<?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-23678239</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:35:09.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LawNut</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts, senseless nonesense from a stressed out law student trying to make it to graduation.  Got somethin' to say??  Email me at lawnut1@gmail.com!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-7826439968155795184</id><published>2007-09-03T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:08:36.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This isn't just a spoke in my menstrual cycle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I'm quite distressed lately.  BFF and I have been having some problems.  Nothing outwardly stated, but...I feel like something is off, and I'm rather concerned.  Granted, she's had a difficult few months, and Lord knows I've had a difficult 2007 overall, but does that mean that a friendship will suffer when both people are having a rough patch?  I know that I should address the problem with her, but it's just a conversation that I am dreading having.  I suppose that some of the reason for that is because I know what she will say, and perhaps I just don't want to hear it?  I know that she thinks I have not been there for her as much as she wanted me to; but I feel that I have been there for her as much as I could have been.  Who is to blame, then?  Is anyone??  And how to repair the relationship?  There are questions that have been plaguing me the past few weeks, and I'm just not sure how mend things.  Any suggestions??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-7826439968155795184?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/7826439968155795184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=7826439968155795184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7826439968155795184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7826439968155795184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-isnt-just-spoke-in-my-menstrual.html' title='This isn&apos;t just a spoke in my menstrual cycle.'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-8293472852542408100</id><published>2007-08-23T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T14:34:21.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been HOW long??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Wow I can't believe it's been over three months since I posted anything here!!  I'm not quite sure I even have any readers anymore!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Well, what can I say - I worked all summer long, was slightly stressed out, definitely busy, and now am back at school for my last year of law school - woo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;If there's anyone out there still reading...I hope to update more for my last and final year as the lawnut so stay tuned!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-8293472852542408100?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/8293472852542408100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=8293472852542408100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/8293472852542408100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/8293472852542408100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-how-long.html' title='It&apos;s been HOW long??'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-2024933959889622210</id><published>2007-05-06T01:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T02:08:49.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've learned to appreciate the finer things in life. I even travel with my own wine. You never know the quality you may encounter at a soiree.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;My newest obsession?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.verabradley.com/Site/Home.aspx?"&gt;Vera Bradley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; stuff.  I never heard of this lady's stuff until just a little ago.  Now, I'm seeing these cute little bags everywhere I go.  Apparently they're all the rage!  They are SO fun, and SO cheap!  I went to a trunk sale today of these bags, and came home fully stocked up.   And let me tell you, it was each girl for herself at this trunk show.  There were bags flying, women grabbing up and rushing off, it was a complete madhouse!  I was more than fortunate to make it out of there with bags and my limbs intact.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Here's the one I got for myself today - and I got the matching wallet - SO cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Rj1uQahBydI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LnTo3I-0P60/s1600-h/peacock+molly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Rj1uQahBydI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LnTo3I-0P60/s320/peacock+molly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061322784509118930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Clearly, when I'm stressing over finals, I shop.  I can't help it!   Thankfully, it's almost over - and then???   VACA!!!!!!  woo hoo!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I got tagged over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://faithsambition.wordpress.com/2007/04/25/tagged/"&gt;Faith's Ambition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;, so here goes - although I won't answer ALL the questions to preserve the Lawnut's ever-fading anonymity.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ME FROM A TO Z:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A- Available or Single?&lt;/strong&gt; What the hell kind of question is this??  These are synonymous!  Ok then, neither.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B- Best Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Obvi, BFF.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C- Cake or Pie&lt;/strong&gt;: Cake.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D- Drink of Choice&lt;/strong&gt;: Diet Dr. Pepper  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E- Essential Items&lt;/strong&gt;: Makeup, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F- Favorite Color&lt;/strong&gt;: Pink&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G- Gummi Bears or Worms?&lt;/strong&gt; Gummi Bears - preferably the white-chocolate covered ones, that I can only find at &lt;a href="http://www.dylanscandybar.com/"&gt;Dylan's Candy Bar&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H- Hometown:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, you don't need to know that, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I- Indulgence&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.coldstonecreamery.com/"&gt;Coldstone Creamery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J- January or February&lt;/strong&gt;: February&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K- Kids:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L- Life is incomplete without&lt;/strong&gt;: dogs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M- Marriage Date:&lt;/strong&gt; anniversary is coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N- Number of Siblings&lt;/strong&gt;: 1 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O- Oranges or Apples?