/3571457.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Im just going to start sleeping in the parking garage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115567695789005729?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115567695789005729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115567695789005729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115567695789005729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115567695789005729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-way-to-start-day.html' title='Good way to start the day....'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115513341794991587</id><published>2006-08-09T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T07:31:48.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grades are in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I finally got my final grade for my art survey class yesterday...A-!! Not bad for getting back into classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just thought I would share!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115513341794991587?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115513341794991587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115513341794991587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115513341794991587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115513341794991587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/08/grades-are-in.html' title='grades are in!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115455411032137914</id><published>2006-08-02T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T14:28:30.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get rid of myspace stalkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've had this guy continue to send me messages and repeated requests to be "friends". I got another message today while a work study was in the office and she dared me to write back something mean. I thought I would try a different approach and see what happens. This is what I typed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im sorry but the only man involved in my life right now is God and he gets mad when I talk to other guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think that will do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115455411032137914?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115455411032137914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115455411032137914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115455411032137914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115455411032137914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-to-get-rid-of-myspace-stalkers.html' title='How to get rid of myspace stalkers'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115437852628390490</id><published>2006-07-31T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:42:55.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a confession and I have a feeling that I might lose some friends on this one but its gotta come out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt; the new Paris Hilton song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You heard me. I cant get enough of it. I thought the world was ending when I heard that she had actually recorded a song and it was pretty popular. It came on the radio on day and I actually liked it. So far I have not found anyone else who enjoys it as much as I do...but I know there is someone out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was nice knowing some of you. when calls are not returned, i will know that some of you have not accepted my new fondness of cheezy pop songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115437852628390490?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115437852628390490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115437852628390490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115437852628390490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115437852628390490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-confession.html' title='i have a confession'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115429758189923179</id><published>2006-07-30T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T15:15:51.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of a long month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its been a very long month! The evil co-worker has been gone on medical leave and I cant tell how nice it has been. The work load kind of sucked, but I was actually really busy everyday, which i love. Its going to be interesting to have her back tomorrow...I just hope it doesnt turn into a nightmare. Here are some other highlights from the month:&lt;br /&gt;1. I only have two more days of class, one of those days being the final. It was really interesting to take a summer class, since I have never taken one before. I loved leaving for work about 6:30am and getting back home around 10pm. Oh well...its good practice for this fall. I am going to be taking two classes during the week and then an online class. Its going to be crazy but if I dont get as many as possible I will be in school forever!&lt;br /&gt;2. Our house is coming along. The kitchen was just painted and all the appliances are back in and most of the cabinets. The next big thing will be the countertops and back splash. I need to start working on a slideshow to document the process. Its going to be cool to go back and see where it all started and the end result!&lt;br /&gt;3. Its kind of exciting for me as a commuter but others might not care. The new westbound Dodge expressway opened on Thursday. I thought I was going to throw up because it is actually really high up and all the time it has been being built I watched and grew more nervous. Im sure its all in my head but I was glad to get off. I think it will save some time in the end...we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;4. I got my results back from my leg and it was actually negative so they dont have any idea what it was...i feel better (grrr). I did get a statement or letter from my insurance noting the claims that were made by my doctors office. I guess when my doctor took a blade and made a cut about 1/2 inch long (if that) it was documented as SURGERY! That swipe of her hand costs about 250.00. I could have gone to Wal-green and bought a razor blade for 1.99 and did it myself. The total charges were about 400.00 something for less than 15 minutes in the doctors office. Not to mention the 60.00 at the pharmacy...I hate being a grown up. Cant wait for that bill.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too exciting has been missed. Im going to try not to dwell too much about the return on the evil co-worker tomorrow and hopefully she will be nice...only if I wake up to leprechauns dancing in my front lawn with unicorns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115429758189923179?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115429758189923179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115429758189923179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115429758189923179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115429758189923179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/07/end-of-long-month.html' title='End of a long month'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115307429660510312</id><published>2006-07-16T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T11:24:56.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No spider babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Doctors visit plus lab fee: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$99.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Three perscriptions: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$56.21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;New bandaids: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$2.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Finding out you &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; have a goog 'ole staph infection instead of baby spiders growing in your leg: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115307429660510312?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115307429660510312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115307429660510312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115307429660510312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115307429660510312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-spider-babies.html' title='No spider babies!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115273379684950077</id><published>2006-07-12T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T12:51:37.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do in class...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since I have undiagnosed "cant pay attention in class" syndrome, I must find other ways to stay awake for THREE hours. This is the text message I sent to Lora last night in class (true story):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hows ur day going? I broke my zipper on the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to work and had no way to fix it all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I walked around all day with my zipper down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah...Im awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115273379684950077?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115273379684950077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115273379684950077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115273379684950077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115273379684950077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-i-do-in-class.html' title='What I do in class...'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115137436618967838</id><published>2006-06-26T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T06:47:34.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No meat please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nebraksa. Also known as "Worship the Beef Industry" state. How I have survived this long is beyond me. About two weeks ago, I decided to not eat any animal that had four legs. That means cows and pigs are pretty much off limits. I couldnt give up the turkey or chicken...but that day might come as well. It really hasnt been that hard, because I dont really eat a lot of meat anyway. It has its advantages as well because going to McDonalds has become a little more healthier. There are challenges to face as well. My mom and I were invited to a resturant that should be called "We cook anything WITH four legs." I went along knowing that it probably wasnt going to be a awesome dinner, but who could turn down a trip to Waterloo...not me! The only thing that sounded remotely good and followed the rules (or so I thought) was chicken fried steak. I would get it without gravy and take some home. Well before the waitress could write my order down, I was quickly informed that it contained beef or maybe something eles. Son of a! I dont think you should be able to put CHICKEN in the title of something just because "its fried like chicken." I should have been smart and asked for a childrens menu.&lt;br /&gt;Today was another challenge. It seems the only other place I am having trouble with is Taco Bell. I like their Steak Border bowls and thought it would be just as good without the steak (if you could call it steak). My mom found out first that asking for a steak border bowl without steak is like asking them if they served chinese food. How hard is it to pull your hand away from the bucket o' "steak" and just put a lid on the bowl. I thought I would try my luck again tonight and it wasnt more than I expected. First off, I sat next to the menu board for like 5 minutes after placing my "special" order. I knew they were all taking through their stupid headsets on how to punch in the compuer "HOLD THE COW." After pointing and laughing at me, she repeated my order and I was on my way to a face on face meeting. First words that come out of her mouth were "&lt;em&gt;You people&lt;/em&gt; surely make things difficult!" Nothing like a side of guilt to go with dinner. If I had the power to confront people, I would have asked her "What is so bad about someone not wanting MEAT!" But a Lougie-burrito just didnt sound good tonight. I guess its going to be an uphill battle but I can save one cow in my lifetime, its all worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115137436618967838?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115137436618967838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115137436618967838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115137436618967838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115137436618967838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-meat-please.html' title='No meat please'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-115040402417795542</id><published>2006-06-15T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T13:41:30.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We meet again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not sure where to begin because it has been oh so long! Im sure I have lost some people because they were tired of checking a site that never changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I recently was able to take some much needed vacation time and Im not sure I would have made it without it. The one who spews evil is leaving soon for sick leave...if only it was retirement....and is on a roll. Not that I am counting but I only have 2 more working days with her! I made it up to Lincoln for a day, cant go wrong there. Started some projects at home but I still need to finish them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(NOTE: I might break out in random Jobs Daughter language so you will have to bear with me if you dont know what I am talking about!) I did help out with Jobs Daughter's on Sunday and it was a unique experience. I was asked to do the installing recorder part and was not aware of the amount of reading. It wasnt that bad but sometime I get a case of the stuttering stanleys in a large group and it doesnt help I had a mic to make my mistakes even louder. Also, I was the only one helping who had not been an honored Queen before. So all the other girls were wearing their tiera's and all I had were my glasses...sadness! The best part was that while rehearsal, I kept snagging my foot on the carpet and could not figure it out. Finally, right as we were all lined up to do the actual ceremony, I looked at my shoe and had discovered the problem. My sole had become separated from my shoe! Oh yeah..and it was on both shoes! So I had to march around the room, in front of everyone, with shoes that looked like they were talking. Go me! Luckily, I got to sit behind a desk the whole time. Only me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hopefully work will start slowing down so I can actually write more! Until next embarrassing moment....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-115040402417795542?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115040402417795542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=115040402417795542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115040402417795542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/115040402417795542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-meet-again.html' title='We meet again!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114856808979628570</id><published>2006-05-25T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T07:45:51.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol is over...tear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watched the finale last night of American Idol and it was actually really good. I thought it started at 8 but I couldn't find my remote, because my room is an actual black hole, so I thought I would manually turn the channel so by the time I got the right channel it would be just starting. Im glad I turned it on early because it started at 7pm and they were actually doing funny stuff. I was trying to imagine what they could do for TWO hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My favorite part was when they let that guy who compared himself to Clay Aiken sing and then Clay came out and sang a duet with him. I was almost crying I was laughing so hard. Nice new haircut Clay...by the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im so GLAD Taylor won....Chris should have been the real winner but Taylor is better than McDumb! Im kind of sad the season is over. This was my favorite by far. I guess I should start gearing up for next year! Now I have to find something else so I live out my goal of not having a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114856808979628570?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114856808979628570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114856808979628570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114856808979628570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114856808979628570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/05/american-idol-is-overtear.html' title='American Idol is over...tear'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114843484128437506</id><published>2006-05-23T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T18:40:41.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fremont Picture Dictionary Vol. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some entries Im working on for the FREMONT PICTURE DICTIONARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Broom and Dust pan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/DCFC0547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/DCFC0547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Air conditioner-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/DCFC0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/DCFC0552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trash can or a house-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/DCFC0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/DCFC0548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A water fountain-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/DCFC0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/DCFC0549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114843484128437506?