<?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-4743972563904608375</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:37:26.447-07:00</updated><category term='And now the fall...'/><category term='Stripes'/><category term='Nerves'/><category term='Surveys'/><category term='Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'/><category term='Errors'/><title type='text'>Right off Center</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oh2BeTall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107617169929282546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SymKPWlchQI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDkkdR8ytDQ/S220/jillprofile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743972563904608375.post-3748223221101597468</id><published>2010-03-08T00:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:28:21.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/S5SrNTiORKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OnpU_0jICds/s1600-h/Shamrock_Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/S5SrNTiORKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OnpU_0jICds/s320/Shamrock_Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;12 Months ago, St. Patrick's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Most people do a&amp;nbsp; "Year in Review" at New Year's. Well, if you know me at all, you know I usually don't go with the norm.&amp;nbsp; I prefer to do my review around my birthday.&amp;nbsp; I've got 9 days (give or take) until my 32nd birthday (geez I'm getting old).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This year has been a cluster-cuss of things, good and bleh.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last year, birthday time, I was dating my first politician who will remain nameless for many reasons.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was at his house. I had fallen asleep on the couch. When I awoke, he was gone, but his mother was there. Mind you, I had never met this woman before.&amp;nbsp; She told me I was ruining his life and that I needed to remove his number phone my phone and leave his apartment. Yep, he had his MOM break up with me. Funny thing, we had already pretty much ended things. CRAZY!&amp;nbsp; The best thing that happened from this experience?&amp;nbsp; During our brief relationship, we were looking at his Facebook friends, and I happened to notice one of his friends status.&amp;nbsp; Curtis Haring. I recall it being funny.&amp;nbsp; I started following him on Twitter and found him humorous.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't say I "internet stalked" him, but I did develop a mild crush on him....yeah, that's crazy talk, but...what do you do?! I have to leave the first politico nameless for the obvious reason of the current politico boyfriend. In August, my dear friend, Misty Fowler, made the impossible happen.&amp;nbsp; She arranged a meeting with me and Curtis.&amp;nbsp; We've been together ever since.&amp;nbsp; Curtis is caring, attentive, driven, fun-loving, quick-witted, big-hearted, genuine and full of life. Basically, everything the other guy wasn't. The reason I feel it necessary to drudge up what happened a year ago, is to show how my world has changed for the better, as far as my taste in men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/S5SqSfsUR6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Nfqaq4vTgH8/s1600-h/pancreas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shortly after my emotionally stunted man experience, I noticed a horrible pain radiating in my upper right abdomen. I don't have my gallbladder or appendix anymore, so I was taken back a little.&amp;nbsp; I took ibuprofen and hoped for the best. I became violently ill and couldn't even keep down anti-nausea medication.&amp;nbsp; I ended up in the Emergency Room at St. Mark's thinking I was going to die.&amp;nbsp; When they did my lab work, the doctor came in and told me my liver enzymes were extremely elevated, particularly my alkaline phosphatase.&amp;nbsp; On the high end, the value is usually around 165. Mine was 876.&amp;nbsp; A CT scan was ordered. The results were a little concerning.&amp;nbsp; The was something going on with my pancreas.&amp;nbsp; I have just enough medical knowledge to know I was freaked out. The doctor on call said there was really nothing that could be done in the hospital that I couldn't do at home, but push fluids. He then ordered an MRI and liver biopsy for the next day and discharged me into my dad's (aka Big Wave Dave) care.&amp;nbsp; Long story short, the liver biopsy was inconclusive. The MRI however, showed an obstruction in one of pancreatic ducts which was causing my liver enzymes to be completely outta whack.&amp;nbsp; The next step was surgery to fix it.&amp;nbsp; Like I said, I have enough medical knowledge to know that when you mess with your pancreas, also known as the "God organ," it's a big, freaking deal.&amp;nbsp; I consulted with two different surgeons, and decided to go with Dr. Robert Naylor.&amp;nbsp; I have a special history with this guy.&amp;nbsp; He did all of my mom's cancer surgery.&amp;nbsp; I felt that he was the most capable, and had an intimate history with my family.&amp;nbsp; On June 22, 2009, he and Dr. Jason Wills, a new and promising, GI doc, opened me up and fixed my pancreas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/S5SqSfsUR6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Nfqaq4vTgH8/s1600-h/pancreas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/S5SqSfsUR6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Nfqaq4vTgH8/s320/pancreas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wouldn't say the following few months after that were a cake-walk, but my Alk-phos, ALT, AST and all of my blood values soon returned to normal.&amp;nbsp; The only crappy part?? Pancreatitis!&amp;nbsp; ACK!&amp;nbsp; The surgeons told me the morning of the surgery that "might" be a complication.&amp;nbsp; Sure enough, I spent a total of 45 days in the last 11 months in the hospital with pancreatitis.&amp;nbsp; I'm happy to report though, that as of last week, my amylaze and lipase were in normal range and I'm feeling great! I have to say, having Curtis through the last bout in February was a great support and it sped up the recovery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Through the last 12 months, I have learned who my friends are.&amp;nbsp; I had a dear friend who turned her back on me in my time of need, but at the same time, 8 new friends and 2 "old" friends stepped up to the plate when it counted.&amp;nbsp; Thank you!&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't have stayed true to my recovery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Speaking of recovery, I celebrated my 2nd "birthday" in recovery.&amp;nbsp; I don't know that I've stuck to the tried and true recovery saying of "Keep it Simple," but as a recovering addict, sometimes the chaos doesn't allow us that luxury.&amp;nbsp; It hasn't been easy through the surgeries and pancreatitis.&amp;nbsp; Having someone else take care of my pain meds and tapering me off them to avoid a relapse has truly been a challenge, I'm not going to lie, but it has truly been worth it. I have Big Wave Dave, my dad, my rock, to thank for keeping me in check.&amp;nbsp; I threw fits and cried and bitched and moaned, but he stuck to his guns.&amp;nbsp; I'm very fortunate to have him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes, this last year has been a whirlwind.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to what this next 12 months has to offer.&amp;nbsp; I think it will bring a great many things. Positive things.&amp;nbsp; I'm optimistic.&amp;nbsp; For the first time, I'm truly content.&amp;nbsp; It's taken 32 years to find the love of my life, peace and contentment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;May the road rise up to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;May the wind be always at your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;May the sun shine warm upon your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;May the rains fall soft upon your fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And until we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;May God hold you in the hollow of His hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;-Irish Blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4743972563904608375-3748223221101597468?l=oh2betall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/feeds/3748223221101597468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-year-in-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/3748223221101597468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/3748223221101597468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-year-in-review.html' title='My Year in Review'/><author><name>Oh2BeTall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107617169929282546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SymKPWlchQI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDkkdR8ytDQ/S220/jillprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/S5SrNTiORKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OnpU_0jICds/s72-c/Shamrock_Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743972563904608375.post-4438656795780436143</id><published>2009-12-21T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T05:52:50.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infamous Facebook Notes</title><content type='html'>So, I had a horrid case of insomnia...therefore, I was checking out my more humorous friends on Facebook. I started reading their notes.&amp;nbsp; Some of them surveys, some of them random notes...I have to admit I had a good chuckle.