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Oranges, but only in juice form.  And with no pulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P- Phobias/Fears.&lt;/strong&gt; Bugs, failing exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q- Favorite Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "It puts the lotion in the basket or it gets the hose again." - Silence of the Lambs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R- Reasons to smile:&lt;/strong&gt; terrific weather, awesome friends - College Roomie, that means you!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S- Season:&lt;/strong&gt; Summer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T- Tag Three: noooo, only do it if you want - and then let me know so I can read the responses!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://yeahsoim.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U- Unknown Fact About Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm a lefty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V – Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animals?&lt;/strong&gt; Vegetarian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W- Worst Habits:&lt;/strong&gt; Biting the inside of my lip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X – X-rays or Ultrasounds?&lt;/strong&gt; Neither, hopefully - sheesh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y- Your Favorite Foods:&lt;/strong&gt; ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z- Zodiac:&lt;/strong&gt; Libra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-2024933959889622210?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/2024933959889622210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=2024933959889622210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/2024933959889622210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/2024933959889622210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-learned-to-appreciate-finer-things.html' title='I&apos;ve learned to appreciate the finer things in life. I even travel with my own wine. You never know the quality you may encounter at a soiree.'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Rj1uQahBydI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LnTo3I-0P60/s72-c/peacock+molly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-5873568873533612595</id><published>2007-04-22T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T11:57:43.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You said you'd be right back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RiuFqbvPfkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xl3bM0_GWso/s1600-h/flip+flops.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RiuFqbvPfkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xl3bM0_GWso/s320/flip+flops.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056281970700418626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I suck.  I haven't posted in nearly three weeks.  Have all three of my readers completely abandoned me?  I hope not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Anyway, there hasn't been much calm before this semester's shitstorm, unfortch.  I've already hit up the library on a full-time basis (hence the lack of posting).  I figure with all the crap that has gone down this semester, I need all the study time I can get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My happy thought yesterday, though?  Was that I got to wear flip flops for the first time since last summer.  It was wonderful!  I think I'll do it again today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;On Friday night, BFF and I were looking through old pictures from when we were in undergrad.  I couldn't even believe that it was me in those pictures.  I had to be easily 10 pounds lighter seven or eight years ago.  I don't look at myself NOW and think that I've really let myself go, but have I??  Or it is just easier to be 10 lbs lighter at age 19 or 20 than it is at 28??  Regardless the reason, I'm kind of scared of what I'm going to be looking like by the time I'm 40. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm hitting up the treadmill now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-5873568873533612595?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/5873568873533612595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=5873568873533612595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/5873568873533612595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/5873568873533612595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-said-youd-be-right-back.html' title='You said you&apos;d be right back.'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RiuFqbvPfkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xl3bM0_GWso/s72-c/flip+flops.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-7967952145271686970</id><published>2007-04-02T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:26:50.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I'm Not a Geek After All...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Geek Profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgeekyareyouquiz/geek.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic Geekiness: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Geekiness in Love: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Internet Geekiness: Low&lt;br /&gt;Movie Geekiness: Low&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Geekiness: None&lt;br /&gt;Gamer Geekiness: None&lt;br /&gt;General Geekiness: None&lt;br /&gt;Music Geekiness: None&lt;br /&gt;SciFi Geekiness: None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgeekyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Geeky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-7967952145271686970?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/7967952145271686970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=7967952145271686970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7967952145271686970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7967952145271686970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/04/guess-im-not-geek-after-all.html' title='Guess I&apos;m Not a Geek After All...'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-775036946378761493</id><published>2007-03-31T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T14:04:59.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's really human of you to listen to all my bullshit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just discovered what might be one of the most fabulous blogs ever:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://blogs.tampabay.com/80s/?origref=http://www.google.com/search?q=stuck+in+the+80s&amp;ie=utf-8&amp;amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;aq=t&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;alias=http://www.tampabay.com/blogs/80s/"&gt;Stuck in the '80s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.  What, you don't agree?  Well, phooey.  See, I am a big fan of everything '80s.  I grew up during the '80s.  