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114843484128437506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114843484128437506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114843484128437506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114843484128437506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/05/fremont-picture-dictionary-vol-1.html' title='Fremont Picture Dictionary Vol. 1'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114795858956285226</id><published>2006-05-18T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T06:23:50.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me Lucky Luckerson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before I start my story of the miracle that took place this morning, I need to vent about American Idol. Lets just say that I am not happy about McDumb not being sent home. SHE MUST BE STOPPED. I hope Elliot goes on to bigger and better things and steps on her on the way up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MY PARENTS SHOULD STOP READING NOW! ITS A HAPPY ENDING BUT ITS BETTER IF YOU DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, so Im driving to work this morning and I started to realize that I am running later than usual and need to step it up. My drive into work is probably 80% in construction zones and 40% of its down to one lane. To make up for that, there are certain areas I can speed up a bit and not worry too much. I am usually pretty good about being aware of my surroundings and can usually spot cops before its too late. Well not this morning. All of a sudden I look in the rearview mirror and see a state trooper. I pull over knowing that I am basically screwed and must take whats just about to be thrown at me. Here are the list of offenses I knew I was violating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Speeding (duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Speeding in a construction zone with double fines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Not wearing my seat belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Wondering if I put my updated insurance cards in my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He comes up to the window and asks " So are you heading to work this morning?" I reply with "Yes, and Im being stupid doing so." He takes my things and lets me sit and worry. It was funny how I had accepted so fast that this was not going to be a good ending because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. The ticket was probably going to be over $300 (at my estimate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. More would be added or it might include the fine for no seat belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. I would never be allowed to drive again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I saw him get out of the car and prepared myself for the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So do you know how fast you were going?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Not really. I don't have any idea."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"(He tells me but I will leave that between me and the officer!)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Really! That fast. I really have no excuse other than I was running late for work and I should have known better."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, Im going to give you just a warning."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deer in headlights expression comes to my face as I sit there in disbelief. "Thank you! I totally needed this as a wake-up call. Thank you!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Have a nice day and put your seat belt on."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just sat there thinking that did not just happen! My next thought was if it would be appropriate to send him a thank you card or something. Im sure the other officers would make fun of him so that might not be good. Even with the pulling over time, I still made it to work on time. Very good lesson learned: Its not worth it to speed and I'm sure I will never be that lucky again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114795858956285226?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114795858956285226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114795858956285226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114795858956285226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114795858956285226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/05/call-me-lucky-luckerson.html' title='Call me Lucky Luckerson'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114787577705550517</id><published>2006-05-17T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T07:32:35.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great American Idol Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I started a blog last week about the Great American Idol tragedy that happened last week, but I couldn't bring myself to finish. I never really watched an entire season of American Idol and of course the first time I do....tragedy happens. Of course Im talking about Chris being voted off. I might need therapy. I wasnt even going to get into this season but my goal of having no life was more important.&lt;br /&gt;The day after, I couldn't stop myself from reading every article talking about the "American Idol Shock". I was even able to watch a recap of the show again and have to live through it all over again. I made one of the workstudy's stop me from reading any more articles about it because I was slowly slipping into madness.&lt;br /&gt;Well after last week, I swore I wouldn't watch it again and had full intentions on not watching last night. I however, found myself watching last night. I don't feel guilty because I didn't really get to see the entire show. I did however grow even more dislike for Kat-stupid face-McDumb or whatever her name is. I know I will have to watch tonight and I have a feeling that is McDumb gets through to the finale, I might officially be done with the show. Im just glad its almost over and I can find something else to reach my goal of No Life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114787577705550517?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114787577705550517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114787577705550517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114787577705550517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114787577705550517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/05/great-american-idol-tragedy.html' title='The Great American Idol Tragedy'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114693479277817929</id><published>2006-05-06T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:59:52.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I did it myself"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is what happens when you cut your on sideburns...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/DCFC0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/DCFC0442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would like to thank my brother for giving me some material to blog about. Without him this blog would be boring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114693479277817929?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114693479277817929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114693479277817929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114693479277817929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114693479277817929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-did-it-myself.html' title='&quot;I did it myself&quot;'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114660371693903192</id><published>2006-05-02T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T14:03:32.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNAPS to direct loan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To start out, I just want to give some love to the Department of Education. Kind of messed up recently with my loans (oh that's what those letters were!) and got an interesting email. They choose to forgive me and helped me get back on track in a matter of minutes. I got an email shortly after returning from lunch and wasn't able to call them until my afternoon break. So I sat at my desk, for 2.5 hours trying really hard not to freak out! I was then worried I would be on hold the whole time and waste my break, but I gave it a chance and was done with like 5 minutes left on my break. What a relief...and all is good! But they haven't always been that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fondest memory is the bill collector that pretty much wanted my soul. I don't know how I could forget which company it was but I cant think of it at this moment. I guess I blocked, because yes it was that painful. This guy would call and harass anyone that picked up the phone. I felt so bad for my roommates but they could vouch for me on how psycho this guy would act. He would call at all hours of the day and I don't think he ever went home. He would bring me to tears or put me on the verge of calling him every last naughty word I have ever learned. I feel that his behavior accomplished nothing. I would avoid his phone calls or whoa did that ever make him mad! I remember one morning he called and I didn't look at the caller ID well enough and did I get an ass ripping! If I know someone is trying to help me out and giving me a second chance, I think twice before making the same mistake. But when the "soul crusher" comes around, I know the only way I could ever please them would be to give up my soul or first born child.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to give SNAPS to Direct Loans for not making me worry to the point of madness today. There should be more companies like them out there!&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah...I have been forgetting to also get this off my chest. So Wal-Mart officially sucks now. They have started to directly take the money out of your account if you write a check. So that means no more "check kiting" for me. But that's a bad habit to start anyway...but there were MANY MANY times where that saved me from selling my kidney or other organs to make it to payday. Okay...i will stop being a bad example! But they still suck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114660371693903192?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114660371693903192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114660371693903192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114660371693903192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114660371693903192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/05/snaps-to-direct-loan.html' title='SNAPS to direct loan!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114651583261099891</id><published>2006-05-01T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:39:52.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living on the edge</title><content type='html'>Saturday was Lora's birthday, so I returned to Lincoln, to help her celebrate properly. I was trying to think of a gift to get her the previous week and thought a pedicure would be fun. I have been wanting to get another one for a couple of weeks and its more fun to go with others. Plus its nice to be pampered on your birthday! Well, trying to be aware of my small budget, I found a couple places in the Lincoln mall that werent too bad. Plus they did mostly walk-ins so I didnt have to worry about making an appointment. We got Kristine to go along, making it her first time for a pedicure. Lets just say the whole process was a little sketchy. The part that bothered me about mine was the fact that I must have had a broken nail and instead of clipping it off she took some super glue and glued the snaggle nail back to my foot and painted right over it. I felt bad for Lora, because Im sure it wasnt the greatest experience. I know it was hard for to me relax with the fear of contracting some random foot fungus kept running through my head. We gladly paid, so we could leave as fast as we could only to be stopped by an elderly woman who bent down to roll up all of our jeans so that we wouldnt smuge our toes. Random...but embarrassing all the same.&lt;br /&gt;We then left to grab a snack in the mall and thought we would play our odds more and Kristine and myself purchased sushi. Yes, that is correct. We actually thought susie made or sold out of the mall would be good. I should have known from the start because they spent a good five minutes trying to get my card to scan. I expected to look at my account today and see $400 worth of mall purchased sushi on my statement. Left the mall feeling not so good but knew the night had to get better.&lt;br /&gt;macaroni grill was amazing...as usual! Also got to hang out at Zens and found that 4-tall-double, vodka and mixer can do me in for the night. Kristine was a rocker star and drove home and I just sat in the back amazed on how she was able to drive this big blurry machine. Of course, her not drinking might have helped her....&lt;br /&gt;Must get back to Lincoln more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114651583261099891?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114651583261099891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114651583261099891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114651583261099891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114651583261099891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/05/living-on-edge.html' title='Living on the edge'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114591403107041718</id><published>2006-04-24T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T14:28:33.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipping into madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These are the current reasons I am slipping slowly into madness (in no particular order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Nothing to do at work and I find myself just going back and forth from myspace and facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. The evil co-worker...nuff said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. The brother...nuff said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. The hole that is now our kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Payday isnt until Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. My ear is bleeding right now (just my ear piercing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. I have nothing to wear tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Glad to get those out in the open! Things have been a little crazy but okay. I got a case of the sleepies this weekend and went to bed around 7 pm on Friday night and woke up around 2:30 am when my parents were going to bed (yeah Im cool!) and then had to take another nap on Saturday. Glad that has passed! My mom and I went out to pick out all the new flooring we will be getting. Who knew it could be so complicated! My youngest cousin also had her first communion yesterday. I felt bad because the whole time I was staring at this lamp thing that i really wanted! I, of course, would have to add another couple of stories to my room so it could hang but it would be awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This week will be spent trying to save my plants from dying that I just planted and dodging knives from the evil co-worker. Her aim is getting better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114591403107041718?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114591403107041718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114591403107041718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114591403107041718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114591403107041718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/04/slipping-into-madness.html' title='Slipping into madness'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114444537369103010</id><published>2006-04-07T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:32:24.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/comp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night my brother, mom and I were sitting at the dining room table looking through a book I found while cleaning out the basement. Its a history book of Fremont, and has pictures of how Fremont looked between 1800-1920 (i think?) and its interesting to see how much the town has changed. I came to a page that showed the building of the railroad tracks in town. I made the comment that if I was around then I would have done away with all the railroad tracks because I LOATH trains and would be okay if they all were suddenly gone. Nothing is more frustrating that running late in the morning and hitting a train. Every morning its like I have to dodge two bullets because of the tracks I have to cross. Okay...thats not the point of this blog...just had to get that out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom then asked: "Okay, if you could go back to that time right now, what would you get involved in?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I quickly replied with real estate and got a high five from my mom. I totally would too. I would buy all the land that now Wal-Marts still on and be a millionaire! Of course I would have never seen that money but my children's-children times 5 would be the first "Hilton" children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My brother took a minute but then answered: "I would get involved with computers." I almost had another "drink-coming-out-of-my-nose" moment. Might need to get him a history book because I'm pretty sure computers werent around in the 1800's. But if they were, Im sure Bill Gates would not be who he is today because my brother would have developed the Microsoft monopoly first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114444537369103010?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114444537369103010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114444537369103010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114444537369103010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114444537369103010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/04/history-lesson.html' title='History Lesson'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114427346956329940</id><published>2006-04-05T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T14:47:01.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile since that has happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night I brought home dinner so that we could eat real quick and get back to cleaning out the basement, be jealous! So we were sitting at the table eating and talking about the meat sellers that had came to the house earlier that evening. I guess two younger guys came up to the house while my dad, brother and Jasmine were outside and were trying to sell meat out of their truck. First: gross! Second: I guess as they were leaving they actually tried to hit JASMINE! I freaked! Then I started talking about what I would have done if I was there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: I would have pulled my 9 iron out of my purse and popped some caps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;brother: 9 iron? Isnt that a golf club?