&amp;nbsp; Hope you will too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Please note:&amp;nbsp; My friends share my sarcastic/cynical humor**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input autocomplete="off" id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" type="hidden" value="73fbd165f7b757a3199a4e176a52e10a" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="note_header"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title_share clearfix" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Another disingenuous survey - Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="byline"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Monday, September 28, 2009 at 11:46pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="byline" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So be honest, do you have a girl?&lt;br /&gt;I found one in a box of Cracker Jacks.  I'm collecting all 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did your last text say?&lt;br /&gt;It said, "So be honest, do you have a girl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you wouldn't mind kissing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back to June. Who did you like?&lt;br /&gt;Like OMG111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fall for people easily?&lt;br /&gt;People? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are sitting on the porch and see an ant, do you squash it?&lt;br /&gt;I eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about going to the bathroom.  What's your view on that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person of the same sex who means a lot to you?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who likes the same kind of sex as me means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think anyone has feelings for you?&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night?&lt;br /&gt;I partied all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke crack everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Never on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried so much you threw up?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I threw up so much that I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be mad or sad?&lt;br /&gt;Glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time and change something, would you?&lt;br /&gt;I'd move into a place in St George that wasn't located on top of an ancient spider burial site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever got a D or E on your report card?&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever got? You have, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you happy when you woke up today?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in true love?&lt;br /&gt;I believe in false love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your hair look like right now?&lt;br /&gt;Disheveled, like a chi-mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you asking me if I think I'll be alive in 3 years?  Let's not get too ambitious, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss anyone you have texts from in your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Are we really talking about kissing?  Really?  Talk to me in 6 years when you've gotten your first venereal disease, kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if you could go back one month and change something would you?&lt;br /&gt;I'd go back and kill the 15 year old who gave me a cookies and cream shake at Iceberg instead of cookie dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your third text say?&lt;br /&gt;Call me --Love, Satan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you supposed to be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Killing bugs who are all conveniently the same exact color as my carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is tomorrow gonna be a good day?&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't even have to use my A-K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you secretly like someone?&lt;br /&gt;Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you recall the last time you liked someone a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I just think of the last time I felt massive disappointment and go back a couple months from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is something wrong with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing a little Levitra can't cure...(cough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Classic rock by ugly people, so you know it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm filled with mirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find out your ex is having a kid with someone you don't like, you say?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so two people I don't like are having a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you last in a relationship for over a year?&lt;br /&gt;Only if they promised I could kill them at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the name of your first school you ever went to?&lt;br /&gt;Fair Oaks School For Illegal Immigrants and Children of Parents Too Dumb to Get an Intradistrict Transfer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you single on your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you when I have my last birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is?&lt;br /&gt;Another excruciating day closer to death.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 12:00am last night?&lt;br /&gt;Hiding from spiders on my orange couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you lying to yourself about something?&lt;br /&gt;There's not nearly enough room to list all those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Good thing you haven't asked this question 8 times already, or someone might be getting pissed by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;I always hit my target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;The man in the mirror.  Sniffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has hurt you the most?&lt;br /&gt;Brett Favruh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a tragedy ever happened in your life?&lt;br /&gt;I went to Del Taco and some douche 15 year old put lettuce in my tacos when I asked him to hold the lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;I'm herpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there some songs you can't listen to because they remind you of someone?&lt;br /&gt;Enter Sandman reminds me of that time when my dad put my bed out on the freeway and I woke up just as a big rig was about to hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been told someone loved you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but it was a wrong number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think about the past?&lt;br /&gt;Only to plot revenge against those who have wronged me.  Like the Del Taco guy.  Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know your password besides you?&lt;br /&gt;Just Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was last night terrible?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, try being 6'2" and sleeping on a tiny orange couch made of pleather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to lay in bed with you?&lt;br /&gt;I knew I should've asked her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing when you found out Michael Jackson was dead?&lt;br /&gt;Holding my hands on Michael Jackson's throat and squeezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to talk to someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Only if it's a $150/hr shrink.  That does a lot of good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather sing or dance in front of 100,000 people?&lt;br /&gt;Strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be more likely of you to fail Science or Math?&lt;br /&gt;Neither.  You, on the other hand, are certain to fail English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any friends who you secretly dislike?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, especially the ones reading this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you currently like someone who doesn't know you exist?&lt;br /&gt;I like someone who doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the last place you kissed somewhere romantic?&lt;br /&gt;Bathrooms can be quite romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;You thought I was gonna say Danger, didn't ya.  It's Danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who got an abortion?&lt;br /&gt;Your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if you had a baby with the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;She'd probably be Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;The guy who told me to squeal like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was your last kiss drunk or sober?&lt;br /&gt;My last kiss had way too much to drink, especially for a kiss. Kisses should never drink. Then it got behind the wheel, and well, you know, nothing good ever comes of that. Ho ho ho, sigh.