When I was 8 and I was watching John Hughes films, I couldn't wait to grow up and be a cool teenager like the ones in the movies, and have life experiences like the ones in Sixteen Candles and The Breakfast Club.  I eventually grew up of course, and I'm still waiting for my life to be that exciting, and fun, and sugar-coated.  So that's where my love of everything '80s stems from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In light of that, there was this video posted on that site - I've watched it twice already.  It features clips from some of my favorite '80s movies, all set to the tune of one of my favorite '80s songs.  Enjoy, dudes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5htjWHn3tM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5htjWHn3tM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/23678239-775036946378761493?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/775036946378761493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=775036946378761493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/775036946378761493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/775036946378761493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-really-human-of-you-to-listen-to.html' title='It&apos;s really human of you to listen to all my bullshit.'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-4098057695303602716</id><published>2007-03-27T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:50:03.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Damn three posts in one day!  Clearly, I'm making up for lost time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok I was tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://lifefaraway.typepad.com/life_far_away/"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; on this one - and Lord knows I love me a meme.  So here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Six Weird Things About Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(You ready??  Because I really am weird...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. I have a weather/dressing chart - it breaks down temperature categories by season and indicates what to wear for each category.  It has taken me years to perfect, but I can proudly say that I am comfortable temperature-wise in my daily outfits.  Yes, I realize this is slightly OCD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. I don't ever put milk in my cereal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. Speaking of cereal, I totally heart cereal dust (you know...the crap at the bottom of the box when all the actual cereal is done).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. I love doing laundry.  I'm slightly obsessive about how I do my laundry, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. I love the smell of gasoline and magic markers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6. Whenever I hear I Will Follow You Into the Dark by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.deathcabforcutie.com/"&gt;Death Cab for Cutie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, I can't help tearing up - primarily because I think of Pup.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have to tag 6 people here, according to the instructions, so here goes - just tell me 6 weird things about yourself - have fun!!  I'm tagging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.abonparadeandritalin.com/"&gt;AB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (you have to have some weird crap to share...),  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://retailcubiclehell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cubicle Hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, (c'mon, update your freaking blog!!!),  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.wendyboucher.com/blog/"&gt;Wendy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://firstyearorlast.blogspot.com/"&gt;FY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://oystersnbeer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sadie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://theworldofsheila.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheila&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!  Ok, going to bed...yea I KNOW it's not even 10pm - but I'm exhausted!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-4098057695303602716?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/4098057695303602716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=4098057695303602716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/4098057695303602716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/4098057695303602716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/03/were-all-pretty-bizarre-some-of-us-are.html' title='We&apos;re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that&apos;s all.'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-3278733504052627782</id><published>2007-03-27T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:24:57.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not who you go with, honey. It's who takes you home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RgnD2gzeetI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WI9Dfr_Jx-Q/s1600-h/senior_prom_194910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RgnD2gzeetI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WI9Dfr_Jx-Q/s320/senior_prom_194910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046780198731545298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This past weekend was the Law School Prom; and what a prom it was!  First of all, my dress was absolutely fabu, if I don't say so myself.  It was just perfect, and I was in love with it.  Everyone looked so nice, and it was super fun to see everyone just having a good time.  I enjoyed myself more this year than last year, I think.  It probably has to do with just being more comfortable in my "law school skin" this year than I was last year.  Maybe I've just matured a little bit - whatever it was, it worked, and Hubby and I had a really nice time.  The only damper to the situation was that I was recovering from a nasty UTI, and the antibiotic that I was taking made me oh-so-nauseous.  So unfortch, I had to pass on most of the alcohol.  Oh well - at least I was still able to have a prom-rockin' time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now it's back to the grind...I am quite pleased to report that next week I'm all done with the torture job of the spring semester!  Woo hoo!!  I am counting down the days as if Christmas was coming.  Besides the obvious about that place, I really just need to free up my time to work on my outlines and my appellate advocacy brief, and all that other good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In other news, I have some very BIG news (well, big for me anyway) - I have officially pioneered a chapter of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.aldf.org/saldf-index.php"&gt;Student Animal Legal Defense Fund&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; at my school!!!!!  I have been working on this with a couple of other students for months now, and all our efforts are finally paying off.  