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: No its not...it would be my 9 mm gun I carry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;brother: (laughing) A 9 iron is a golf club!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: No its a 9 mm gun in gangsta talk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mom started laughing and then it all clicked for some reason that I had actually said a gold club while trying to be gangsta. Then it happened...the green tea I was drinking started coming out my nose! I know gross but it totally burned and was not fun! I seriously have not done that in awhile and glad I was among family instead of being in public. I would have expected that kind of a think to happen to me at the student center. My nose has since recovered and I will try to study up on my "gangsta" talk before next time I try to be tough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114427346956329940?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114427346956329940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114427346956329940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114427346956329940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114427346956329940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-awhile-since-that-has.html' title='Its been awhile since that has happened'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114410136993583051</id><published>2006-04-03T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:56:09.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 1-YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes...it has been one long and tiring year since I started working at my current job. Most of days were filled with pain and discomfort but I am hoping the worst is over. I have this summer to look forward to (aka the evil co-worker will be gone for 6-8 weeks) and the personal self -accomplishment of sticking it out for a full year. Not sure what is next but Im sure it will be fun for everyone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a quick side note: i am still accepting presents and Im registered at Target!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114410136993583051?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114410136993583051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114410136993583051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114410136993583051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114410136993583051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-1-year.html' title='HAPPY 1-YEAR!!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114381647647514117</id><published>2006-03-31T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T06:49:01.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crushed dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/tornado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/tornado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had fun with the Tornado warning yesterday. Got to spend 50 minutes in the basement with my least favorite person. Luckily she went and talked to some other people for awhile. The best part was that once we got down there, a employee with IT or something was walking around asking everyone to try and stay quiet because there was an interview taking place in one of the rooms downstairs. I didnt think he was serious! Im sorry the building might be sucked up into the sky at any moment but I will try and keep my screams down. whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I forgot to mention last time that I was recently accepted at UNO. Not as exciting as it sounds. I thought I would just go for it and get graduated! Well I choose the major 'Bachelor of Arts in Studio Arts with K-12 Endorsement' knowing that it might be hard to find art night classes but I was going to go for it anyway. Well with nothing to do this morning I have been looking through the course schedule and hardly any of the classes that I am needing are offered at night. It sucks I have to work around my work schedule. So now I am sad because I shouldn't have wasted my first opportunity to get my education done when it was easier. GRRR I know millions of people probably work full-time and go to school, Im just hoping it will work out for me to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I complain about my job a lot but I like what I do (just not my co-worker!) and the benefits of working at a University are really good and Im afraid of losing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something will work out and maybe I wont be the evil co-workers sidekick forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114381647647514117?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114381647647514117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114381647647514117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114381647647514117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114381647647514117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/03/crushed-dreams.html' title='crushed dreams'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114367162907471680</id><published>2006-03-29T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T14:35:17.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been a bad blogger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quick opener: Im not even going to read through this to make sure everything made sense. I will warn you again...this blog has not been edited...No life guard on duty...read at your own risk! And no I have not taken my meds today!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was going to open this blog with a rap song about being "back again" but I cant really remember the words so I wont try...instead I will open with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;He is turning the big 5-1 today! yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Okay, so it has been beyond crazy the last two weeks and I dont feel like blogging for 9 hours so I will try and shorten it into a list...here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Snow storm that hit last week...one word SUCK! Long story short, I was left to open the office on Monday only to get to work and have them close the University at 1 pm. Then the next day I wake up at the butt crack before dawn only to find out that we were having a late start. I guess I was lucky that my car was stuck in my driveway and didn't leave before they announced that one. Good timing by the way! GRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Hurt my back shoveling the mounds of snow behind my car and was crippled pretty much the entire week. No fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. The evil co-worker was gone all last week (hooray!) but she is back. But it was one of the craziest weeks last week and I never thought it was going to end. Everything and anything happened at work...not cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. Got a raging case of food poisoning or something Sunday night. I seriously thought my stomach had turned inside out. I was really close to somehow transporting myself to the hospital to have my stomach pumped, but Im sure that would have not been fun either. Called out Monday and spent the day in the fetal position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. My stomach so far has only allowed jello or plain popsicles to enter since Monday evening, but I am working myself back up to whole foods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;6. Having the worst week with the evil co-worker. I think I made her mad being sick on Monday (like I choose to have my inners turn inside out!) so she has decided to be extra beaver-ish this week. But there is a light at the end of the tunnel...it is looking like her chances of being gone for &lt;strong&gt;6 weeks&lt;/strong&gt; this summer are increasing. YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;7. We are still working on fixing the house but it is going slow. "Ma says one day we have floors again in ar' ketchin!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;8. Have to make a point again of the beaverness level of the co-worker. So I took down the mail and somehow I missed one and you would think I did it on purpose. "it was there...i know it was there...well I can guess it can go tomorrow." I guess the world will have to stop for a moment...im sorry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;9. To end this sad saga...my one year anniversary is coming up here at work. Only some higher power knows how I have made it this long. I will try and work up a special one year tribute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So there you have it. My last two weeks in a boring nut shell. Hope all is well with everyone out there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114367162907471680?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114367162907471680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114367162907471680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114367162907471680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114367162907471680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-been-bad-blogger.html' title='I&apos;ve been a bad blogger!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114256044468182685</id><published>2006-03-16T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T14:37:28.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Editing NOTE! I forgot I made this post and I think I got mad at AOL and gave up. Here are some pictures of the water damage!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few pictures of our house (aka the wind tunnel). Since AOL and dial-up blows I dont have enough patience to waste 4 hours uploading them all up to the internet. Hopefully, we will be able to shut the fans off soon because they have been going 24-7 since Monday and frankly, they are getting a bit annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/waat7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/waat7.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one of the many holes in the ceiling downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/waat4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/waat4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the floor in the kitchen, now that we have no tile. Dont forget to wear shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/waat8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/waat8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best picture, but this is all the CRAP we had to move out of the storage room in a panic. It goes all the way back to the white spot in the upper right corner of the picture.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/DCFC0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/DCFC0164.jpg" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are a few of the buckets of water that were able to collect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/DCFC0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/DCFC0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One of the holes were water was coming out of. This picture was taken early and by the next morning there was a good size hole there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114256044468182685?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114256044468182685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114256044468182685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114256044468182685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114256044468182685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114237270015009191</id><published>2006-03-14T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:46:29.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love...thats all that comes to mind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So my mom and I were enjoying a quiet night at home on Sunday, watching Desperate Housewives and getting some laundry done. About 35-45 minutes into the show, it went to commercials and my mom decided to make some popcorn and I was going to go switch loads real quick, since I started the washer about 7:30-7:45 ish. My mom came out the kitchen first to find at least 1 or more inches of water in the kitchen. All you could hear was water running down the walls. I ran downstairs to find 4 or 5 holes in the ceiling with water coming out of them. I opened the storage room door, which is directly below the washer/dryer and it was like a waterfall. Of course the room was a total mess to start with and then add a waterfall. My mom and I were hauling stuff out of the room like no other. At one point I did a total face dive on the tile section of the basement. All you could do was laugh at the time but I seriously thought I broke my foot. Then the phone started ringing, and my mom cant answer it because she is stuck under a waterfall and so I somehow stand up and was able to get the phone. We were dumping out trashcans and storage containers to catch all the water...utter madness! I thought I was going to dry, but its like those times where you have an emergency and find the strength to carry a 90 lb box of antiques books out from under a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say...we all stayed home yesterday and tried to clean up some more. Restoration specialist were sent out to try and get stuff mended before it got worse. They had to tear up all the tiles in the kitchen and half of the carpet in our basement. Not to mention the 3 holes they had to make in the ceiling downstairs. Then to make it worse, all the dirty laundry was sitting on the floor in the laundry room when it happened so we had like 5 loads of wet dirty laundry; plus the load of towels in the washer. My mom and I did 11 loads of laundry at the laundry mat yesterday...no fun!&lt;br /&gt;The real fun part is that to dry out the house, they brought in these fans and they are all over. Just the name of the fan says it all...Gale Force! It is so freakin loud in the kitchen and basement and we have to keep them on 24-7. I just cant wait until we start really going through all the boxes that got wet. Im sure some childhood memories will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;I will get some pictures up hopefully tonight! Until then...stay dry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114237270015009191?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114237270015009191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114237270015009191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114237270015009191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114237270015009191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-lovethats-all-that-comes-to-mind.html' title='For the love...thats all that comes to mind!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114185787743265500</id><published>2006-03-10T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T12:27:53.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Omaha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trying to keep in the running for Favorite Offspring of the Year (you try to beat Prince Billy!) I agreed to pick up my mom at the airport last night. I had dinner with a couple of friends (props to Mattie and Elaine!) and got over to the airport with sometime to kill. I tried to save some money by parking in one of the lots next to Carter Lake but that place is so sketchy that after sitting in the dark, by myself for like 2 minutes I had to leave. After circling the airport a couple of times, I thought I should head inside because I think the airport police were starting to notice! I got up to the waiting area, at the end of the terminals and was tempted to enter the bar but I didn't have an extra $50 on me to have a drink so I opted to play the bar video game machine instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I started to notice people were coming up from the terminal and went out to greet my mom. As I walked out I noticed that a woman was changing her toddlers diaper on the floor. Okay, so if you have never been to the Eppley airport, passengers walk up this incline from the terminal to the small waiting space for "visitors". So imagine getting off a long flight and come up to the top of the incline and see this woman changing a diaper in an airport terminal. I understand you have to do what you have to do, but seriously...maybe move off to the side! whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After picking up my mom, dinner was on the agenda next. Three drive-thru's later, I was running out of room to put stuff. I thought we were going to have to open the trunk. Made it home in time to have a fight with my brother (I was RIGHT) and get ready for the next day...just glad today is FRIDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In other news....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I got my new glasses today and totally love them. The girl at the glasses shop totally was stealing my thunder because she kept trying on MY glasses before I even got to try them on because she was "so in Love with them." I wanted to tell her to get her own freakin pair! Hooker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. We are beyond dead this afternoon and its going to be tough. So what does the evil co-worker do...ask if she can leave early! for the love! Im hoping my boss will say I can go home to, but Im sure thats wishful thinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; matt on your interview. You will do awesome! GOOD LUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. For a good laugh...check out these &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com/archives/daily_photo/03_10_2006.html"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;. If only jasmine would sit still for that long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114185787743265500?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114185787743265500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114185787743265500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114185787743265500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114185787743265500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/03/welcome-to-omaha.html' title='Welcome to Omaha...'