&lt;/span&gt;                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs240.snc1/8727_145219061595_596001595_3188476_5374022_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&amp;nbsp;********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input autocomplete="off" id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" type="hidden" value="73fbd165f7b757a3199a4e176a52e10a" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="note_header"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title_share clearfix" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Online Dating - Scott&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="note_title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="byline"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tuesday, November 24, 2009 at 12:33am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Years of online dating have helped me compose a profile for one of those LDS singles web sites that will most assuredly make the Mormon girls swoon. And here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;--------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an astronaut with 3 PhD's in Rocket Science, Brain Surgery, and Women's Studies. In my spare time, I pay old ladies to let me mow their lawns. I'm fabulously wealthy but somehow have endless amounts of time to spend with that special someone, whoever she might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love children, especially ones who aren't mine and have behavioral problems, preferably on multiple medications. Speaking of being medicated, I love people who put lists of demands and deal breakers on their profiles, worded as belligerently as possible so that their resentment drips off my computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always romantic, never say the wrong thing, never make mistakes, and my goal in life is to develop a personality so vanilla that I can blend seamlessly and uncontroversially into your circle of friends and family. And you are always right, especially during that time of the month, when you're even more right than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel about the Church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know how it is. Haha, just kidding. I know you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received my perfect church attendance award every year except 1998. That was the year a plane crashed into my house, causing me to miss Priesthood meeting one week. I'm still haunted by it (missing Priesthood, not the plane crash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do for fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love lame pop music and lazily written romantic comedies. I'm also quite fond of trips to the mall where my significant other works in conjunction with the in-house gay clothes folder to help me look gayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this site, I like to view all the profiles of girls under 25 so that I can be thought of as "creepy" by as many women as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a wiener dog. That's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;************************************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input autocomplete="off" id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" type="hidden" value="73fbd165f7b757a3199a4e176a52e10a" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="note_header"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title_share clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Another fascinating survey - Kristin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="note_title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="byline"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tuesday, May 12, 2009 at 1:23pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finish the sentence: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is: &lt;br /&gt;Slim Shady &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are: &lt;br /&gt;baby poo colored.  and practically blind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have kids: &lt;br /&gt;when I'm not around screaming ones &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was: &lt;br /&gt;taller &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am: &lt;br /&gt;supposed to be working.  clearly that is not happening &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love: &lt;br /&gt;Food.  Lots of it.  Oh, and Ron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I : &lt;br /&gt;been able to do the splits &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite animal is: &lt;br /&gt;one that resides outdoors or in a tank or cage  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite color(s) are: &lt;br /&gt;black.  like my soul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am listening: &lt;br /&gt;to no one.  really no different than usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna talk shit about me: &lt;br /&gt;make it REALLY juicy, please &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one person who can drive me nuts: &lt;br /&gt;One??  You think there is only ONE?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm nervous: &lt;br /&gt;I pee on the carpet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last song I listened to was: &lt;br /&gt;something by Mozart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to get married today your maid of honor/best man &amp;amp; bridesmaids/groomsmen: &lt;br /&gt;Sigh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is: &lt;br /&gt;SOOOO ready to be colored again!!  5 more days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 4: &lt;br /&gt;I started kindergarten.  Big mistake, mom and dad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom: &lt;br /&gt;Is very compassionate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad: &lt;br /&gt;Is hilarious &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas: &lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be: &lt;br /&gt;working &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look down: &lt;br /&gt;I see a fabulous rack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest recent event was: &lt;br /&gt;uh...my boss leaving for the surgical center this morning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current annoyance is: &lt;br /&gt;my messy desk.  and my messy house &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I want to buy is: &lt;br /&gt;a one-way ticket to somewhere tropical &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you visited the place I grew up: &lt;br /&gt;take a gun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing I've bought myself was: &lt;br /&gt;tampons.  hey, you asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought me was: &lt;br /&gt;lunch today.  mmmm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was an animal I'd be: &lt;br /&gt;less stressed out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I: &lt;br /&gt;worked out for 18 minutes and I am so stiff I can barely move today.  I. Am. Lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was: &lt;br /&gt;eating super unhealthy greasy food, and then paying for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am: &lt;br /&gt;going streaking through my neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am: &lt;br /&gt;going to be a lazy slob as always &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite piece of jewelery is: &lt;br /&gt;my obnoxious pink ring &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to: &lt;br /&gt;bedtime tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that knows the most about me is: &lt;br /&gt;probably Courtney, but she broke up with me in October &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my special someone were to bring me flowers I would want them to be: &lt;br /&gt;colorful and fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="note_header"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;**************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="byline"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input autocomplete="off" id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" type="hidden" value="73fbd165f7b757a3199a4e176a52e10a" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="note_header" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title_share clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My life according to Jimmy Buffett - Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="byline"&gt;November 1, 2009 at 7:29pm |&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Oh2BeTall?v=app_2347471856&amp;amp;ref=profile#" onclick="ask_delete_note(168788436035, 'note_168788436035', 10,604269087,'My life according to Jimmy Buffett','/note.php?note_id=168788436035', 0); return false;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "my life according to (band name)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick Your Artist:&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Buffett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a male or female:&lt;br /&gt;Treat Her Like a Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Jolly Mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel:&lt;br /&gt;Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe where you currently live:&lt;br /&gt;Changes in Latitudes , Changes in Attitudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere, where would you go:&lt;br /&gt;Margaritaville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite form of transportation:&lt;br /&gt;One Particular Harbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend is:&lt;br /&gt;Gypsies in the Palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your best friends are:&lt;br /&gt;Son of a Son of a Sailor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the weather like:&lt;br /&gt;Last Mango in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite time:&lt;br /&gt;It's 5 o'clock Somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:&lt;br /&gt;If The Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life to you:&lt;br /&gt;Burn That Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your last relationship:&lt;br /&gt;The Asshole Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear:&lt;br /&gt;The Pascagoula Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best advice you have to give:&lt;br /&gt;What Living Is To Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Knees of My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I would like to die:&lt;br /&gt;Volcano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul's present condition:&lt;br /&gt;Cheeseburger in Paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My motto:&lt;br /&gt;The Wino and I Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;*************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="note_header"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title_share clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;High School (with the kind of insincere answers you've come to expect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="note_title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="note_title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="byline"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wednesday, February 18, 2009 at 10:16pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="byline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Fill this out about your SENIOR year of high school! The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be! At the end, choose 10 people (or more) to be tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To do this, go to "notes" under the tabs on your profile page, copy and paste my note in the body of the note, delete my answers and type yours, tag 10 people [in the right hand corner of the app]. Then click publish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR SENIOR YEAR DID YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you date someone from your school?