I am trying to hold an informational/general interest meeting in April, so of course everything is super hectic - wish me luck!!!!!   :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-3278733504052627782?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/3278733504052627782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=3278733504052627782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/3278733504052627782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/3278733504052627782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-not-who-you-go-with-honey-its-who.html' title='It&apos;s not who you go with, honey. It&apos;s who takes you home.'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RgnD2gzeetI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WI9Dfr_Jx-Q/s72-c/senior_prom_194910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-9083972500876946580</id><published>2007-03-27T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:17:07.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bunnies Are Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RgnB9QzeesI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0S_VlG4jrQ4/s1600-h/bunnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RgnB9QzeesI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0S_VlG4jrQ4/s320/bunnies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046778115672406722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shameless plug, but I really like my friend over at this store  :-)  Plus, who doesn't love some good chocolate candy?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The bunnies are here! Easter is Sunday April 8th and right around the corner. Visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.vanholtens.com/"&gt;Van Holten's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; to see bunnies ranging from very small to a full 3 feet tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;All made of pure homemade milk chocolate. Many also available in dark and white chocolate. Shop early for the best selection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Other items available but not yet listed on our site are coconut, vanilla and peanut butter cream eggs. Also fruit and nut eggs in addition to jelly beans and much, much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-9083972500876946580?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/9083972500876946580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=9083972500876946580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/9083972500876946580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/9083972500876946580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/03/bunnies-are-here.html' title='The Bunnies Are Here!'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RgnB9QzeesI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0S_VlG4jrQ4/s72-c/bunnies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-1637331166867186901</id><published>2007-03-21T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:07:44.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Fcking Kidding Me??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wltx.com/news/story.aspx?storyid=47984"&gt;This article&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;just pissed me off in the worst way - South Carolina is apparently trying to pass this ridiculous bill that would make a woman trying to get an abortion LOOK AT AN ULTRASOUND FIRST.  Give me a break!!  You know, for most women, making that decision is not something that is taken lightly.  The LAST thing a woman in that position needs is to have her nose further rubbed in what she is about to do - which is what this bill sets out to do.  I'm disgusted.  What's next??  Is Roe v. Wade going to be reversed??  Is that what all this hubbub seeks to accomplish?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-1637331166867186901?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/1637331166867186901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=1637331166867186901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/1637331166867186901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/1637331166867186901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-you-fcking-kidding-me.html' title='Are You Fcking Kidding Me??'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-6993435978525484955</id><published>2007-03-10T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:45:37.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe this. They fking forgot my birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RfM1BrxoAnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tDwGUwMkDgA/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RfM1BrxoAnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tDwGUwMkDgA/s320/birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040430711004725874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;With all the Spring Break fanfare, I completely forgot - that my blog turned one this past week!  So happy birthday to moi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-6993435978525484955?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/6993435978525484955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=6993435978525484955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/6993435978525484955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/6993435978525484955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-cant-believe-this-they-fking-forgot.html' title='I can&apos;t believe this. They fking forgot my birthday.'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RfM1BrxoAnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tDwGUwMkDgA/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-7949848552579015981</id><published>2007-03-05T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T01:14:35.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Reu1JnovtbI/AAAAAAAAADw/fCJf7YAKoR8/s1600-h/keywestbeachpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038319785007363506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Reu1JnovtbI/AAAAAAAAADw/fCJf7YAKoR8/s320/keywestbeachpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm on vaca the rest of the week, my friends! Actually, I've been away on vaca since Thursday, but I've been fortunate enough to have had a cushy hotel set up with internet access. However, as of tomorrow, no more until the end of the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Until then, I leave you all with a new fun site to check out, that happens to be operated by a friend of mine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abonparadeandritalin.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AB on Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. Make sure you stop by and check him out. Don't you just love a shameless plug?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ciao! &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/23678239-7949848552579015981?