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114169242137169129</id><published>2006-03-06T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T09:17:27.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/mom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/mom2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I wanted to dedicate today's post to my mom because, its her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;50th birthday&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hope you had a good day and we will have a FIESTA when you return!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114169242137169129?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114169242137169129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114169242137169129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114169242137169129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114169242137169129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114145035045107747</id><published>2006-03-03T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:32:30.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opps I did it again...again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Okay...quick observation: You really need to be careful when falling asleep while watching HBO. My mom and I were watching Bill Mauhr when we got a case of the sleepies and decided to go to bed. Well after laying in bed and not able to fall asleep I got up and decided to get on the computer. Passing my parents room, I found that she had fallen asleep and the show that is now on is like "Hooker: Life on the streets" and they are following these real life hookers around. It is actually really funny. Plus the best part is, the volume is turned up that I am still able to hear it down the hall. I just hope when my brother's girlfriend leaves, the sounds that I just heard will not be happening again!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So today felt like the karma gods were taking the day off and forgetting about all the nice stuff I have been doing for others lately. I got to work, somewhat early and got out to put my coat on and once again, let the FREAKIN door shut and locked my keys, purse, and "work" shoes sitting on the inside of my car. I stood there and stood at my door hoping it would just magically pop open but no such luck. This couldn't be happening to me AGAIN. All I could do was walk into work and hope for the best. Flash forward...I thought that I would try and save my dad a trip to Omaha (because I have still not been smart enough to make a spare key to leave at work) and got campus security involved. Of course they send not the brightest crayon in the box. He has me sign a waiver and starts giving me the warnings. "We have been known to do some damage and people get mad, but we are not professionals. We have broke windows, torn out wires and damaged doors. It's mainly pure luck if we get it open." Yeah, this guy should never be in sales. I nervously watched as he basically violated my car in not such a good way. I stopped him after he shoved a larger metal strip into my door, not even watching what he was doing because he was too busy telling me that his next car is "gonna have that satellite thing in there "and "all he's gonna have to do is press a button." Spare me. I had to stop him before he raked the metal thing across my window again, and told him I was just going to have to call someone to bring me a key. So I returned to work, empty handed, an even bigger headache and a crabby co-worker to make the day better. My dad being too nice, brought me a key so I was able to at least change my shoes and oh yeah be able to drive home. The day did go pretty fast and before I knew it my boss was letting us go 15 minutes early. But I found the real cure to be a trip to Old Navy after work and the fact that I couldn't be happier that today is FRIDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114145035045107747?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114145035045107747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114145035045107747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114145035045107747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114145035045107747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/03/opps-i-did-it-againagain.html' title='Opps I did it again...again!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114132792909636437</id><published>2006-03-02T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:34:08.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Lewis Black!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="275" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/black.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the love its been forever! We are starting to get a lot busier at work and I think I am going to have to blog at home...which blows. I have to stop myself from throwing my computer at home over the cliff and into the Platte River when I am on the internet. I loath AOL and dial-up. Maybe someday someone will be cool and make it possible for us to get high-speed internet in our area...but lets not get into that.&lt;br /&gt;So I heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lewisblack.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lewis Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;! My parents, brother and I got to go to his show this past Tuesday and it was awesome! We were seated in like the front section and we were dead center. I got a little scared half way through because he started making fun of the law NE is trying to pass involving concealed weapons and the lady that was sitting right next to me was the only one for it. He kept making fun of it and the people are for it so she got quiet and started pouting. I tried to get my dad to switch seats with me but he wouldn't...I didn't want to get shot! Then he started talking about evolution and that was the last straw for her I guess, because she got up and left. I was relieved because I was laughing at everything (imagine that) and it obviously was offending her. Her loss!&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving, Lewis Black passed right by my mom and went to the front to sign autographs. My brother and I hopped in line and I tried to figure out something to have him sign. I was a little star struck (ask me about Shawn Toovey sometime..tee hee) and was trying to get my mom to take a picture so I didnt have to. I guess she thought this would be a good opportunity for me to face me fears (remind me to thank her later) and she turned the pressure right back on me! I quickly ran up to the table where they were selling stuff and paid $10 for two pictures, so my brother and I could have something for him to sign other than our face. I forced my mom to take a picture of him and my brother because I was only able to handle one confrontation at a time. The picture turned out hilarious and I will have to post it later. It was my turn to have him sign my picture and I forgot my name. He asked me who I would like it made to and I couldn't say my name. Somehow it came out and he signed my picture. It was so awesome! I did not expect AT ALL to be able to meet him! All around it was an awesome night!&lt;br /&gt;I have some more stories to tell but I cant at the moment because someone who reads this blog isnt supposed to know about what I have been up to until after this weekend...tee hee! So stayed tuned and I promise to try harder to get something posted more often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114132792909636437?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114132792909636437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114132792909636437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114132792909636437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114132792909636437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-heart-lewis-black.html' title='I heart Lewis Black!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114073049140518124</id><published>2006-02-23T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:44:16.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes of a psycho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/red.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/400/red.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;About 45 minutes ago, I came into contact with someone who I thought was seriously going to open fire. Let me back up....so about a lot a months ago (can't remember exactly) this guy called asking about how long scores for PPST are kept. I explained how UNO only keeps them for 5 years...blah blah blah. He then goes into how thats illegal and he has done all this research about how they can't destroy scores. He has explained this to people at UNO that are higher up than me and they basically told him the policies were in writing and he would have to take them again. He continued to spew out legal findings to back in up. After what seems like forever later, I finally got him off the phone and the evil co-worker and I were discussing the call. I guess its happened before and its nothing we control...&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward to today. The psycho comes into the OFFICE. He had a real soft voice and just began questioning the "destroy test results" policy. Just the way he looked at me, made me want to run in the secure room and lock myself in. It was just a dead stare followed by awkward silence. The evil co-worker started listening in about the time he started explaining how he is mad at UNL, because they threw his scores in a burn pile, or however they destroy them at UNL, and how its illegal and he thinks someone should sue. I stopped really listening to the guy because I was distracted by all the red flags sticking out of him. But surprise, surprise, the evil co-worker got along with him and actually made him laugh. I wanted to kick her and give her some sign to be rude and let the psycho leave. But after this week, she was on her own. I was trying to think of something I could do to get out of the line of fire.&lt;br /&gt;It was just a creepy feeling. He finally left and really had no purpose for coming into our office other than to scare the ba-je-bus out of me. Note to self: pick up a bullet proof vest on the way home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114073049140518124?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114073049140518124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114073049140518124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114073049140518124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114073049140518124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/02/eyes-of-psycho.html' title='Eyes of a psycho'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-114003942848098166</id><published>2006-02-15T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T13:49:20.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TLWMI strikes again!</title><content type='html'>Survived another Singles awareness Day...good times. I did get flowers from my brother which was really nice. I was waiting for him to get home to discuss (AGAIN!) his destruction of the laundry room and not bringing the vacuum upstairs. Its the little things! But seriously...I swear he gets bored and just takes the vacuum downstairs on his way back to his cave. Then when I have to vacuum up Miss Sheds a-lot (jasmine) hair the vacuum is never there. I think I am going to be a bitter housewife. So long story short...I had to be nice to him but it was worth it because I love flowers.&lt;br /&gt;I just recently ran into &lt;a href="http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/01/two-stories-since-you-have-been-good.html"&gt;TLWMI&lt;/a&gt;(the lady with major issues) in the bathroom during my break. Sometimes I just want to shake this woman and tell her to get a diary, journal or blog-tee hee! She was discussing with someone about how she had some bad pizza at lunch and she hasn't been able to digest it all day...SERIOUSLY not a conversation to have in an PUBLIC bathroom about your inability to digest your lunch. Its not like people cant already tell when you are having issues in the bathroom. Thats all the further I will go on that one. Sorry if you are now unable to digest your lunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-114003942848098166?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/114003942848098166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=114003942848098166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114003942848098166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/114003942848098166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/02/tlwmi-strikes-again.html' title='TLWMI strikes again!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113992802685157810</id><published>2006-02-14T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T06:56:08.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singles Awareness Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/stink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/400/stink.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Black Tuesday to all of you! I don't plan on having a bitter post but I would like to do my part in changing today to either Black Heart Day or Singles Awareness Day. But I am not bitter! I do want to include a funny website I found about being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justlaugh.com/waste/cynic/alone.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Worth checking out!&lt;br /&gt;I went out and bought candy for all my co-workers (even though one individual might not have deserved it) and made hearts out of construction paper. Two things were accomplished here:&lt;br /&gt;1. I supported the candy industry, which I'm sure was needed during this difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was able to bust out my craft box!&lt;br /&gt;I don't plan on doing anything special tonight other than wallow in self pity and stare into darkness of night and slip slowly into madness. tee hee!&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I think I am finally getting over my illness of SARS...it has been touch and go for awhile. I really didn't do much this past weekend other than blending in with my bed. Looking forward to American Idol and Project Runway this week!&lt;br /&gt;Well...Happy Valentines day to all of you who are celebrating your love for someone else with a box of chocolate. For all the singles out there...go shopping today! Sometimes there are random items that are marketed for Valentines day but can be used all year and I bet stuff starts going on sale today. Happy shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113992802685157810?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113992802685157810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113992802685157810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113992802685157810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113992802685157810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/02/singles-awareness-day.html' title='Singles Awareness Day!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113960926107134344</id><published>2006-02-10T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T14:08:47.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart myspace for helping bring people together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been trying to recover all week from my recent trip to Chicago (the real world is hard to get back into) and my cold that the evil co-worker gave me. Nice welcome back present. I went to bed last night at 8 pm. Then somehow managed to oversleep on the one day its snowing and I have to get gas. Somehow I just made it to work on time and was able to walk into work with my not so favorite co-worker. You would think its a Monday. The rest of the day has been spent being on the edge of death. It doesn't help that nose is now raw from having to blow it so much that Kleenex only feels as if I am wiping sand paper across it. I have been trying to get rid of all the germs all day, so I have been spraying down the office with Lysol everytime I'm the only one in the office. This helps me because it makes me feel as if all the germs are leaving the area and I get back at the evil co-worker because I know how much she is against us using lysol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, when attempting to stay upright by checking my email for the 1,328 time today, I saw that I had gotten a message notification on my email from myspace. YEAH! I thought...something to do! Well, I opened the message to read the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hi im from fremont to u are a hottie do u have msn or yahoo do u liek younger men please write back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;That is how the message appeared exactly! I know everyone must get messages like this but I'm glad whoever he is sent it today because it made me laugh. Its a lot better than the guy who wanted to add me on yahoo who was a nudist. That was something no one wanted to see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113960926107134344?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113960926107134344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113960926107134344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113960926107134344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113960926107134344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-heart-myspace-for-helping-bring.html' title='I heart myspace for helping bring people together'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113934604866209490</id><published>2006-02-07T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:08:15.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Land of everything FLAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://unl.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30348596&amp;op=2&amp;amp;o=all&amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=17211769&amp;id=17206272"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back in NE....not so excited. Had so much fun in Chicago, I was ready to stay I think!&lt;br /&gt;Tried to catch up on 3 weeks of not a lot of sleep yesterday until my brother came home for lunch and made a big deal that I was still sleeping. This coming from the King of wake up at 2pm! So that pretty much put me in a bad mood for the rest of the day. It didnt help that I had to deal with not a brightest crayon in the box at Wal-mart trying to get my oil changed. But I will choose to move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago was so much fun. If you havent ever been there...GO. I just caught myself looking up plane tickets in May. I might have found a new addiction. We pretty much got to see and do everything and anything while we were there. My favorite part was The Hancock Building. Noting like being shoot to the 94th floor in approx. 