&lt;br /&gt;All the girls from the special ed class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you marry someone from your high school?&lt;br /&gt;I got married in middle school to the janitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you car pool to school?&lt;br /&gt;I usually just stole a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What kind of car did you have?&lt;br /&gt;Your grandma's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What kind of car do you have now?&lt;br /&gt;Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It's Saturday night...where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;In jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It is Saturday night...where were you then?&lt;br /&gt;Breaking into friends' houses to steal their Playboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What kind of job did you have in high school?&lt;br /&gt;The kind that makes you hate people for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What kind of job do you do now?&lt;br /&gt;Punjab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Were you a party animal?&lt;br /&gt;I was a party favor...I had to do someone a favor to get invited to a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Were you considered a flirt?&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?&lt;br /&gt;I was lame, but not that lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Were you a nerd?&lt;br /&gt;Take a wild stab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Did you get suspended or expelled?&lt;br /&gt;If only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Can you sing the fight song?&lt;br /&gt;I think it went a little something like this: Go Warriors, rah rah rah, our football team wins once every two years, rah rah rah, our cheerleaders have penicillin IV drips, rah rah rah, and the rest of us are a bunch of queers, gooooooo YV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who was/were your favorite teacher(s)?&lt;br /&gt;The ones who didn't take roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where did you sit during lunch?&lt;br /&gt;The garbage can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was your school's full name?&lt;br /&gt;Ygnacio Valley High School For Spoiled Pricks, Bussed-In Minorities, and Middle Class Zombies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When did you graduate?&lt;br /&gt;Not long enough ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What was your school mascot?&lt;br /&gt;Riverdance the Drunken Indian Stereotype&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you could go back and do it again, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Did you have fun at Prom?&lt;br /&gt;It was swell, Beav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you still talk to the person you went to Prom with?&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I don't even remember her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you planning on going to your next reunion?&lt;br /&gt;If I can acquire enough weaponry by then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you still talk to people from school?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but they don't talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. School Colors?&lt;br /&gt;White and Mexican, with a pinch of Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; ****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Those are just a sampling....&amp;nbsp; I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4743972563904608375-4438656795780436143?l=oh2betall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/feeds/4438656795780436143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/12/infamous-facebook-notes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/4438656795780436143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/4438656795780436143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/12/infamous-facebook-notes.html' title='Infamous Facebook Notes'/><author><name>Oh2BeTall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107617169929282546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SymKPWlchQI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDkkdR8ytDQ/S220/jillprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743972563904608375.post-6233623326601183427</id><published>2009-12-16T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:17:01.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This time of year always tends to be a little difficult for me for many reasons. My mom, JoAnne, died over 10 years ago and the holidays were "her thing."&amp;nbsp; Seriously, when I was growing up, every room in our house was decorated, including the bathroom. We're not talking gaudy, awful decorations, they were actually pretty tasteful (I think Modern Display and Nordstrom lost a lot of commission and stock when JoAnne died).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have lots of memories about Jo (I hardly ever referred to my parents as "mom and dad" but rather "Dave and JoAnne"...go figure).&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I recall the Christmas before she died, she knew she was terminal and told Big Wave Dave that she wanted a lot of trees that year.&amp;nbsp; That was Christmas 1998.&amp;nbsp; I remember walking into the house after work that night, and thinking, "Good Lord it looks like Thomas Kincaid threw up in here!"&amp;nbsp; But that's what Jo wanted, lots of trees, big and small and not so real.&amp;nbsp; Reality was scary that year.&amp;nbsp; I get that now.&amp;nbsp; When it was all said and done, we had 74&amp;nbsp; ( that's right...SEVENTY-FOUR) trees! Big Wave Dave called it the "damn forest."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I guess my reason for telling that story is because I get why she was scared of reality.&amp;nbsp; As I've said in my earlier posts, I had no sense of reality for 12+ years due to a powerful combination of drugs that my doctors told me I NEEDED to survive or that I needed to NOT be sad because my mom had cancer and was dying or had died.&amp;nbsp; I guess what I'm getting at is, this is the first Holiday season where I'm finally dealing with being without a mom.&amp;nbsp; I'm facing it. I'm angry about it, I'm sad...and I realize it's scary, and it's actually okay to feel that way.&amp;nbsp; Reality does suck.&amp;nbsp; Much like my mom, I'm surrounding myself with good things. For me, my boyfriend has kept me sane (well as sane as I can be). My roommate has been amazing...Misty lets me have my breakdowns, and then drags my sorry ass outta bed and keeps me going.&amp;nbsp; See? I'm surrounded by good things. My family is also fantastic. My nephews, Jake and Ben make me so happy.&amp;nbsp; Those boys crack me up.&amp;nbsp; Jake (5 years old) calls me a few times a week, unknown to his parents, just to say "hey".&amp;nbsp; Then, he usually invites me over to, and I quote, "Bake me some cookies, or maybe brownies, because I'm a good kid."&amp;nbsp; They are pure joy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: inherit;"&gt;This is my realization.&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/4743972563904608375-6233623326601183427?l=oh2betall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/feeds/6233623326601183427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/12/reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/6233623326601183427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/6233623326601183427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/12/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Oh2BeTall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107617169929282546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SymKPWlchQI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDkkdR8ytDQ/S220/jillprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743972563904608375.post-1036229878228926765</id><published>2009-12-04T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:23:43.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does Santa say "Ho?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;If this doesn't put you in the Christmas spirit, NOTHING WILL!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/104cdcySpEs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/104cdcySpEs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743972563904608375-1036229878228926765?l=oh2betall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/feeds/1036229878228926765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-does-santa-say-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/1036229878228926765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/1036229878228926765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-does-santa-say-ho.html' title='Why does Santa say &quot;Ho?&quot;'/><author><name>Oh2BeTall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107617169929282546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SymKPWlchQI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDkkdR8ytDQ/S220/jillprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743972563904608375.post-6323648024498527461</id><published>2009-11-12T11:19:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:38:23.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And now the fall...'