<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779</id><updated>2009-11-09T13:15:31.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Musings...</title><subtitle type='html'>Short random thoughts by me!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111832516875108180</id><published>2005-06-09T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T08:52:48.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know...</title><content type='html'>I don't care if you read it or not... If I want to go off about you or whomever, I'm just going to. So there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111832516875108180?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111832516875108180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111832516875108180' title='98 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111832516875108180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111832516875108180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-know.html' title='You know...'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>98</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111832286631418097</id><published>2005-06-09T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T08:14:26.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You read my blog????</title><content type='html'>Yeah YOU?? YOU?? How in the hell did you find it? And more than that... why are you even still talking to me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111832286631418097?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111832286631418097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111832286631418097' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111832286631418097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111832286631418097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-read-my-blog.html' title='You read my blog????'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111824487474699127</id><published>2005-06-08T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T10:35:50.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love it! Just don't get caught ...</title><content type='html'>DALLAS -- A new line of greeting cards could help fan the flames of infidelity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indystar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20050608/LIVING/506080369"&gt;The Secret Lover Collection&lt;/a&gt;, created by Cathy Gallagher of Bethesda, Md., is made for those involved in an illicit affair, a niche she considers long ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The collection, which will be available this month, speaks to the uniqueness of such relationships, giving lovers the opportunity to recognize holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, apologies, hookups and breakups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One holiday card reads, "As we each celebrate with our families, I will be thinking of you." Another card laments: "I used to look forward to the weekends, but since we met, they seem like an eternity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These are for people who are in love affairs," said Gallagher, who finds inspiration in movies, songs and people she knows. "These are not sex cards. Those have been done."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111824487474699127?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111824487474699127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111824487474699127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111824487474699127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111824487474699127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/06/love-it-just-dont-get-caught.html' title='Love it! Just don&apos;t get caught ...'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111816658076179729</id><published>2005-06-07T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T12:49:40.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships...</title><content type='html'>The thing that sucks about being in a serious relationship is that when something bad happens to the person you love, it also happens to you. I think its possible that you feel every bit as bad as the individual the "shit" happens to. On the other hand, I suppose its nice to love someone so much as that you are able to experience those feelings. I guess it just sort of shows how much you do love them. Man I feel like shit right now!!! I just wanna cry for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111816658076179729?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111816658076179729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111816658076179729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111816658076179729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111816658076179729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/06/relationships.html' title='Relationships...'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111816581692384734</id><published>2005-06-07T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T12:36:56.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling bad...</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure I've ever felt so bad for someone as I feel for my boyfriend right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is probably the only person I know - at least in my age group - who is truly good at what he does. In fact, he's downright awesome at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he has a new boss in a position in which he would have been qualified for if he had applied for the job - which he did not - because its not the career path he wants. This woman is a royal bitch. She is out to sabatoge everyone so she can have people from her old "location" come work where she is now. She is just downright awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had not really done anything in regards to my boyfriend until today. So far she has managed to run off several long-time employees and get others fired. So today she started on him. Its so not cool and its utter bullshit. I mean, like I said, he's awesome at what he does. And the people higher up know he is cause they send him around for training at other places. On top of this, he has been offered jobs all over the country from within his company because he does such a great job when he does this onsite training. He has not taken any yet because his mom had cancer and he did not want to be away should something happen to her. She's doing better now though so leaving wouldn't be out of the question now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the meantime he is going to see what he can work out by working with the higher ups to see if they can get their differences ironed out and if they can't, I guess he is going to start looking for another job. He's just sick about this and so am I. I just feel so truly horrible about this cause he is the last person in the world who deserves this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111816581692384734?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111816581692384734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111816581692384734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111816581692384734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111816581692384734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/06/feeling-bad.html' title='Feeling bad...'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111815933201852510</id><published>2005-06-07T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T10:48:52.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Know what??</title><content type='html'>You and that fucking moo cow deserve eachother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111815933201852510?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111815933201852510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111815933201852510' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111815933201852510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111815933201852510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/06/know-what.html' title='Know what??'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111808007205502333</id><published>2005-06-06T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T12:47:52.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome!!!</title><content type='html'>and very VERY true!! &lt;a href="http://www.minjungkim.com/?p=2675"&gt;This is the story of my bloglife&lt;/a&gt; I would say. I am very very very sanitized here compared to how I used to be. Sometimes I miss my old blog ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111808007205502333?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111808007205502333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111808007205502333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111808007205502333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111808007205502333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/06/awesome.html' title='Awesome!!!'