40 seconds. A little afraid at first to get close to the windows but then I didnt want to leave. The "Brush of Death Moment" on the trip was the Ferris Wheel at Navy Pier&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Since we were there on Saturday, my birthday (what a day to die on) I wasnt too sure if I wanted to climb aboard the Ferris Wheel of Death on such a windy day. I would like to tell you what it was like but I had my eyes closed the WHOLE freakin time! Thanks to Matt, we got a professional tour of the city and had a blast. Im working on getting my pictures on a site but my internet speed at home is not being nice. I was however able to get them up on facebook...so I shall try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113934604866209490?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113934604866209490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113934604866209490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113934604866209490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113934604866209490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-in-land-of-everything-flat.html' title='Back in the Land of everything FLAT'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113902160873350935</id><published>2006-02-03T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T18:53:28.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In CHICAGO!!</title><content type='html'>Made it to CHICAGO in one piece! Saw some really cool stuff today....the weather was actually pretty nice. See what tomorrow brings. Highlight of the day was the Hancock tower. We were on the 94th floor and I about wet my pants but it was the COOLEST thing ever. highly recommed.&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well in NE and cant wait to post my pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113902160873350935?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113902160873350935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113902160873350935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113902160873350935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113902160873350935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-chicago.html' title='In CHICAGO!!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113880886347423961</id><published>2006-02-01T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T12:57:37.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/plane.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today marks my Friday because I am smart and took off Thursday and Friday. I'm not technically leaving until Friday but it will take me all day tomorrow to get ready. I know tomorrow is going to come and it will not be good because I have been putting EVERYTHING off until tomorrow and I don't think there are going to be enough hours in the day.&lt;br /&gt;I came to work today to find that they had decorated the office for my birthday and I had a present on my desk! I was hoping it would be from my boss because I know Janet had a birthday not too long ago and I did not get her anything. But as my luck would have it, the present was from Janet. She gave me a Suduko book, which brings me up to three so I have enough puzzles to last me until I am 90. I feel bad that I didn't get her anything but maybe she will get an American Chopper Valentines day card.&lt;br /&gt;Lost more money last night playing poker with my mom and brother. My bluffing method did not work to my advantage last night. We decided to play with the sack of money (coins) my Grandma left for each of us. I wish I could back to the days of Candyland and always win...I was so good at that game!&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I will get another post in before I leave for CHICAGO but I will catch everyone up when I get back. Im sure there will be some good stories/pictures....PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113880886347423961?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113880886347423961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113880886347423961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113880886347423961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113880886347423961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/02/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane...'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113850476282664043</id><published>2006-01-28T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T11:09:21.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends go by so fast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/party4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/party4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy weekend! Friday night my friend Gina got married. The whole evening was a blast! The ceremony was very beautiful and I tried to behave myself the best I could, but all I could think about was the movie Wedding Crashers. I think Theresa and I got a not so good look from the pastor/priest. We all tore up the dance floor and we actually were one of the last ones to leave. Its always weird to have one of your friends get married...everyone is growing up!&lt;br /&gt;My family has been playing poker at night lately and for actual money! I thought I could out bluff my brother and make him back out but I lost a good share of pennies the first night. Then last night I thought I would try something new by not looking at my cards and just keep betting. A couple of hands I actually one and I think it keeps the pressure off. Because if I know if I have a really good or bad hand, my face can't lie. But if I have no idea then I am able to psych people out. We shall see how well I do next time.&lt;br /&gt;Going out tonight with my family to celebrate my birthday since I will be in CHICAGO (you have to say it like that!) for my actual birthday. Should be good times.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to leave with this article because I could so see this happening to me. If this guy had a blog it would totally cancel out my umbrella story! READ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/europe/01/30/britain.museum.ap/index.html"&gt;Shoe laces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113850476282664043?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113850476282664043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113850476282664043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113850476282664043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113850476282664043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekends-go-by-so-fast.html' title='Weekends go by so fast...'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113829559818319995</id><published>2006-01-26T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:59:04.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How you know your grandpa is cool...</title><content type='html'>So I went to dinner last night with my grandparents and my grandma from Colorado. It was nice to just chat and have dinner together. I tried to get over my fear of tequila (if you dont know the story, I basically had a bad experience with tequila and havent forgiven it yet for what it did to me) and have a straight up margarita. This sucker was STRONG. Flashbacks started to take effect and wasnt sure if I would be able to finish. While I thought no one was looking, I would add a little water to mine. There was no way I would be able to finish it without diluting it a bit. I was amazed that both of my grandparents were able to drink theirs and still be able to walk. I would have been on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we were standing outside and I mentioned that we might be going out for my birthday this Saturday since I will be gone over my actual birthday. Then my grandpa goes:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, thats right your going to CHI-TOWN (chicago)."&lt;br /&gt;I was never more proud. Maybe chi-town has been used back in the day but the first time I heard someone say it was from Kayne West. Maybe he has a secret rap collection and listens to them while no one is looking and slipped when he said chi-town. SECRETS out!&lt;br /&gt;Other news...my MOM COMES HOME TODAY. She has been in a freezers also known as Alaska for 2 weeks. Its been hard lying to her when she says its -17 degrees outside with snow and I try to pretend its not 50 some degress with sunshine. Now since my Grandma is visiting we can finally out number the boys. The end of the Frat house is near!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113829559818319995?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113829559818319995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113829559818319995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113829559818319995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113829559818319995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-you-know-your-grandpa-is-cool.html' title='How you know your grandpa is cool...'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113812017711154630</id><published>2006-01-24T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T12:33:08.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working is really cutting into my blogging time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding I don't have time to blog at work much anymore. Maybe I need to talk about this with my boss...&lt;br /&gt;Had an awesome time at Gina's bachelorette party this past Saturday. I seriously have not laughed so hard in a very long time. My stomach still hurt on Monday! Who knew picture taking could be so funny?! I knew I had to drive back to Fremont that night so I didn't party too hard but it was still fun! We also had a rival batchelorlette party come in, but we reclaimed our turf and they quickly left. Im glad we all got a chance to hang out before Gina's big day!&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I took a break from my marathon cleaning schedule and was nice and took Jasmine down to the golf course. After we started walking for awhile I realized my shoes felt funny. I looked down and realized I had put on two totally different tennis shoes! Then I left Jasmine run on the driving range for a minute and she took off running in and out of the forest and passing the 200 yards mark. Me being stupid but not wearing a jacket, I decided it was time to start heading home. I began trying to get Jasmine to come back to the car. She kept going and going. I would yell her name and whistle and she would stop stare at me and continue going. I felt sorry for her for a second because I realize she has a major case of cabin fever. But then my hands started to freeze so I knew it was time to go. But oh no, she made me walk all the way to the end and call her a bad dog before she would come. Not a happy mother! Right when we got home she ran right over the bad dog corner. I made up with her later but I still think she's mad at me. What can you do?&lt;br /&gt;Well I better get back to watching the monitor to see if the video cuts out randomly. Be jealous of my job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113812017711154630?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113812017711154630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113812017711154630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113812017711154630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113812017711154630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/01/working-is-really-cutting-into-my.html' title='Working is really cutting into my blogging time!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113770833585486031</id><published>2006-01-19T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T14:10:01.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHICAGO!</title><content type='html'>It's official...Im going to Chicago for my birthday! Cannot wait! I think it will be the perfect spot to turn the big 25. I'm just hoping the weather holds out to something decent and that theres not a huge blizzard or something.&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting really excited to be flying and getting out of NE for a couple of days but last night I freak thought came into my head. What if something happens to the plane? But I pushed this thought aside because I didnt want to become one of those people who develop a huge fear of flying and cannot travel by plane. Then, I was reading today about how new terrorist threats are in the beginning stages of planning out attacks on the US. Great. Fear reinstated.&lt;br /&gt;I will get over it, but it just figures the minute I actually break out of Fremont all these "signs" say STAY IN THE BUBBLE!&lt;br /&gt;Random fact for you: Did you know that even on the windiest days the Sears Tower only sways 6 inches! This leads me to think..SHOULD THE BUILDING BE SWAYING AT ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113770833585486031?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113770833585486031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113770833585486031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113770833585486031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113770833585486031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/01/chicago.html' title='CHICAGO!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113684384628224104</id><published>2006-01-09T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T13:58:34.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two stories since you have been good</title><content type='html'>Went to break this morning with the intention to read a couple of pages with my book and enjoy my little cup of applesauce. I got up to the break room and found the "regulars" were already head first into their papers and books. Just as I got ready to try and blend in with the wall like I always do, The Lady with Major Issues (TLMI for short) entered the room. No matter where I see this woman or come into contact with her she is always talking to someone about all the sad things going on in her life. Her dad is really sick, her husband has a brain tumor, theres no money, the new Harry Potter movie did not follow the book like it should, etc. Well today when I thought she couldn't get worse, she did. I was just getting into my book when someone made the mistake of asking how her weekend was. Of course she replied with "oh...not so good..." To make a long story short, okay it might be long, there was a miscommunication with her 18 yr. old daughter and when she was supposed to pick her up at the airport. Well when she finally picked her up the daughter started getting mouthy and TLMI threatened to slap her because she called her a bad name. Well the daughter I guess pressed the last button and she slapped her on the face which resulted in a bloody nose for the daughter and TLMI cut her finger on the daughters tooth. Then the daughter threatened to jump out of the car while she was going 30 MPH so she grabbed her daughter by her hair and said "You might leave but your hairs not going anywhere." TLMI thought she wasn't being abusive her daughter, it was a punishment! I don't think it was serious enough for like assault charges kind of thing but who tells that kind of story in PUBLIC! I had to leave because this woman has obviously lost enough marbles to be telling this story outloud and might be ready to explode at any second. I'm sure I will get to hear an update tomorrow...yeah for me. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/radio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, since I can't afford a ipod and Santa forgot to bring my laptop this Christmas (wink, hint hint) I thought I could have the illusion of being cool and take to work my $1.00 radio from Wal-mart. Its just a really small, clip-on radio with earplugs that look like it might be connected to a ipod. Well as I set out my lunch, I tried to get my radio to work so I could tune out the high school lunchroom atmosphere I was surrounded by. Well the only way the stupid thing would work is if I held the earplugs in with one hand. This means I was left with one free hand to eat a salad and turn the pages of my paper. Red flags should have been flying the moment I even attempted to do this. Salad pieces were flying and I kept losing the grip on the radio so the station would disappear. Finally I gave up and started eating my orange that I had prepared earlier by cutting into fourths. This is an easy task at home but a little more difficult in public. It only took one slipping out of my hands and bouncing across the table to make me stop. I'm starting to think the student center is not the place for me. I guess I should go back to eating in my car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113684384628224104?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113684384628224104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113684384628224104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113684384628224104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113684384628224104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/01/two-stories-since-you-have-been-good.html' title='Two stories since you have been good'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113640233715429835</id><published>2006-01-04T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T11:21:47.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/400/bored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the count down begin...It is exactly 1 month until my birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay..I have gotten some reader feedback that has suggested that my blog has become boring. I wont say names (3 letter word, starts and ends with M!) but he/she might have a point. I'm sorry that I haven't had a huge umbrella/table topple over on me or forgot to wear an under shirt under my very shear shirt in a couple of months. All I got is a bitter, old co-worker to blog about but after awhile there is only so much people want to hear you complain about. Who cares that she got lectured me on how I DIDNT have to take out staples before putting things in the shredder (am I the only one who see's a problem with this?).&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to my point....I have decided to include some links of things you can do since my blog is so boring. Hopefully I will trip down the stairs today and have a fun story tomorrow...until then, here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coolquiz.com"&gt;quizzes and more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puzzles.usatoday.com/sudoku/"&gt;SUDOKU: my new addiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.factmonster.com/ipka/A0872797.html"&gt;timeline of crayon colors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.factmonster.com"&gt;interesting information&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113640233715429835?