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/7949848552579015981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=7949848552579015981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7949848552579015981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7949848552579015981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-on-vaca-rest-of-week-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Reu1JnovtbI/AAAAAAAAADw/fCJf7YAKoR8/s72-c/keywestbeachpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-2891475568755413715</id><published>2007-02-28T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T19:00:41.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To girls with big tits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/ReYWuYtcEtI/AAAAAAAAADk/FNd3QrfSLoA/s1600-h/takeouts_product-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/ReYWuYtcEtI/AAAAAAAAADk/FNd3QrfSLoA/s320/takeouts_product-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036738219423306450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WARNING: MEN MIGHT WANT TO STEER CLEAR OF THIS POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not blessed with big boobs.  I wasn't even blessed with medium-sized ones, unfortch.  For anyone that knows me, this is no surprise - because I complain about it pretty frequently.  I don't know if I would ever go the route of plastic surgery to "enhance" myself.  In any event, it's not an option now anyway because I can't afford boobs on a student's salary (read = no salary). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Recently, however, I was introduced to a product that may very well be the non-surgical answer to all of my prayers...and to the prayers of all of you out there with similar woes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I bring to you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.herlook.com/"&gt;TAKEOUTS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For those of you that are not familiar with this type of product, it's also commonly known as the "chicken cutlet" for the boob.  They're clear, smushy, realistic-feeling silicone inserts that you stick in your bra or bikini top, and voila - you're a full cup size bigger! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll admit, I was timid at first, and unsure as to whether I wanted to make this investment (ok, at under $50 it's not really an investment).  I waited anxiously for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.amazon.com/Takeouts-Silicone-Her-Look-Enterprises/dp/B000EGOQ3C/sr=8-1/qid=1172707037/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-2032243-4185533?ie=UTF8&amp;s=beauty"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; to deliver my special package; but let me tell you - they were worth every penny.  I'm not saying I'll wear them every day...but they are sure going to do the trick on a couple of shirts I own.  They might have been so-so before, but they'll be so-so-amazing now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-2891475568755413715?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/2891475568755413715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=2891475568755413715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/2891475568755413715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/2891475568755413715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-girls-with-big-tits.html' title='To girls with big tits!'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/ReYWuYtcEtI/AAAAAAAAADk/FNd3QrfSLoA/s72-c/takeouts_product-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-2717744669513034951</id><published>2007-02-21T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:51:00.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you mean he don't eat no meat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Rdzo1xqdJEI/AAAAAAAAADY/vvDNgEoUzlo/s1600-h/veggiepic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Rdzo1xqdJEI/AAAAAAAAADY/vvDNgEoUzlo/s320/veggiepic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034154494055490626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think that I am in the midst of making a major life decision.  I think...I may have decided...to become a vegetarian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyone who reads this blog knows I am a pretty big animal-lover and animal-advocate.  As a matter of fact, my dream job would be to do legal work for animal rights groups; but, alas, I need money first, so that dream will have to be put on the back burner for a while.  Lately, however, I have been starting to think that I am a hypocrite - here I am, talking about how animals should no longer be considered property, how we need to be conscious of animals being treated cruelly, but I am enjoying a big juicy burger as much as the next person.  What about that cow that gave its life so that meat could end up on my plate?  Not just gave its life, but gave its life in a heart-wrenching manner.  Oftentimes inhumanely.  With that in mind, I think that I must, for the sake of my own beliefs, try to give up meat completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For sure, this will not be easy.  In fact, several helpful vegetarian geared websites have encouraged a more of a "weaning off" approach to becoming a vegetarian, such as starting with eliminating meat just three days of the week for two weeks, then moving up to five days for two weeks, and so forth.  However, I think that my love and respect for animals deserves a fair shot.  So here I am...trying to embrace the veggies and fruits, legumes, and carbs - wish me luck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyone taking over/under bets?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-2717744669513034951?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/2717744669513034951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=2717744669513034951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/2717744669513034951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/2717744669513034951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-do-you-mean-he-dont-eat-no-meat.html' title='What do you mean he don&apos;t eat no meat?'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Rdzo1xqdJEI/AAAAAAAAADY/vvDNgEoUzlo/s72-c/veggiepic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-7879681350316904206</id><published>2007-02-15T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T19:52:39.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clark, Audrey's frozen from the waist down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RdT9VZQQ9_I/AAAAAAAAADM/ldkxKMTvhFU/s1600-h/blizzard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RdT9VZQQ9_I/AAAAAAAAADM/ldkxKMTvhFU/s320/blizzard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031925227677874162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Days like today,  I want to pack up and move to Hawaii.  Yesterday wasn't too bad because school was canceled,  so I didn't have to brave the elements whatsoever.  Except to shovel the front walk, but that was good exercise more than anything; but today, I had to go to class and go to work, in the midst of piles of dirty snow turned nice.  Not so fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;However, there was one really fun thing that made my day today - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/otm_site/public_home"&gt;One True Media&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.  