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111807958714383124</id><published>2005-06-06T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T12:39:47.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE this song!</title><content type='html'>Gretchen Wilson - Homewrecker Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you're a real hot cookie with a new hairdo&lt;br /&gt;Your high heel boots and your credit card&lt;br /&gt;Long legs and a mini skirt&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you know what works and you work it hard&lt;br /&gt;You smile like such a lady innocent and sweet&lt;br /&gt;You drive the men folk crazy,&lt;br /&gt;But any girl can see&lt;br /&gt;You're just a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;Homewrecker&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're doin'&lt;br /&gt;You think you're gonna ruin what I got, But you're not&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you little go getter&lt;br /&gt;I'll teach you a lesson&lt;br /&gt;If you get to messin' with my man&lt;br /&gt;You don't stand a chance&lt;br /&gt;No, you're just a homewrecker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you waited for a long, long time&lt;br /&gt;To find a man like mine&lt;br /&gt;But honey you're too late&lt;br /&gt;So before you go and make your move&lt;br /&gt;Maybe me and you should get a few things straight&lt;br /&gt;There's two ways we can do this&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you decide&lt;br /&gt;You can take it somewhere else or we can take it outside you&lt;br /&gt;little&lt;br /&gt;[REPEAT CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now honey I'm a Christian, But if you keep it up&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go to kickin' your pretty little butt&lt;br /&gt;Is that clear ebough yeah, you little&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111807958714383124?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111807958714383124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111807958714383124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111807958714383124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111807958714383124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/06/love-this-song.html' title='LOVE this song!'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111783062801637163</id><published>2005-06-03T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T15:30:28.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>This is why I am not a conservative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humaneventsonline.com/article.php?id=7591"&gt;Stuff like this&lt;/a&gt; makes me want to slit my wrists. Get a fucking life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate academics, I work with academics on a daily basis - some of the biggest, no common sensed idiots I have ever had the pleasure of "meeting" and add on the right-wing agenda and you've got all kinds of fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111783062801637163?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111783062801637163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111783062801637163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111783062801637163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111783062801637163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/06/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me?'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111783023507748088</id><published>2005-06-03T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T15:23:55.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So many many many things to muse about today...</title><content type='html'>... but I'll only mention one ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 6-month anniversary, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111783023507748088?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111783023507748088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111783023507748088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111783023507748088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111783023507748088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-many-many-many-things-to-muse-about.html' title='So many many many things to muse about today...'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111774042432557921</id><published>2005-06-02T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:27:04.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You...</title><content type='html'>I still miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111774042432557921?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111774042432557921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111774042432557921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111774042432557921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111774042432557921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/06/you.html' title='You...'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111763771825088475</id><published>2005-06-01T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T09:55:18.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you...</title><content type='html'>It's true... : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111763771825088475?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111763771825088475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111763771825088475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111763771825088475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111763771825088475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you...'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111755377233023137</id><published>2005-05-31T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T10:36:12.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indy 500</title><content type='html'>Danica - &lt;a href="http://www.indystar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20050530/SPORTS010105/505300383"&gt;you rock&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111755377233023137?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111755377233023137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111755377233023137' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111755377233023137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111755377233023137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/05/indy-500.html' title='Indy 500'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111721933900204661</id><published>2005-05-27T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T13:42:19.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No... more like "ESP"</title><content type='html'>I was just in such a funk yesterday (see yesterday's posting), just feeling all discontent and just blah... Well, I think what was actually going on was that I felt like something was wrong but didn't know what it was. Well... on my way home I figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work a bit early cause I wanted to go workout and if you get to the place later than say 5:30 you  can just forget about getting a machine for a while! So I left around 4, went to  the el stop and ended up having to wait like 25 minutes for my train to come! So finally got on the train and it was having all kinds of mechanical problems. Kept stopping and standing, the conductor had to get off several times and check things out. Took me forever to get home. I bet I could have gotten to my boyfriend's place in the burbs quicker than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, one stop before my stop it just sort of hit me ... "Oh my god, I forgot my keys, I am locked out of my apartment!" I don't know why it struck me so I started madly going thru my bag and no keys. So I'm like freaking out. My boyfriend has my spare key and, of course, he's out of town on business this week!!! So then I thought, wait a minute, I do have a key with me cause I always keep one sort of hidden in the side of my purse so I have one with me just in case. Well, that didn't pan out either cause I had switched purses this past weekend for something more casual and summery and, of course, didn't put my key in it! Auugghh!! So like I said, freaking out. So I thought well, I'm going to just call my sister and see if I can come over and crash at her place cause I'm not going to call the landlord and pay the $125 lockout fee! ($125 when every other place I have ever lived is $30 at most!!) So this would have been easy enough except 1) for like the first time in months I forgot to take my cell phone to work; yep, I think it was just one of those days! and 2) I knew my sister was out with friends after work and no idea of where they were or when they would be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curse of the modern age is that everything is so convenient right down to saving people's phone numbers on your cell and not having to remember them anymore! Well, this is