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113640233715429835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113640233715429835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113640233715429835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113640233715429835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/01/boring.html' title='boring...'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113631908444879501</id><published>2006-01-03T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T12:28:19.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Glad to be back at work...NOT so much! The time didn't seem to go as fast as I thought it would be I still could not seem to fit in blogging time during my 10 days off (I love being a university employee)!&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was good but it seemed to be over before I was ready. I got a digital camera which I am really excited about because that means I can post more pictures!! Went to Lincoln for New Years (&lt;em&gt;see photos below)&lt;/em&gt; and had a really good time. Found the line for the bathroom at Brothers to be ridiculous!! Glad Subway was across the street!&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/arthureliz/slideshow?.dir=/3ad4&amp;.src=ph"&gt;squirrel hunting&lt;/a&gt; with Jasmine during the week. Her and I would go and place bread and cherrios on the back porch and then sit inside and watch them. I was surprised how calm she was most of the time. After they would leave, I would let her out to reclaim her land which was almost as funny.&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to get my birthday trip to Chicago finalized. Anyone interested? I'm having a "Going over the hill at 25" fiesta!&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all I got for now...hope you enjoyed the pictures! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/n63202330_30122433_8001[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="220" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/n63202330_30122433_8001%5B1%5D.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/n63202330_30128995_7076[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/n63202330_30128995_7076%5B1%5D.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/n63202330_30128997_7436[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/n63202330_30128997_7436%5B1%5D.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/n63202330_30128996_7298[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/n63202330_30128996_7298%5B1%5D.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113631908444879501?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113631908444879501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113631908444879501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113631908444879501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113631908444879501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113535895243976275</id><published>2005-12-23T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T06:53:52.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not sure if I will get to post again before Christmas so I thought I would make a fun post. I put links to my favorite Holiday movie quotes. Have some laughs and enjoy! &lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviewavs.com/cgi-bin/moviewavs.cgi?Elf=myfavorite.wav"&gt;I like smiling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviewavs.com/cgi-bin/moviewavs.cgi?Elf=santascoming.wav"&gt;I know Santa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviewavs.com/cgi-bin/moviewavs.cgi?National_Lampoons_Christmas_Vacation=merrychristmas.wav"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviewavs.com/cgi-bin/moviewavs.cgi?National_Lampoons_Christmas_Vacation=lookingat.wav"&gt;Good View&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviewavs.com/cgi-bin/moviewavs.cgi?National_Lampoons_Christmas_Vacation=tenyards.wav"&gt;Ten Yards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviewavs.com/cgi-bin/moviewavs.cgi?National_Lampoons_Christmas_Vacation=auntbethany.wav"&gt;Aunt Bethany&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviewavs.com/cgi-bin/moviewavs.cgi?National_Lampoons_Christmas_Vacation=myboss.wav"&gt;My Boss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There are probably a lot more but these can always make me laugh! &lt;em&gt;Cheers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113535895243976275?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113535895243976275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113535895243976275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113535895243976275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113535895243976275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113519662891452957</id><published>2005-12-21T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T12:26:38.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy eyes</title><content type='html'>I have been pretty good lately getting through my day without any problems. I was kind of thankful but also worried that my blog has been suffering since I haven't been making an fool out of myself. Well the prayers were answered.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine awoke me this morning at her usual time, between 3 and 4 am. She was just being too cute drinking the Christmas tree water last night (and the night before) that I couldn't stop her. More water =frequent bathroom trips. Well she woke me up and being half asleep I ran right into the side of my door (the skinny side of a door when its open). This was a moment after I had stepped on my TV remote. I let her outside and tried to sleep standing up while "watching" her from the door. She finally came in and I was walking back to my room and as I was about to get into bed I kicked over a jar of bath salt someone at work had given me. Okay, this isn't your ordinary bath salt...its old lady bath salt and can be smelled from miles away. I just stood over it for sometime because my eyes had not fully opened yet and the smell was starting to make me sick. I couldn't vacuum it up because A. it was 3 or 4 in the morning and B. Stupid vacuum cleaner is not working. So I had the great idea of taking a towel and covering it up to help soften the smell so I could sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Things continued to improve when I managed to wake up later than I should again. I then torn apart my closet trying to just find something simple to wear and get out the door. I put on a white t-shirt and started getting ready when I had a perma-stain down the front of it and deemed it "not wearable" to work. I then pulled out an old standby and continued to get ready. Not 5 minutes later I noticed a weird stain on one of the shoulders and it to could not be worn. I also ran out to start my car and realized I had left my cell phone in my car and it was like it have frostbite. So I spent 5 minutes trying to revive it. If that phone was a cat, it would have way past 9 lives now. I then noticed that before I left I saw that I had been stepping on the towel covering up the bath salt all morning and the salts should be embedded in my carpet now. The smell will most likely last forever!&lt;br /&gt;So far nothing else major has happened but you know its bad when the sun isn't up and everything that could go wrong does!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113519662891452957?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113519662891452957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113519662891452957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113519662891452957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113519662891452957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/12/sleepy-eyes.html' title='Sleepy eyes'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113509976151785483</id><published>2005-12-20T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:08:41.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there still such a thing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/spirit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christmas quickly approaches, I have found myself without the Christmas spirit. I truly feel that it is a much deeper feeling when you are younger. Of course at a young age the true meaning of Christmas is lost in between worrying about Santa, presents and being out of school. But at the same time things were much more simple and you were able to enjoy the holiday. You didn't have to worry about work, buying presents, entertaining friends and family, etc. Mom's were just as happy with a homemade birdhouse as they were a expensive new sweater. I'm sure that is still true but as you get older you feel guilty making a birdhouse out of leftover waterbed parts when you should go out and buy a stack of gifts. I think my problem is I worry about too much what I am going to buy for others and how I am going to afford it when doing even little things can produce the same good feeling of giving.&lt;br /&gt;I had another reason to feel guilty last night. My dad, brother and I were talking last night about the gifts were were given by our employers.&lt;br /&gt;My dad: Last year I got meat, a blanket and a pie. This year I got a bag of chocolate covered chips and gift certificates to Gambinos Pizza (side note: the family that owns the restaurant he works is related to the family that owns Gambinos.)&lt;br /&gt;my brother: Well I got one better. The owner came up to me and had a stack of Christmas bonus checks and asked my name. He flipped through and couldn't find mine. I told him I was hired through Staffco (its a employment agency in town) and he just walked away. No Merry Christmas or anything.&lt;br /&gt;me: Well my boss brought a tin of cookies and a card saying that she made a donation to a local charity in lieu of gifts.&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty afterwards because I shouldn't have been disappointed by my gift. In all of our situations (expect my brother's, something was wrong there!) we were expecting something more and were disappointed by the gifts. This is when I feel the worst with myself for not appreciating the little things. Nothing was wrong with the gifts because it was the thought that counts and remembering this is often hard. I was however reminded of the movie National Lampoons Christmas Vacation and where Clark gets a 12-month membership to the &lt;a href="http://www.moviewavs.com/cgi-bin/moviewavs.cgi?National_Lampoons_Christmas_Vacation=jellyfothemonth.wav"&gt;Jelly of the Month Club &lt;/a&gt;when he was expecting a bonus check. I wish I could have been like Eddy with my reaction to my gift. I guess the spirit of Christmas will come back to me and I can work harder on being thankful for what I already have instead of being disappointed with something that I didn't expect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113509976151785483?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113509976151785483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113509976151785483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113509976151785483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113509976151785483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/12/is-there-still-such-thing.html' title='Is there still such a thing?'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113502898232420451</id><published>2005-12-19T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T14:07:39.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to ruin my night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/bush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/sound.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how you ruin a perfectly good Sunday night:&lt;br /&gt;1. Right before my favorite show, Desperate Housewives, is about to start interrupt so the President can talk.&lt;br /&gt;2. Force me to flip back and forth while the President speaks to avoid falling asleep or throwing something sharp at the TV.&lt;br /&gt;3. Let the President continue to talk for close to 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Finally when he is done making up new words and saying he's sorry when he's really not, then show a re-run for Desperate Housewives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again! Was only looking forward to it all week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113502898232420451?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113502898232420451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113502898232420451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113502898232420451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113502898232420451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-to-ruin-my-night.html' title='How to ruin my night'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113477275407003212</id><published>2005-12-16T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:40:59.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of these is not like the other one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/theirsock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/400/theirsock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the picture I have included. I have created this picture in Paint to help you visual my observation. So Janet hung these stockings for everyone on one of the doors for ALL to see and made a big production about it. Well she finally got them hung up and the world started moving again, but I really didn't pay much attention until the student worker pointed something out. The first two (which I have numbered 1 &amp; 2) are Janet's and my bosses. The middle two (numbered 3 &amp;amp;4) are the two student workers and the far right one is mine (number 5). Here are the obvious observations:&lt;br /&gt;1. The stockings for her and my boss are identical.&lt;br /&gt;2. The stocking for the student workers are identical.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mine does not match any of the other stockings.&lt;br /&gt;4. My stocking is placed further away from the other stockings...the word that comes to mind is outcast.&lt;br /&gt;I really cant make this up or over exaggerate. I just find it highly amusing! Which brings me to my next point. Check out &lt;a href="www.toothpastefordinner.com"&gt;toothpastefordinner&lt;/a&gt; comic of the day. So perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113477275407003212?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113477275407003212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113477275407003212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113477275407003212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113477275407003212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-of-these-is-not-like-other-one.html' title='One of these is not like the other one'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113466691492304252</id><published>2005-12-15T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T11:45:40.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Friday yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/hand.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/hand.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping on the theme of gross....Did I miss the memo saying it was "National Don't wash your hands day after going to the bathroom"! I swear the nine times I have already been to the bathroom this morning like half the people have not been washing their hands. No wonder I keep getting sick!&lt;br /&gt;Other highlights of the day...&lt;br /&gt;1. The elastic is shot in my underwear and its starting to look weird when I try to fix it every five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Was unaware of the snow over night so I got ready in 20 minutes=look like crap. Then I find out that the roads are fine and I get to work early.&lt;br /&gt;3. The clip broke in my hair so all the short pieces that don't make it to my ponytail are hanging all over the place. Considering using a paperclip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was early to work this morning and since I found $7.00 in my pants pocket I stopped at starbucks. I LOVE their hot chocolate but sometimes it is served luke warm. I have been saying "grande extra hot, hot chocolate" only to have them repeat it back as "an grande extra hot chocolate." So this morning I thought I would outsmart them and ordered "a grande extra hot chocolate." After a long pause "I think we can do that?" Then something clicked and she was like "Oh you want an extra hot, hot chocolate." I could here laughter in the background and I got the feeling I was being made fun of. When I got up to the window they kept bringing it up adding another hot while laughing. "here's your hot hot hot chocolate...hahaha!" Seriously, A. it wasn't that funny and B. When I took a drink it was luke warm. That's great I will be known as the hot hot hot chocolate girl who gets lukewarm hot chocolate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113466691492304252?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113466691492304252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113466691492304252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113466691492304252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113466691492304252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/12/is-it-friday-yet.html' title='Is it Friday yet?'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113450537851896079</id><published>2005-12-13T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T12:36:39.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone is always watching!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/watch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been another boorific day with Janet but I won't bore you anymore with the details. Let just say she took over my candy jar and I'm not happy about it!