/><title type='text'>Time Flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So yeah, it's been forever since my last post.  To briefly update on my whole pancreatic/liver surgery: it was a success!! YAY!  There were some complications post-op which landed me in the hospital for 3 weeks...damn pancreatitis, but hey, any time somebody is messing with the "God Organ" in your body, it's bound to have some issues.  My summer was pretty much spent at St. Mark's Hospital and Big Wave Dave's house.  I have to say, my dad was amazing, and all though I hate to admit it, my stepmom Danna, was actually pretty darned nice as well.  The only thing that sucked about living with my dad?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;PETE THE PAPILLON! UGH! I hate that dog! When I say, "hate" I don't mean, he's just an obnoxious, yappy dog that I tolerated...I mean, I HATE that dog.  I seriously contemplated murder.  But...since I don't believe in animal cruelty or needless euthanasia, I put up with him.  The final straw was when he looked at me, and seemed to grin and knowingly peed on my Cole Haan sandals.  Asshole.  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SvxaVIew7LI/AAAAAAAAADI/aVjatxtnd5Q/s1600-h/7526_553204122631_29004485_32469161_1281773_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SvxaVIew7LI/AAAAAAAAADI/aVjatxtnd5Q/s320/7526_553204122631_29004485_32469161_1281773_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/Svxaow16VvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eZ28_oZNEHg/s1600-h/7526_553207840181_29004485_32469238_3668554_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/Svxaow16VvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eZ28_oZNEHg/s320/7526_553207840181_29004485_32469238_3668554_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the end of the summer, I met my boyfriend, Curtis.  Holy crap...where has this boy been?!  NOT emotionally stunted!  Could it be that perhaps, I'm growing out of MY own emotionally stunted phase?  Maybe...but I'm not willing to actually admit that I was or am emotionally stunted as of yet.  Cool thing about this guy?  Despite our differing political views (and yes, they differ)...we get along, and don't feel the need to create chaos to keep things interesting.  Sa-weet!  Another bonus??  Big Wave Dave and Marty both like him...a lot. I also find it amusing that my nephew, Jake (5), has a man-crush on Curtis.  When I show up without Curtis, the first thing Jake does is give me a love and then say "Whewe's Cuhtis?" (he can't pronounce his 'r's), and then when I leave, he says, "Tell Cuhtis hi, and that I miss him." That's saying something.  Now, I'm not trying to create the illusion that there aren't slight tiffs every now and then...but it keeps things on an even keel.  The only thing I fear is the day when Marty (my brother) and Curtis decide to discuss politics...I will have to stop them. It will get ugly.  Curtis is a far left liberal. Marty a far right conservative.  Me?? Center to the right.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;I realize this update is shotty at best...but hey, it's something.  I promise to not go 5 months between updates again! :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743972563904608375-6323648024498527461?l=oh2betall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/feeds/6323648024498527461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/6323648024498527461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/6323648024498527461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies...'/><author><name>Oh2BeTall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107617169929282546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SymKPWlchQI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDkkdR8ytDQ/S220/jillprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SvxaVIew7LI/AAAAAAAAADI/aVjatxtnd5Q/s72-c/7526_553204122631_29004485_32469161_1281773_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743972563904608375.post-126533211523036993</id><published>2009-06-21T11:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:31:13.637-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stripes'/><title type='text'>Stripes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is Father's Day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Tomorrow, I check into the hospital to undergo major surgery on my pancreas and liver.  I have so many mixed emotions today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;First, I'd like to express the love I have in my heart for my dad.  I have called him "Big Wave Dave" for as long as I can remember.  People often ask me why.  There are two theories on this. The first, was when I was little, our first trip to Hawaii, we noticed the famous surf shop called Big Wave Dave's.  I had assumed it was because my dad, back in the day was an excellent surfer...HA! yeah, right...growing up in Utah, he had *SO* many opportunities to surf (hey, I was 7, what did I know?). The second, and more likely, theory behind the nickname, comes from when he was the Vice President of JB's Restaurants. They were famous for the "Big Boy" and the Big Boy had a wave in front of his hair...and my dad was responsible for the campaign of "should he stay, or should he go?" when JB's got rid of Big Boy....and our family got to keep a piece of the Big Boy's hair...which happened to be the Big Wave.  There ya have it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;    I love my dad so much.  He has played so many different roles in my life.  I even remember being a toddler and having nightmares, rather than going to my mom's side of the bed, I'd go to dad's side and wake him up.  I think when my dad and I became really close was when my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was 12 (almost 13).  She was sick for 8 1/2 years before she succumbed to her illness and died.  Dad had to be both a father and a mother to me.  He was also my best friend through a lot of things.  My brother and sister were only a year and half in age, and several years older than me, so they had each other...but I knew I could always rely on Big Wave for everything. Dad and I did a lot of fun stuff together...my favorite memories though, come from our many years of traveling with the University of Utah men's basketball teams.  We did not miss one basketball game (home or away) from 1992-2003!  We also went to our fair share of football games, but basketball was our thing.  I have put my dad through Hell and back.  I have never followed the rules (so to speak), but he has loved me anyway.  I chose to take a different path in life with religion, and Dad respected my decision and guess what??  He still loves me!  I know I have kept him awake at night far more than the other kids ever did...but I say, it's probably what has kept him spry in his old age hehe. ;-)  I do love my dad, and hope I can make him proud some day and repay the debt I surely owe him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Now, on to tomorrow.  I check into the hospital at 6:00am!  That means, I am number 1 on the Operating Room schedule.  St. Mark's Hospital has 6 Operating Rooms (yes, I used to work there), and I know who my anesthesiologist is already...so I feel good about that aspect.  I also feel good about the surgeons and GI doc who are going to be in OR with me.  I'm nervous and anxious about having someone touching my pancreas and liver, because ya just don't get a new one!  The good news is, I'm gonna feel so much better after this whole thing.  I'm not thrilled about having the 14 inch incision going up and down, but hey...if it's gonna decrease pain and nausea, I'm all over it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;In the military, after you've put in your service, or worked hard, you earn a stripe.  After tomorrow, perhaps, I'll have earned a stripe or two of my own in life.  I want to take an opportunity to publicly say thank you to: Dad, Jodi &amp;amp; Don and their girls; Marty &amp;amp; Jenny and their boys; Grandma Kreutzer; my many friends...but I would horribly re missed if I didn't specifically name Kristin, Jake, Jeremy, Dana, and John.  You have all done more for me than you will ever know on my never ending journey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;More than likely, you'll get an update while I'm on Morphine and/or Dilaudid (so I apologize in advance for any slurred typing :)&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/4743972563904608375-126533211523036993?l=oh2betall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/feeds/126533211523036993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/06/stripes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/126533211523036993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/126533211523036993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/06/stripes.html' title='Stripes'/><author><name>Oh2BeTall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107617169929282546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SymKPWlchQI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDkkdR8ytDQ/S220/jillprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743972563904608375.post-397156188388636417</id><published>2009-06-05T14:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:07:37.