me. I think the only numbers I know by heart anymore are my parents, my grandparents, and a few friends' parents back home when I used to call my friends years and years ago. Kind of stupid, right? So... I had to call information to get my sister's number. Problem was, pay phones are few and far between these days. The first two I found didn't work and the third one didn't work to call information so I had to call the operator and charge my calls to information on a credit card!! Anyway, I thought maybe my sister's roommate would be there but no such luck so I left them a message saying I wasn't sure what I was going to do or where I was going to go but I would call them later. Then I tried calling my mom (although I didn't really want to) to get my sister's cell phone number. Mom didn't answer and I didn't leave her a message. Then I had to call information of where my boyfriend was working cause I really just wanted to cry to him. Got thru to the hotel but he wasn't in his room so I left this long weepy message for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am just roaming around Chicago trying to decide what to do. I was getting kind of hungry so went to Burger King and had some dinner and just sort of hung for a while. I wanted to waste some more time to allow everyone to get home so I took a walk to Walgreen's to pick up some contact solution. I figured no matter where I ended up staying that was really the only thing I was lacking that I needed cause I actually had clean clothes with me because of my plan to go workout. So after that walked back to the payphone. Tried to call my boyfriend again and still no answer. By this time I had calmed down a lot because I had decided if I couldn't locate my sis worst case was I could probably take the train out to my boyfriend's place and as long as his roommate was there I could walk over there and just stay in my boyfriend's room that night. It would have been kind of weird but I was running out of options. So when it was a no-go with talking to him I decided to walk home and just sit outside on my deck and try and waste more time. I got there, grabbed my mail when I heard someone behind me call my name. It was my sister and she had driven over cause she had gotten my message - thank god!! She had decided not to stay out  as long with her friends as she had planned so good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just went back to her place, watched TV, crashed on her couch, quick shower this morning, clean shirt and to work a little bit early. So now my plans are to take off work a little early today, around 3ish, catch the train to my boyfriend's work, hang there for a while cause he has some stuff to do and then we will drive to my place so he can let me in and I can pack up all of the stuff I need for our weekend away. Then we'll just go down to his place for the night. Then maybe I can finally relax!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a sweetheart for going out of his way for me. He was really worried about me when I finally was able to reach him. He said that he was just going to come home last night when he technically wasn't done. Would have been nice of him to do but I'm glad he didn't have to end up doing that. Would have hated to get him in trouble but I know he would have thought it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure from now on I'm going to be super paranoid about keys and phone but at least I won't get in this jam again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111721933900204661?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111721933900204661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111721933900204661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111721933900204661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111721933900204661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-more-like-esp.html' title='No... more like &quot;ESP&quot;'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111712982040944501</id><published>2005-05-26T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T12:50:20.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>Man it is just one of those days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111712982040944501?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111712982040944501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111712982040944501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111712982040944501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111712982040944501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/05/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111704178669161393</id><published>2005-05-25T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T14:12:27.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest</title><content type='html'>So last night I met up with my sister for an early birthday dinner with her. Her birthday is May 31 but I will be out of town (visiting our parents and going to the Indy 500) and then she has to go to San Francisco for business. So we did it a little early this year. Anyway, gave her her gift which was the DVD's of Season 6 "Sex In The City" and this perfume she wanted. She liked both things. Then we headed out for dinner at Joey's Brickhouse - great food!! They are also known for their flavored Long Island ice teas which were just awesome. 24 ounces so I could only drink one ; ) Then we went to this place called Anthony's for Italian ice which was also good. After that went back to her place for a while and then I called it a night. Went home and watched "Rob and Amber Get Married" and I am embarrassed to say that I teared up a couple of times - LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111704178669161393?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111704178669161393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111704178669161393' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111704178669161393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111704178669161393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/05/latest.html' title='The latest'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111695450042837695</id><published>2005-05-24T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:08:20.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since U Been Gone...</title><content type='html'>Today is a very important day in the "History of Me". Today is the one-year anniversary of me calling up my mom and telling her it was over with me and my ex. Long long story that I don't want to get into but... I suffered thru the next month with him trying to get back together for whatever reason and eventually realizing it was pointless. I'll post on that in the future but still, today is an important day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, by the way, I love that Kelly Clarkson song and I posted the title there as my subject line but you know, it does remind me of someone in my past but not particularly this ex. Hmmm... wonder who?! ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111695450042837695?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111695450042837695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111695450042837695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111695450042837695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111695450042837695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/05/since-u-been-gone.html' title='Since U Been Gone...'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111695237175670528</id><published>2005-05-24T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:36:00.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool!</title><content type='html'>I wrote the author of &lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/ArticleNews/TPStory/LAC/20050524/MAKI24/TPSports/Baseball"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; I found on the net and he actually wrote back!! : ) (Yikes! It's even a Canadian website!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Mxxxxxx.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the email and the kind words.&lt;br /&gt;Like you, I would love to see the White Sox make it to the World Series.&lt;br /&gt;Al Maki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Mxxxxxx [mailto:mxxxxxxx@xxxx.com]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tue 5/24/2005 10:40 AM&lt;br /&gt;To: Maki, Allan&lt;br /&gt;Subject: White Sox could use a good curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE your column today! One of the most entertaining I have read in awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go SOX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111695237175670528?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111695237175670528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111695237175670528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111695237175670528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111695237175670528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/05/cool.html' title='Cool!'