You can go on this site, upload your pics, choose your song, and make your own video montage - totally free!!  You can even make the montage into a DVD that you can order and purchase - what a great gift, especially if you've been in a friend's wedding, you can do this for her with the pictures you take at her wedding, and have it ready for her when she gets back from her honeymoon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;On another note, I recently just saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0407887/"&gt;The Departed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.  I was really excited to see it because everyone I had spoken to who had seen it had great things to say about it.  Plus, I really loved Goodfellas and Casino, and I was hoping for this movie to live up to the hype.  I won't say that it sucked, but it was not nearly as good as I had hoped.  Jack Nicholson's performance was typical old Jack - nothing special there from him.  Damon and DiCaprio were both good, but not because the movie was good, but because they just take over a screen whenever they're on it.  I'm usually a big fan of Mark Wahlberg (he'll always be Marky Mark to me...), but I have to admit that his performance here was utterly useless.  In short, it did NOT have to be nearly three hours long (quasi-pun NOT intended); and after suffering through it, at least give me SOMETHING for my trouble besides an anti-climactic ending.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-7879681350316904206?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/7879681350316904206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=7879681350316904206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7879681350316904206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7879681350316904206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/02/clark-audreys-frozen-from-waist-down.html' title='Clark, Audrey&apos;s frozen from the waist down.'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RdT9VZQQ9_I/AAAAAAAAADM/ldkxKMTvhFU/s72-c/blizzard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-836518901908007188</id><published>2007-02-12T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:12:15.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A positive anything is better than a negative nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RdCH85QQ9-I/AAAAAAAAADA/vaZHVqz6DyA/s1600-h/Peace_dove.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RdCH85QQ9-I/AAAAAAAAADA/vaZHVqz6DyA/s320/Peace_dove.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030670264003786722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I want to apologize for my hiatus.  Although it has not been THAT long, it has felt like an eternity to me; but things seem to be picking up around here, and I am hoping and hopeful that they will continue to look up.  So I promise some more substantial posts in the days to come, but I just wanted you all to know that I'm still here, still alive, still standing.  Thank you sooo much for all your kind words of support!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-836518901908007188?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/836518901908007188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=836518901908007188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/836518901908007188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/836518901908007188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/02/positive-anything-is-better-than.html' title='A positive anything is better than a negative nothing'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RdCH85QQ9-I/AAAAAAAAADA/vaZHVqz6DyA/s72-c/Peace_dove.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-6061327967364121039</id><published>2007-01-29T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:12:15.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I tell people to hope for the best and prepare for the worst.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Rb7Ase9d46I/AAAAAAAAAC0/CJ5B_UXeB5w/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025666104649704354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Rb7Ase9d46I/AAAAAAAAAC0/CJ5B_UXeB5w/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did you ever go through a bad patch that was so bad that you weren't sure you were ever going to come out on the other side of it? I guess that's where I am about now, unfortunately. It's been quite some time, too, since I've seen days this dark and gloomy. It seems like no matter how hard I try, my problems haunt me from the second I wake up in the morning, until the moment I go to bed at night. And I'm tired of feeling this way. I just want it to stop, I want the pain and hurt to stop, and I don't see any light at the end of the tunnel - hell, I can't even &lt;em&gt;spot&lt;/em&gt; the end of the tunnel, if there ever is one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I made a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;red velvet cake yesterday, my favorite. Isn't cake supposed to make everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;better? I don't think it's working just yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;UPDATE: I'm lying here watching Pup sleep, and I have to say, DOGS RULE.  &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/23678239-6061327967364121039?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/6061327967364121039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=6061327967364121039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/6061327967364121039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/6061327967364121039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-tell-people-to-hope-for-best-and.html' title='I tell people to hope for the best and prepare for the worst.'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Rb7Ase9d46I/AAAAAAAAAC0/CJ5B_UXeB5w/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-6593190867215444084</id><published>2007-01-25T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:39:57.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be crazy to be in a loony bin like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RblNAu9d45I/AAAAAAAAACo/gWzUhwItD8M/s1600-h/straight%20jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024131534309680018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RblNAu9d45I/AAAAAAAAACo/gWzUhwItD8M/s320/straight%2520jacket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of posting for the last week. I was undergoing, to say the very least, a very stressful moment in my life. I'm trying to move along with my life, however, so here I am again, rejoining blogland. And with a new tale of woe from The Twilight Zone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today was the worst day there by far. Unbearable puts it mildly. Apparently, coworker #1 (who we will call CQ), does not like chit chat. Therefore, H and I have been banned to another area of the office where the work conditions are somewhat substandard. What's more, everything I say is wrong. Everything I say is met with some sort of opposition, some comment, SOMETHING. I've come to the conclusion that I will just say nothing at all; but that makes for a really uncomfortable time. And I have to go there a certain number of hours per week, of course. Grrrrrrr......