&lt;br /&gt;The office is pretty crazy this week due to it being finals week. Some people aren't handling it as well as others (*cough* janet). We have people testing everywhere and I was watching one of the monitors this morning and didn't believe what I was seeing. I knew this might happen someday but not today. There I am doing my own thing watching this person take a test when I noticed he had started to pick his nose. I know GROSS! I should explain the view I'm getting is from above looking right down on him. I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep watching but that's what I am paid to do. I was just praying that he wouldn't eat it! He didn't but he did something just as gross. He then took his buger fingers and wiped it under the table! DOUBLE GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know why he thought no one would see it. There are signs everywhere that basically say CHEAT if you DARE, we are WATCHING YOU! I started laughing with a grossed out twist wondering who I should tell. I can put money on it that I will have to clean that station tonight. Like my job doesn't suck enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113450537851896079?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113450537851896079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113450537851896079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113450537851896079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113450537851896079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/12/someone-is-always-watching.html' title='Someone is always watching!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113442206759166077</id><published>2005-12-12T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T14:55:08.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You never know in Fremont</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/400/live.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words to describe this weekend....Sugar high!&lt;br /&gt;I had been planning a small get together to make gingerbread houses for a couple weeks. Why, I don't know. I filled my cart at Wal-mart (of course) full of anything that contained more than 95% sugar. I got a little carried away. I posted death threats to help guard my treasures hoping they would make it to Sunday. But before the Gingerbread extravaganza I was scheduled to help frost sugar cookies at my grandma's house with my cousins. Billy had plans he couldn't cancel, sleep, so it was just me to represent my family at the event. Two of my younger cousins and I frosted cookies until our fingers hurt. I have to say we are getting more creative. There was the Santa with bugs eating his beard, Christmas trees with wings, and Santa's with their beards cut off. Blame MTV.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came...GINGERBREAD house day! I got everything ready and excited to see everyone that was able to come. Had some good laughs trying to compete with one another while trying to save our houses from crumbling. I was going to be all Martha Stewart and make real gingerbread but why go through the pain when the house is just going to sit and rot Christmas after Christmas (okay, I like to save mine). Got a little freaky when the snowmen started dying and red food coloring was used to make a more dramatic effect. The party wrapped up and a couple of us decided to go into town. Why come all the way to Fremont and not check out the sights.&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, we came across something that only can be pulled off in Fremont. As we were leaving from dinner we noticed the search lights in the sky and wondered what was demanding everyone's attention in Fremont on a Sunday night! Oh we found out...a LIVE nativity scene. The best part it was a DRIVE-THRU LIVE NATIVITY SCENE! The shepherds or friends of Jesus gladly took our donations and we got to witness something Im sure others have not. Everyone was there. Mary, Joseph, LIVE sheep, shepherds, etc and of course the man of the hour..Baby Jesus! My passengers wanted to go through again but being from a small town I didn't want to become someone's gossip as the girl who repeatedly drove through the LIVE nativity scene. I think I showed everyone a good time and I'm sure they wont forget the time they went to Fremont and saw the DRIVE-THRU LIVE NATIVITY SCENE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113442206759166077?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113442206759166077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113442206759166077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113442206759166077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113442206759166077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-never-know-in-fremont.html' title='You never know in Fremont'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113416814839451406</id><published>2005-12-09T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:43:42.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now starring Jasmine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/paw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/paw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this belief that Jasmine needs to have a pair of boots for the winter. It pains me to see her get snow caught in between her paws and it also pains when she tries to bite me when I clean them out. I'm pretty sure she has a Code red level of cabin fever from not being able to spend long periods of time outside. Sure she goes out every five minutes to control her crack addition (really its snow but when she comes in she has a line of white stuff on her nose and it looks like she has been doing lines of cocaine with other neighborhood dogs), but that only adds up to like 2 hours in a 24 hour period (my math is probably way off but you get the point).&lt;br /&gt;I was looking online yesterday and saw that local stores actually carry them. I stopped on my way home last night and found a pair. They look like little baby mittens but they are made out of rubber and have a velcro strap around them. I was so excited to get them home and try them on Jasmine. I was even more excited because I thought I was getting a good deal. The package contained 2-pairs, 4 boots total and I thought the other two were for "just in case". I then quickly awoke from my severe blond moment seizure and paid the crazy cat lady and left.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I was really surprised how Jasmine didn't fight against having these strange objects put on her feet. I told her to stand up, and the show began! It was probably one of the funniest walks I have ever seen her do. She was trotting similar to a horse. For some reason they kept coming off, but she was such a good sport about it. Im sure she might just get used to them but its a good laugh until then. My other idea involves trash bags and duct tape. I could be on to something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113416814839451406?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113416814839451406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113416814839451406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113416814839451406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113416814839451406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/12/now-starring-jasmine.html' title='Now starring Jasmine'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113407463170047428</id><published>2005-12-08T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T12:57:13.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea of Festive Vests</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/vest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/400/vest.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our campus Holiday Open House yesterday. It was open for all faculty/staff and they were going to have food, music, etc. My boss allowed Janet and I to go first and then when we got back she would go. I was glad to see my friend Jill there because that meant I didn't have to sit with Janet. I "accidentally" lost her going through the line and tried to hide from her when we sat down. The room was packed and as I was looking around I had noticed that most of the woman had dressed for the occasion. I lost count of the vests they were wearing decorated with reindeer, snowflakes, Christmas trees, Santa's, etc. I don't want to offend anyone who wears these vests, but I was just amazed by the shear number of people wearing them. Okay, I will make fun of them because they can be ridiculous sometimes. What happened to a red shirt with a small "festive" pin? I kind of felt out of place, but knew in my heart I would not try to fit in next time by wearing a loud vest. I remember Janet mentioning the day before that she will have to wear something "festive" to the party. I had no idea how many others felt the need to get dressed up as well.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had also been raving about the food and how they couldn't wait to see what they would be serving. Then they started reminiscing about past Holiday parties and how good the ham salad was that year. When we got there it was interesting to see people flock to the food like they had never been given free food before. I really wasn't that interested and added some things to plate so maybe the next year I can add "Did you try a roll last year? They were to die for!" I decided to leave sooner than planned because I thought I would have more fun sitting at my desk. I grabbed a couple of things from the dessert table to give to the workstudy who had stayed for us while we went. I felt kind of silly walking right past the chancellor with a plate of treats trying not to make eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;I got back to the office and offered my goodies to the workstudy. My boss was walking out of the office and said "Oh, I'm surprised they let you leave with anything. They said this year Nothing could be taken out." At that moment I wanted to return to the party and had the plate back to the chancellor and offer up Janet as a sacrifice. I instead asked the workstudy if she would support me if I lost my joy since I was taking the treats to her. I don't think she was willing to do that. I can be expensive!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will be invited nest year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113407463170047428?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113407463170047428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113407463170047428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113407463170047428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113407463170047428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/12/sea-of-festive-vests.html' title='Sea of Festive Vests'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113389805670549127</id><published>2005-12-06T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T14:07:02.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Trash Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/smell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/smell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weekend which is cascading over into this week!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I did pretty much nothing. Between the freak snow storm we got morning and previous week kicking me in the butt, I pretending I was a rag that had been reincarnated. My mom finally got me to shower by going to the store for her. We got in the mood to make sugar cookies and plus only having a expired lasagna in the freezer or leftover Thanksgiving food, this was going to required a trip to the store.&lt;br /&gt;I came back and we fixed dinner and started to make the sugar cookies. Not thinking of the steps ahead, we quickly realized that we didn't have any cookie cutters. An easy solution would be to cut out your own shapes...well easier said than done. My mom did find a couple cookies cutters. One being a cut out that looks like a housewife and the other being a stop sign. This is were the white trash-ness (well the first example) comes into play. We also found using measuring cups would work too. You could make snowballs, ornaments, snowmen (or woman), etc. I did a couple of freehand ones but I'm not going to quit my day job. The best one was a little sqwigily one that when I asked my mom she said it was a "Christmas Worm." Think the cold medicine was getting to her.&lt;br /&gt;Being too tired to frost them at 1 am, we thought we would leave them to the next day. So the next night we started getting everything ready. Well then my mom found the source of the smell we had been having in our kitchen. I had noticed it the other day but brushed it off as, no more Tacobell for him! My mom looked under the sink to find one of the containers of cleaning supplies was half full of ROTTING water. When she pulled it out, I swear it was like opening a sewer! The upstairs quickly filled with the smell of a used diaper factory. My mom was a trooper refusing gloves, or the rope I was going to hang myself with due to the smell. My brother walked into the house and all we could hear was "Who $&amp;amp;#@ their pants!!" It was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;So to honor our experience and go with the Christmas theme of poop my mom turned her "Christmas Worm" into Mr. Hanky from South Park. She made red hat for him and everything. Its funny how much it really resembles him. I can guarantee that will be the last cookie left! It's going to be a wonderful White Trash Christmas at the Arthur's this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113389805670549127?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113389805670549127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113389805670549127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113389805670549127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113389805670549127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/12/white-trash-christmas.html' title='White Trash Christmas'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113345071757036816</id><published>2005-12-01T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T07:30:09.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World AIDS day and being Super Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/red.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First off, if you didn't know already its World AIDS Day. Find a way to support. Make a ribbon out of something red around you and wear it today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally got a good amount of snow last night. It really didnt start until about when I was leaving for work. The roads weren't too bad but started to get more icy as I drove. I had to stop at Wal-Mart to get some food so I could wear jeans today. The chancellors board of something declared it causal day if you brought a can of food in. Why I didn't get something while I was at Wal-Mart the day before is beyond me. Also of course I had to get gas because for some reason I am always out of gas when it is butt cold outside. So here's a quick math problem for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elizabeth gets into her car at 5:12 but doesn't leave the parking garage until 5:15. She then stops at Wal-mart for close to 1/2 hour and also stops for gas and takes about 10 minutes to fill up and get back on the road. She then pulls into her driveway at 7:30. How long was she on the road?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care to know exactly, all I know only being able to go 35-40 MPH all the way home SUCKS! I then thought I would be too tired to start decorating the house for Christmas, something I had been looking forward to since Thanksgiving, but for some reason I had a sudden burt of energy. I cleaned the upstairs (for the most part), fed the dog and vacuumed. Then came the hard part of finding the decorations. While trying to reach a box of stuff, I managed to get myself lodged in between a chair and a desk in one of our storage rooms. I thought I would be stuck until my brother came home. I was able to get out and surprised I was able to make my leg and back do an almost 360.&lt;br /&gt;I decked the house and sang along to Christmas music, it was beautiful. Jasmine just glued herself to me wondering why I was decorating her room, aka the living room. Hope all the lights I put up didn't keep her up last night. She is not fun when she is grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;I then got an urge to go out and shovel the driveway and walkway to the front door. I grabbed my dads boots, because mine were in my car (I know a good place..huh!) and someone's hat and headed out. So there I was shoveling in my leopard print Pj's at 9:00pm last night. Im sure the neighbors were wondering what I was doing. Im sure its perfectly normal to shovel in your PJ's that late.&lt;br /&gt;At least the house got done and it really feels more like Christmas. I just hope today I can get home before my bedtime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113345071757036816?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113345071757036816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113345071757036816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113345071757036816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113345071757036816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/12/world-aids-day-and-being-super-woman.html' title='World AIDS day and being Super Woman'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113339965377856358</id><published>2005-11-30T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:14:13.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas......muwah ha ha ha......I know someone who is getting coal in her stocking ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113339965377856358?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113339965377856358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113339965377856358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113339965377856358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113339965377856358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title=''/><author><name>loradora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113329236460662360</id><published>2005-11-29T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T11:38:10.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/fever.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/400/fever.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wishing it was still Thanksgiving break!&lt;br /&gt;Had a good Thanksgiving, kind of stressful making my frog eye salad but I managed. I think next year we should just go to McDonalds! Spent most of the weekend worrying about the "huge" snow storm we were supposed to have Monday morning. I put my new windshield wipers on which was a accomplishment for me because I have never been able to de-code the "man language" instructions. I got done with some extra parts but they seem to work fine. I got gloves, borrowed my moms boots and made sure I had gas. Even though we didnt get what was expected it was still good practice. I just need to get one of those smaller shovels and I will be set!