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111687885871519671</id><published>2005-05-23T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:07:38.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/images/00023183.jpg"&gt;Expressionless Girl&lt;/a&gt; is REAL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111687885871519671?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111687885871519671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111687885871519671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111687885871519671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111687885871519671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/05/proof.html' title='Proof'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111687144403023966</id><published>2005-05-23T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:04:04.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, you're it!!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kelwhy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelwhy&lt;/a&gt; got me and so I'm tagging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erik707.typepad.com/"&gt;Erik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swollhead.blogspot.com/"&gt;Swoll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blueskiesfalling.blogspot.com/"&gt;Connor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oklahomapartizan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Flores&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://monticello.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monticello1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rockwithpiano51times.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ryo Fujiwara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Tagbacks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111687144403023966?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111687144403023966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111687144403023966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111687144403023966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111687144403023966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/05/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag, you&apos;re it!!'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111685572458258902</id><published>2005-05-23T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T08:42:04.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To the mocking Cubs fans at yesterday's Cubs-Sox game...</title><content type='html'>Especially the two fools in our section at the end of the aisle... Yeah, it was super funny of you to mock our Paul-ee Paul-ee cheer when you guys did something well or we got an out. Ha ha! How very clever of you. Just remember one thing, we will still be doing that cheer come October while ya'll are home watching Survivor 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a bunch! Enjoy the season and your sink into the abyss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111685572458258902?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111685572458258902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111685572458258902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111685572458258902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111685572458258902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-mocking-cubs-fans-at-yesterdays.html' title='To the mocking Cubs fans at yesterday&apos;s Cubs-Sox game...'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111661473564148339</id><published>2005-05-20T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:45:35.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Darth Vader ain't so scary anymore ...</title><content type='html'>... now that I know he did the whole thing for a chick!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111661473564148339?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111661473564148339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111661473564148339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111661473564148339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111661473564148339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/05/darth-vader-aint-so-scary-anymore.html' title='Darth Vader ain&apos;t so scary anymore ...'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111652528879362584</id><published>2005-05-19T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T12:54:48.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shah... my dad told me this years ago... this is not news!!</title><content type='html'>Good guys wear .... &lt;a href="http://www.newsday.com/news/health/ny-hsred0519,0,6279773.story?coll=ny-health-big-pix"&gt;Red&lt;/a&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad would say, case and point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indiana Hoosiers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hometown &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carlisle Indians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, back in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AJ Foyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; used to always drive a red car (coyote orange!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, despite what he might say, my dad was a bit of a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;St. Louis Cardinals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fan back in the 80s so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111652528879362584?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111652528879362584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111652528879362584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111652528879362584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111652528879362584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/05/shah-my-dad-told-me-this-years-ago.html' title='Shah... my dad told me this years ago... this is not news!!'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111643779263954977</id><published>2005-05-18T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T12:36:32.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well .... it could be worse ....</title><content type='html'>This copied today to me from one of my friends to her ex-boyfriend (and yikes! she copied his mom on it too):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have tried to be your friend, and that was my mistake.  I wish you and your family nothing but happiness.  Good luck with your job search and trying to make something of your life.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to no longer hear from you, either via telephone, e-mail, or even in person.  I have notified building security and my employer of everything that has transpired, since the night you tried to pound in my door.  Security has a picture of you, as well as your home address, phone numbers &amp; e-mail address.  If you continue to call me, I will go to the police here in Chicago, as well as in Brookfield, and even in Burr Ridge, to file a report for phone harassment.  If you show up here, you'll be arrested for trespassing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111643779263954977?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111643779263954977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111643779263954977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111643779263954977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111643779263954977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/05/well-it-could-be-worse.html' title='Well .... it could be worse ....'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12773779.post-111635546261493179</id><published>2005-05-17T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:44:22.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very cool...</title><content type='html'>You can now get &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2005-05-16-amber-cells_x.htm"&gt;Amber Alerts on your cell phone&lt;/a&gt;. I went ahead and signed up for this. Cool service which might allow us to help someone out. Can't hurt especially if you have a package on your cell phone for unlimited text messages!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12773779-111635546261493179?l=therandommuse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/feeds/111635546261493179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12773779&amp;postID=111635546261493179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111635546261493179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12773779/posts/default/111635546261493179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therandommuse.blogspot.com/2005/05/very-cool.html' title='Very cool...'/><author><name>Random Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429931027149763653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09043017701111049821'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>