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few of my fave quotes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"In prosperity your friends know you; In adversity you know your friends." -My mom  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Do not fear what may happen tomorrow. The same loving Father who cares for you today, will care for you tomorrow and every day. Either He will shield you from suffering or He will give you unfailing strength to bear it. Be at peace, then, and put aside all anxious thoughts and imaginings." - St. Francis de Sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing." -George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Baseball teaches us, or has taught us, how to deal with failure. We learn at a very young age that failure is the norm in baseball and, precisely because we have failed, we hold high regard those who fail less often-those who hit safely in one out of three chances and become star players. I also find it fascinating that baseball, alone in sport, considers errors to be part of the game, part of its rigorous truth." – Francis T. Vincent Jr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it." -George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And from the quote master himself...Rick Majerus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"If ifs and buts were candy and nuts, we'd all have merry Christmases" -Rick Majerus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743972563904608375-397156188388636417?l=oh2betall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/feeds/397156188388636417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/06/quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/397156188388636417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/397156188388636417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/06/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Oh2BeTall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107617169929282546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SymKPWlchQI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDkkdR8ytDQ/S220/jillprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743972563904608375.post-6454689106274615093</id><published>2009-06-02T21:17:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:28:44.123-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surveys'/><title type='text'>Surveys ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SiX4c-WTiSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yETJ-acJxOc/s1600-h/oldenough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SiX4c-WTiSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yETJ-acJxOc/s400/oldenough.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342949709601540386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SiX4SuPER9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/9okTIqhpjuU/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SiX4SuPER9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/9okTIqhpjuU/s400/girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342949533477521362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;m'kay...I'm on Facebook (along with just about everyone else I know).  I ALWAYS get requests to do those surveys.  I think people really want you to be serious...I,  of course, am a smartass.  You haven't really had a chance to see that in my previous entries (mainly because I've felt like crap, therefore, my personalty just hasn't been shining through...).  I decided to post a few of those surveys just for shiz and giggles...enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;SURVEY ONE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Finish the sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hi, my name is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; The Real Slim Shady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; My eyes are:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Asay Blue&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I want to have kids:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I wish I was:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; shorter and fatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;rolling eyes=""&gt;&lt;/rolling&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Currently I am:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; supposed to be working. clearly that is not happening&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I love:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; emotionally stunted men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Never in my life have I :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; been able to understand the purpose of flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My favorite animal is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Toonces&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite color(s) are:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Red, and earwax yellow&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am listening:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; the gentle hum of my computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; If you're gonna talk shit about me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; do it behind my back, because I'm already paranoid, so give me something to be paranoid about!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one person who can drive me nuts:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Duh! YOU!&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm nervous:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I chatter incessantly...wait, I do that anyway, but I do it more when I'm nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; The last song I listened to was:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; The Les Miserables soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you were to get married today your maid of honor/best man &amp;amp; bridesmaids/groomsmen:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;frownsmile&gt;&lt;/frownsmile&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; My hair is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; still growing out, so it's kinda in an ugly stage...but I do like the color!&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 4:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I had a fro!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Is rolling over in her grave right now...probably why the tree she is buried by died....&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Is funny, and he's my boss, so he's probably gonna be mad when he see's the time I spent doing this survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Last Christmas:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I saw Valkery (or however it's spelled)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; thinner with the amount of food I consume, and then vomit (and NO, I am NOT bulimic...damnit)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When I look down:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I see tiny little feet...seriously, my feet are friggin small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The happiest recent event was:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I had a happy recent event?&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current annoyance is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; my messy car&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I want to buy is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; a new car&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;f you visited the place I grew up:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You wouldn't have to go far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Most recent thing I've bought myself was:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Diet Coke, or I call it, "Holy Water"&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought me was:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Well, dad recently paid the unpaid insurance portion for my liver biopsy...does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; If I was an animal I'd be:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; A COUGAR! roar!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(yes, my last 3 relationships have been with guys at least 5 years my junior)&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Donned an orange vest and played in traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Last night I was:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; contemplating flaking out on a pseudodate that I have to go on tonight, mainly because Kristin told me that I have to kiss the guy....(inside joke...or is it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tomorrow I am:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Putting on the orange vest again and playing in one of three high traffic areas...I love my "PR" job heheh&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; going on a pseudo-date - much to my chagrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My favorite piece of jewelery is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; mom's diamond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am looking forward to:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; my friggin liver and pancreatic surgery...get that mo-fo over with!&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that knows the most about me is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; According to the Facebook "How well do you know me?" quiz, it was my stepmom, Danna...but for real, I think it's my friend, Dana, or Kristin...they know WAY TOO MUCH about me!&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my special someone were to bring me flowers I would want them to be:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Gerber Daisies...they are happy flowers...not too pretentious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thanks for taking time to read my survey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SURVEY #2&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1. What is your occupation right now? ummm being an awesome daughter so that Bank of Dad keeps funding me! &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 2. What color are your socks right now? no socks&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 3. What are you listening to right now? Regina Spektor&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 4. What was the last thing that you ate? Haven't eaten today...kinda don't have an appetite today&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 5. Can you drive a stick shift? Yes...heheh there is a story behind it though!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 6. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Big Wave Dave&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 7. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yes&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 8. How old are you today? 31...UGH!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 9. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV? Everything but NASCAR&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 10. What is your favorite drink?  Diet Coke or water&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 11. Have you ever dyed your hair? moi?  NEVER! :)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 12. What is your favorite food? Do I look picky?? &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 13. What is the last movie you watched? Role Models&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 14. Favorite day of the year? St. Patrick's Day&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 15. How do you vent anger? By being a huge bitch, followed by an out-pouring of extreme guilt!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 16. What was your favorite toy as a child? He-man&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 17. What is your favorite season? I'm a Winter person&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 18. Cherries or Blueberries? neither&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 19. Do you want your friends to post back? yes&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 20. Who is the most likely to respond? probably nobody&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 21. Who is least likely to respond? everyone&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 22. Living arrangements?All by my lonesome&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 23. When was the last time you cried? Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 24. What is on the floor of your closet? I think a better question is what ISN'T on the floor of my closet&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 25. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending this to? Well, I'm not tagging this, so everyone on my facebook has the ability of seeing it...so I'm thinking as far as friends go, Heidi Lawson is probably the oldest friend on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Survey #3...Finish the Sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;1. I've come to realize that my last kiss...was kinda fun. I seriously need a friend with benefits!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 2. I am listening to...Marty's playlist...it's pretty good, surprisingly.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 3. I talk...probably too much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 4. I love funny...people.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 5. My best friend/s...don't leave me hanging and don't pass judgment &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 6. My first real kiss...was rushed and pretty much sucked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 7. Love is... really cool&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 8. Marriage...no comment&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 9. Somewhere, someone is thinking...Jill rocks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 10. I'll always...give credit where credit is due&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 11. The last time I really cried was...3/3/09&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 12. My cell phone...is pretty sweet&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 13. When I wake up in the morning...I typically really wanna brush my teeth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 14. Before I go to bed... I fall asleep to Sex and the City&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 15. Right now I am thinking... of how to make money without resorting to prostitution.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 16. Babies are...innocent&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 17. I get on Myspace...when Steph posts something on my profile, otherwise I forget I have it&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 18. Today I missed...my period! YIKES! just kidding!!! Wanted to see if you were paying attention!  :D&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 19. Tomorrow...I'm going to the down there doctor&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 20. I really want to be...independently wealthy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 21. My ex...is a not really a total loss&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 22. Maybe I should....sell an organ on the black market.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 23. I love...lots of things&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 24. People would say that...money doesn't buy happiness, but it sure helps!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 25. I don't understand...why people don't return text messages or phone calls...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 26. I lost...my lunch today :(&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 27. Life is full of...twists and turns, but it's a helluva ride!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 28. My past...is colorful&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 29. I get annoyed when...people assume they know me from one action on a bad day...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 30. Parties are... usually a mistake&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 31. I wish...I were more like my mom&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 32. Dogs... are cute.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 33. Cats...are cute and independent&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; 34. Someone that will most likely re-post this is....bored as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;SURVEY #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;20 Albums that influenced my life&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;1- The Beatles - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 2- Morrissey - Bona Drag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 3- NIN - Pretty Hate Machine &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 4- Jimmy Buffett - Changes in Latitude &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 5- Barenaked Ladies - Born on a Pirate Ship&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 6- Phish - Fluffhead&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 7- Depeche Mode - Enjoy the Silence&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 8- The Killers - Hot Fuss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 9- Beastie Boys - License to Ill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 10- Neil Diamond - On the Way to the Sky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 11- Barenaked Ladies - Stunt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 12- The Beatles - White Album&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 13- Jimmy Buffett - Last Mango in Paris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 14- The Beautiful South - Welcome to the Beautiful South&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 15- The Eels - Beautiful Freak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 16- Smashmouth - Astro Lounge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 17- Oingo Boingo - Dark at the End of the Tunnel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 18- The B-52's - Whammy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 19- The B-52's - Cosmic Thing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 20- The Samples - When It's Raining&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &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/4743972563904608375-6454689106274615093?l=oh2betall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/feeds/6454689106274615093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/06/surveys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/6454689106274615093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/6454689106274615093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/06/surveys.html' title='Surveys ;-)'/><author><name>Oh2BeTall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107617169929282546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SymKPWlchQI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDkkdR8ytDQ/S220/jillprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SiX4c-WTiSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yETJ-acJxOc/s72-c/oldenough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743972563904608375.post-217040530886467622</id><published>2009-05-25T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:56:05.696-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'/><title type='text'>Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious...a disease of the Liver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="296" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/ok24NInJ2BED2xkuy9wjUg"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/ok24NInJ2BED2xkuy9wjUg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="296" width="512"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sheesh, I could've saved a lot of time and money just by having watched some SNL reruns &lt;frownsmile&gt;!  I haven't updated my blog for awhile, in part it's because I've been busy, and when I'm not busy, I've been feeling kind of "blicky" (as my dear friend, Dr. Meg and I use the word combined from "blah" and "icky").  In part, though, I just haven't wanted to broadcast my official diagnosis onto the internet.  Soooo, the good news is that the doctors have located the problems (there are 2), and I am happy to report that after the "yucky" part of my liver is removed, the healthy liver will regenerate and grow a newer, healthier version of itself.  Also, there was something up with my pancreas that is going to have to be fixed, and once all that is done, I should be as good as new...no more nausea, pain, elevated liver function tests, etc...  