&lt;br /&gt;I recently was exposed to the movie Dodgeball and have been hooked ever since. My brother owns the DVD so I took it from him and was watching it at least once a day over break. He finally took it away from me (I think my family had a secret intervention!) and I started to go through withdraws. Found a good deal at Target and purchased my own copy. That was close!&lt;br /&gt;If you couldn't tell...I lead a very exciting life! This is going to be a long winter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113329236460662360?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113329236460662360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113329236460662360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113329236460662360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113329236460662360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-life.html' title='No life'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113275559633963890</id><published>2005-11-23T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T06:55:22.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/Thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/Thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah there is like no one at work today...this blows! I wish I could have taken today off as well. We just have people testing in the morning and then thats it! Just Janet and I....be jealous!&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep watching Dodgeball last night...doh! I missed all the good parts. I think tonight I will switch it up and watch my Friends DVD...yes I am that spontaneous!&lt;br /&gt;Excited for Thanksgiving tomorrow...but mostly just to see the ads for the sales on Friday. Not sure if I will be heading out to get some deals, just to wait to see whats out there.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all I got for now. But I did include this "forward" like thing to put on ones blog...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My Weird Habits&lt;br /&gt;1. I am obsessed with my handwriting. I will re-write notes, that are just meant for me, like 5 times if I feel it looks bad. I also will re-write like shopping lists or other things with other peoples handwriting if I don't like theirs.&lt;br /&gt;2. I cannot say the word "milk" right. I guess I pronounce it like "melk".&lt;br /&gt;3. If I go somewhere to eat by myself, I HAVE to have something to read or look at. If I don't have anything I would rather sit in my car, in a empty parking lot instead.&lt;br /&gt;4. I cannot stomach expired food. If I see that the expiration date as passed, even by a day, I cannot ingest it. I have tried and its a whole mind game. Gross!&lt;br /&gt;5. I cannot except compliments. I never know what to say and its just awkward for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The Rules: The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "MY 5 WEIRD HABITS" and people who get tagged need to write a blog entry about their 5 weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose at least 5 people to be tagged and list their IDs. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "You are tagged" in their site and tell them to read yours.&lt;br /&gt;I randomly tag, in no specific order:&lt;br /&gt;1. corngrl2&lt;br /&gt;2. theresa&lt;br /&gt;3. susieisim&lt;br /&gt;4. justin&lt;br /&gt;5. Dont have a 5th, I guess I will have bad luck forever or something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113275559633963890?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113275559633963890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113275559633963890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113275559633963890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113275559633963890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-eve.html' title='Thanksgiving Eve'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113267330592397950</id><published>2005-11-22T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T08:12:25.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/car.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running late like usual today, I quickly ran out to my car that I had to park in the street last night because the car lot, that is our driveway, was full. I was sitting in the car organizing everything before heading out when all of a sudden the car alarm on my dads truck starts going off. Now, I could have A. Just drove off and pretend I left before it happened and let the whole neighborhood wake up or B. Run inside and try and find the keys to shut it off. I choose to run inside because I knew my mom was still in the shower and my dad might not have been awoken by it. Reaching my parents door my mom opened and I panicked trying to get the words out. "The alarm is going off!" I blurted. "On my car?!" she replied back. By this time my dad had been awakened by us yelling and the alarm on the truck still honking away. All of a sudden it stopped on its own. I left them to solve the mystery and ran out the door. I'm sure all the neighbors got a nice wake-up call from us. Maybe it was a squirrel or a ghost. My luck, it was someone trying to break into my dads truck and as I ran inside leaving my car running, in the street, with the door standing open, they would just have taken my car instead. Who knows!&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for smoother morning than yesterday. I missed my cup holder and dropped my freshly opened, can of pop on the floor, drivers side of course. Luckily I was wearing black pants.&lt;br /&gt;Also, got my DVD player working again! Finally could watch Dodge Ball without having to beg my brother to use his TV/DVD/Room. So in love with that movie right now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113267330592397950?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113267330592397950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113267330592397950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113267330592397950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113267330592397950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-start.html' title='Good Start'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113261187010365859</id><published>2005-11-21T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:34:10.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 down, 1 more to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/dinner.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="103" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/400/dinner.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday! GRRRR&lt;br /&gt;Kept pretty busy this weekend. Spent Friday in Lincoln which was fun. Took a friend to see an apartment she was interested in renting. I liked how open the landlord was telling about the crazy man who didn't even live in the building, who came in and lit the stairwell on fire trying to kill all the babies in the building. Or about the drunk guy, who is nicer the more he drinks, and how he's been off the "sauce" for two months. Good times! It was a pretty cool apartment though...but best of luck on that one. I also got to see Harry Potter and it was actually really good. The bathtub scene was a little awkward but still funny.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give a shout out to Mattie for having a AWESOME Thanksgiving dinner at his apartment. He did pretty much everything and it rocked. Hope we weren't too out of control at the rowdy table! Hey, did you find the wine bottle yet? There was something inside for you!&lt;br /&gt;Did a little shopping afterwards and had dinner at Sushi Ishibon ( I know I murdered that probably, but Im too lazy to look it up) and it was fantastic. Highly recommend! Topped the night off with a trip to Super Target. I know, its a little crazy for 9 o'clock on a Saturday night but hey, I'm only young once! I did leave winning the contest of who could spend the least! Glad my bottle of Arbor Mist didn't break me!&lt;br /&gt;Had my second of three Thanksgiving dinners on Sunday. It was nice to see a section of the family tree being represented! Had some good laughs and leftover Arbor Mist!&lt;br /&gt;Really hard to get up this morning but just knowing that it's technically already Wednesday, I guess I could make it.&lt;br /&gt;Insider tip: Wal-mart is going to have digital HP camera's for $88 on Friday! Good luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113261187010365859?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113261187010365859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113261187010365859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113261187010365859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113261187010365859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/11/2-down-1-more-to-go.html' title='2 down, 1 more to go'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113224358178253809</id><published>2005-11-17T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T08:32:34.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of allergies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/sneeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="98" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/sneeze.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a major attack of allergies yesterday. I woke up and I couldn't stop sneezing and having to blow my nose. Trust me its not fun when both happen while youre blow drying your hair! I took some pills but they didn't seem to help. I thought that over lunch I would stop at Walgreens and buy the entire store so I could help people without sneezing all over them. I quickly realized that I had forgotten my debit card, had only a couple of dollars on me and a checkbook that is only accepted at certain locations. Luckily they took my check so I could at least get something for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I returned with a $10 box of medicine (and that was the generic kind!) and some good kleenex's, not that crappy, cheap kind offices supply. It got a little better but I was questioning the whole "non-drowsy" claim. I even asked the pharmacist because I needed something that wouldn't cause me to fall asleep at my desk or cause me to drool uncontrollably and suddenly lack the skill to form complete sentences. I managed to make it 5 minutes from home when I got stopped by a stupid train. So I was able to close my eyes for a few minutes waiting for it to pass. I got home and I played with Jasmine for a minute or two, fed her and let her outside and I was in bed by 7:30 pm. I was awoken by my brother, who scared the crap out of me first of all, wanting me to buy a $20 discount card. He must of seen the condition I was in and decided to try and hit me up while I was down. I was able to fend him and even got him to turn off my TV for me. My dad came home sometime after that and shut my light off for me. I was lacking the power to lift my head so it was good the frat boys took care of me!&lt;br /&gt;I really could have slept longer this morning but all my symptoms were cured. Not sure if was the fact I went through the house throwing all plants out into the cold (just kidding Mom, I could see her face getting angry as I wrote that!). I did throw the grass clippings out Mom, sorry! I will get you new ones!&lt;br /&gt;But it's my Friday...vay-cay for me tomorrow! Excited! Hopefully I won't have another attack tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113224358178253809?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113224358178253809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113224358178253809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113224358178253809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113224358178253809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/11/attack-of-allergies.html' title='Attack of allergies'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113210822942443484</id><published>2005-11-15T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T18:34:59.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't leave home without a spare</title><content type='html'>Last Friday my boss came out and said that Janet and I could go head out a little early. I took her up on the offer, it being Friday and all and the fact I was slowly feeling more and more like crap. I got in my car and started leaving the parking garage. I noticed the car felt a little funny so I pulled over into a cleared out part of the garage and got out to discover a very flat tire. Trying to make my self not believe what I was seeing by blinking harder, I found myself staring at an ever flat tire. No problem I thought, I have changed them in the past in worse conditions, this will be easy. Opening the trunk I look in to find no spare tire! Seriously...it can only happen to me! Long story short, my brother had to bring my spare tire to me (which was sitting our garage...don't ask because I don't know why it was there either!) and change it for me. My bad luck continued to the following morning to find the spare had gone flat as well...again what are the odds. Still feeling like crap I kind of forgot about going to fix it. Luckily Wal-mart is open on Sunday's and she got fixed. There was more drama involved in my little tale but I will save that for my memoir.&lt;br /&gt;I survived my first snow storm commute this morning! Yeah, those are going to blow! It wasn't too bad and I'm sure I haven't seen nothing yet. Better start saving those vacation days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113210822942443484?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113210822942443484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113210822942443484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113210822942443484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113210822942443484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/11/dont-leave-home-without-spare.html' title='Don&apos;t leave home without a spare'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113172762549603582</id><published>2005-11-11T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T08:53:16.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Arthur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/1600/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4383/1256/320/mom.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went last night to pick up my mom at the airport. I really should have thought about my outfit before I left but wearing my Pj's and flip flops that didn't match is perfect attire for the Omaha airport at 10pm. My mom was hungry so we stopped at Popeye's. I thought it was funny that she asked for salt and pepper and then as she was driving I offered to prepare her dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;Do you want me to put salt and pepper on this for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: &lt;em&gt;Just the salt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;Then why did you ask for salt and pepper?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: &lt;em&gt;I always ask for both but I only use the salt. It just sounds better asking for both.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever works for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got home and my mom got out the present she got for my brother. I look and its the Cardinal Red shoes (or whatever the name is) cheerleading squad. &lt;em&gt;To Billy&lt;/em&gt; I read and see that various girls had signed it for them.&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;em&gt; Where did you get this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: &lt;em&gt;They were just at this party. &lt;/em&gt;(which now thinking about I should have questioned this party!)&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;So you went around and asked for autographs from cheerleaders for your son.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: &lt;em&gt;yeah (laughs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;You know that I am going to have to blog about this tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: (&lt;em&gt;laughs more)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I had already drove to Omaha and then to Fremont and then back to Omaha when I had to get up early and go to work today still feeling like pooooo...its always nice to have my mom home again! Welcome back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113172762549603582?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113172762549603582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113172762549603582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113172762549603582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113172762549603582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/11/mother-arthur.html' title='Mother Arthur'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14026377.post-113164240524617006</id><published>2005-11-10T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T09:18:44.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>second, but important post!</title><content type='html'>Okay...had to post again today because I just found something really hilarious! I was looking at &lt;a href="http://www.journalstar.com"&gt;www.journalstar.com&lt;/a&gt; (the Lincoln, NE paper) and was reading about the &lt;a href="http://www.journalstar.com/articles/2005/11/10/local/doc437291a637d5c071369439.txt"&gt;new mall renovation &lt;/a&gt;and how people were being trampled. The article is pretty funny but click on the part that says Graphic: &lt;a href="javascript:" width="550," height="400," resizable="no')&amp;quot;" win="window.open('http://www.journalstar.com/media/flash_news/Mall.swf"&gt;Timeline&lt;/a&gt; and keep clicking play. The last animation is the best. I won't spoil it for all of you....highly recommend checking it out!&lt;br /&gt;okay...I think I'm done for the day but you never know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14026377-113164240524617006?l=adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/feeds/113164240524617006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14026377&amp;postID=113164240524617006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113164240524617006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14026377/posts/default/113164240524617006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofgigs.blogspot.com/2005/11/second-but-important-post.html' title='second, but important post!'/><author><name>Gigs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501045354435977854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qweGz_KlJf0/S-OEUt8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fosDx26xxlk/S220/IMG_2074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