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank God for the weekend.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;happier note, however........I am anticipating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wendyboucher.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wendy Boucher's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;new book!!!!  I can't wait to get it, and am even more excited to read it!!  :-)&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/23678239-6593190867215444084?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/6593190867215444084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=6593190867215444084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/6593190867215444084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/6593190867215444084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-must-be-crazy-to-be-in-loony-bin-like.html' title='I must be crazy to be in a loony bin like this.'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RblNAu9d45I/AAAAAAAAACo/gWzUhwItD8M/s72-c/straight%2520jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-7705527714365546594</id><published>2007-01-17T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:44:19.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt a great disturbance in the Force...I fear something terrible has happened.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Ra7Cwn79wJI/AAAAAAAAACc/SAXXYjYgqCA/s1600-h/9037%7EHappy-Bunny-You-Suck-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Ra7Cwn79wJI/AAAAAAAAACc/SAXXYjYgqCA/s320/9037%7EHappy-Bunny-You-Suck-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021164775174684818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sorry, but I had to do it.  My hater has continued on his spree of spreading hate on my blog, so I've had to enable comment moderation.  I'm sorry if this creates inconvenience/impatience, but I promise I will review all comments left promptly and approve all the love.  Comment on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-7705527714365546594?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/7705527714365546594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=7705527714365546594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7705527714365546594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7705527714365546594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-felt-great-disturbance-in-forcei-fear.html' title='I felt a great disturbance in the Force...I fear something terrible has happened.'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Ra7Cwn79wJI/AAAAAAAAACc/SAXXYjYgqCA/s72-c/9037%7EHappy-Bunny-You-Suck-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-7485926177844086048</id><published>2007-01-16T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:53:19.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here where time and space collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Ra2Orn79wII/AAAAAAAAACQ/5zQJJDTTrfw/s1600-h/ToServeMan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020826039693983874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Ra2Orn79wII/AAAAAAAAACQ/5zQJJDTTrfw/s320/ToServeMan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The place I am working at this semester is, to say the very least, an experience. Let's for the sake of discussion here, call it Twilight Zone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At Twilight Zone there exists the motliest of crews. First of all, everyone is very, very polite. Everyone also speaks to each other in very politically correct tones of voice, and using carefully chosen words. Finally, it's as quiet as a tomb in this place. No radio, no talking, NOTHING. I'm not really feeling like I fit in. While everyone is nice enough, and I enjoy the work that I'm doing, I'm a little concerned that now...the fourth's dimension has crossed.....&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/23678239-7485926177844086048?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/7485926177844086048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=7485926177844086048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7485926177844086048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7485926177844086048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-where-time-and-space-collide.html' title='Here where time and space collide'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/Ra2Orn79wII/AAAAAAAAACQ/5zQJJDTTrfw/s72-c/ToServeMan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-8348366744606248687</id><published>2007-01-11T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T18:40:54.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has come for someone to put his foot down. And that foot is me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, I guess it was bound to happen.  It appears that someone has decided to start leaving hateful comments on my blog.  Hateful and insulting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, I fully understand that a blog is a forum where my opinions are posted out there for all to read.  I expect that not everyone will always agree with what I have to say, and I encourage comments to be left on my blog, as evidenced by my comments link, because I enjoy gaining insight in what the rest of the world might think about topics that interest me.  That is half the fun of this silly blogging business.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What I do not appreciate, however, is someone leaving derogatory remarks in my comments section.  Baseless derogatory remarks, to be exact.  That is just not cool.  If you are such an asshat that you cannot formulate an intelligent, coherent opinion without the use of obscenities and insults, then I not only pity you, but I will ban you from leaving comments on my blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;At this time, I have banned the heinous individual that has led me to write this post.  If the assault on my blog continues, I will have no choice but to enable comment moderation, which I hesitate to do because I really don't have the time or patience for that, but we'll see what happens.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sorry to everyone for the ominous post.  Now for your regularly scheduled programming.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-8348366744606248687?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/8348366744606248687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=8348366744606248687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/8348366744606248687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/8348366744606248687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/01/time-has-come-for-someone-to-put-his.html' title='The time has come for someone to put his foot down. And that foot is me.'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-6442090462438951490</id><published>2007-01-10T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:43:17.