My doc is well aware of my opiate dependency and we are going into this with eyes wide open.  A plan to be on meds for the duration of my hospital stay and a taper plan upon discharge.  I feel pretty good about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my dear old dad...aka Big Wave Dave as I lovingly refer to him, approached me about coming to work for him in his Public Relations company.  After a lot of thought, I accepted the offer.  It will be an awesome opportunity to get away from myself and focus on the involvement around my community.  My official title is "Project Coordinator"  I really wanted to be the "Chief Operating Officer", but he said, "No..." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have TONS more that I want to blog about, but Oy Vey, I'm a tired girl tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/frownsmile&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743972563904608375-217040530886467622?l=oh2betall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/feeds/217040530886467622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/05/supercalifragilisticexpialidociousa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/217040530886467622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/217040530886467622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/05/supercalifragilisticexpialidociousa.html' title='Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious...a disease of the Liver!'/><author><name>Oh2BeTall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107617169929282546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SymKPWlchQI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDkkdR8ytDQ/S220/jillprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743972563904608375.post-3349968135329403563</id><published>2009-04-20T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:12:28.095-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerves'/><title type='text'>The NERVE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have NEVER been in the military and will never be in the military, but I have a feeling that after this week is over, I should definitely qualify for a stripe or two!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already off to a beautiful start &lt;rolling&gt;!  I was supposed to have a "simple" root canal...HA!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HOURS  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;later I left the dentist office, with yes, a prescription for 12 Percocet!!! The NERVE of the dentist!  Giving a drug addict an opiate!! Of course, when it's for a legitimate use, it's not considered relapse, but I've heard the saying, "One is too many and 10 (or 12, in this case) is not enough!"  So, after my surge of guilt, I shredded the prescription, and walked back into the office and demanded a script for 800mg of Motrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving my dentist, with a droopy mouth, I headed to my Bostonian Psychologist's office.  He is awesome!  For confidentiality purposes, I'll just call him "Mike."  I scheduled this appointment specifically for today because of the time of year.  Tomorrow (April 21st) will mark the 1oth anniversary of my mom's death from recurrent breast cancer.   Last year, I was still detoxing, so I felt kinda crappy...this year, is the first time I'm going to actually "feel" my emotions.  I actually feel good about not feeling good...yet, I'm still pissed!  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder how Mom feels about what I've done (or haven't done) with my life thus far.  Is she proud, angry, sad??  One thing I do know is that before Mom died, she had a few favorite sayings, and 2 requests one which is too private to repeat on this blog, but the other request was, "Remember me with happiness and laughter, for if you can only remember me with tears and sorrow....I'd rather you not remember me at all!"  That is going to be my quest tomorrow when I go and put the pink tulips on her grave!  Wish me luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the week, I will update later as to what happens with my liver biopsy. I'm having it on Wednesday.  It could reveal nothing, and maybe my enzymes are elevated from medication...or it could be something like autoimmune hepatitis.  I'm scared, but I won't live my life in fear anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to express my love for my friends that have stuck by me through some of these difficult times.  Another of my mom's wise quotes, "In prosperity, your friends know you; In adversity, you know your friends!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/rolling&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/4743972563904608375-3349968135329403563?l=oh2betall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/feeds/3349968135329403563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/04/nerve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/3349968135329403563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/3349968135329403563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/04/nerve.html' title='The NERVE....'/><author><name>Oh2BeTall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107617169929282546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SymKPWlchQI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDkkdR8ytDQ/S220/jillprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4743972563904608375.post-8684088053006109730</id><published>2009-04-16T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:29:35.575-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Errors'/><title type='text'>The Spirituality of Imperfection...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Baseball teaches us, or has taught us, how to deal with failure. We learn at a very young age that failure is the norm in baseball and, precisely because we have failed, we hold in high regard those who fail less often - those who hit safely in one out of three chances and become star players.  I also find it fascinating that baseball, alone in sport, considers errors to be part of the game, part of its rigorous truth!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Francis T. Vincent Jr.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Commissioner of Baseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began this blog with a quote from a fantastic book called "The Spirituality of Imperfection."  It is a book widely known to alcoholics and addicts exploring a world of recovery.  For some, the road has been long and bumpy, for others, short with a few rough patches...or all, unmanageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself somewhere in the middle.  On March 3, 2008, I started down a path that would forever change my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;TREATMENT for a disease that controlled my life for what seemed an eternity.  I remember checking into UNI (University Neuropsychiatric Institute) and thinking, "Oh crap! I'm mixed in with the psychos...and I'm not psycho...ummm what the hell??? THEY ARE GOING THROUGH MY PURSE!!!! OH MY HELL...THEY ARE TAKING AWAY MY PHONE...."  Looking back, it's almost comical, but at the time, it was traumatizing.  I felt like I had been cruising through life in a Rolls Royce and had now been put in a Ford Pinto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now, a year later, I am one of the most grateful people alive.  Let me say that last part again...ALIVE!  When I met with my doctor the day before I was discharged from UNI, he told me two things that stick out in my mind.  The first:  He said, "Jill, out of 100 patients, do you know where you stand on the amount of prescription narcotics you were taking?"  I said, "I dunno, maybe 65ish"  He looked me right in the eye and said, "Thank you to your pain clinic, "You are number 96! You should be in a coffin!"  My jaw dropped, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;I got a feeling of anger and resentment that I never want to feel again.&lt;br /&gt;   I entered my  Intensive Outpatient Program (IOP) on March 18, 2008, where I met Tammie Dusoe, a brash, but beautiful woman who taught me the meaning of sober that rings true...S.O.B.E.R. = SON OF A BITCH EVERYTHING'S REAL! Sometimes it's scary to be real, an yes, even the happy emotions freak me out sometimes. Please be patient with me! You see,  I was void of emotion for most of my 20's, and painted a picture of whatever my friends wanted me to be...if they wanted to see a "funny Jill" that's what they got, if they wanted a "mellow Jill" bring it on, you get the idea. My family had to suffer with the empty eyes.  I am so GRATEFUL to be REAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned so much from my errors.  My judgment had been clouded for so many years.  I often say to myself, "if I had to give back everything I've learned, I'd do it again!"  Errors are part of the game of life.  I don't like that they happen, but they do...none of them are consistent, but they are part of what keeps us honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'm feeling a bit melancholy tonight (which is why I decided to start this blog).  I found out yesterday that I need to have a liver biopsy.  My liver enzymes are extremely high.  I'm scared.  I will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4743972563904608375-8684088053006109730?l=oh2betall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/feeds/8684088053006109730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/8684088053006109730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4743972563904608375/posts/default/8684088053006109730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh2betall.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='The Spirituality of Imperfection...'/><author><name>Oh2BeTall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107617169929282546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9pf6wX7kvs/SymKPWlchQI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDkkdR8ytDQ/S220/jillprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