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get some shoes, bech</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So funny, you just have to watch the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHFC6rlGsH8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHFC6rlGsH8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-6442090462438951490?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/6442090462438951490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=6442090462438951490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/6442090462438951490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/6442090462438951490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-get-some-shoes.html' title='Let&apos;s get some shoes, bech'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-775111566225428737</id><published>2007-01-09T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:50:16.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You've done a lot of solid work here, but it's just not Ivy League, now is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Grades have started popping up today....I'm going to go crawl under a rock and die.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-775111566225428737?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/775111566225428737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=775111566225428737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/775111566225428737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/775111566225428737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/01/youve-done-lot-of-solid-work-here-but.html' title='You&apos;ve done a lot of solid work here, but it&apos;s just not Ivy League, now is it?'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-5588184046269266164</id><published>2007-01-09T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:39:16.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be fooled because she may seem like your typical selfish, back-stabbing slut faced ho-bag, but in reality, she's so much more than that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RaRRVh04XaI/AAAAAAAAACE/Z3SSYWYkNm8/s1600-h/fan_mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RaRRVh04XaI/AAAAAAAAACE/Z3SSYWYkNm8/s320/fan_mail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018225315096845730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I got some fan mail today, and I thought it was worthy of writing a post about it.  I won't put who it was from, of course, because that would just be so not classy, but here is the body of the email, relating to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-folks-parks-closed-moose-out.html"&gt;Gerald Ford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="0" &gt;"Just wondering why you complained about the Gerald Ford thing.  I mean seriously, it makes you seem really selfish.  He was a President."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, dear New Reader:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It makes me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SEEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; really selfish?  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; really selfish, so gosh I hope it comes off that way on this blog; and why did I complain about the Gerald Ford thing?  Well I think it's pretty apparent from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-folks-parks-closed-moose-out.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; why I was complaining - because I didn't get any mail, and we already have all these holidays dedicated towards honoring everyone and their mother where we already don't get mail, and I couldn't see the point of yet another mail-less day.  And yes, I know he was a president - that's what President's Day is for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I hope that answers your email....come again soon!!!!  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="0" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-5588184046269266164?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/5588184046269266164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=5588184046269266164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/5588184046269266164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/5588184046269266164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-be-fooled-because-she-may-seem.html' title='Don&apos;t be fooled because she may seem like your typical selfish, back-stabbing slut faced ho-bag, but in reality, she&apos;s so much more than that.'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RaRRVh04XaI/AAAAAAAAACE/Z3SSYWYkNm8/s72-c/fan_mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-6789033781060698437</id><published>2007-01-04T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T00:00:47.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down here, it's our time. It's our time down here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RZ3aoR04XZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/T-n5LCKmeTo/s1600-h/crazy_cat_watching_tv.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016405945475423634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RZ3aoR04XZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/T-n5LCKmeTo/s320/crazy_cat_watching_tv.sized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's pretty dick when your winter break isn't over yet, but there is a plethora of reading assignments posted on the school's website. You know, I'm still relaxing. I'm still enjoying &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; time. Why do I have to do pre-semester schoolwork?? I mean, I guess I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;could&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; not do it; but that would not be a good way to start off the semester. It's just wrong - because if the assignments aren't there, then there is no guilt; but if they &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; posted, then I experience guilt when I don't do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There should be a rule - no professor should be allowed to post reading assignments for the upcoming semester until grades are posted for the previous semester. Short and simple. If grades were out, I wouldn't feel so bitter about doing schoolwork. Ok fine I would, but I would at least do it and shut up about it. This way, I feel compelled to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Grrr. Whatev, I'm going back to watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. At least for three more days. &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/23678239-6789033781060698437?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/6789033781060698437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=6789033781060698437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/6789033781060698437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/6789033781060698437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/01/down-here-its-our-time-its-our-time.html' title='Down here, it&apos;s our time. It&apos;s our time down here.'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RZ3aoR04XZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/T-n5LCKmeTo/s72-c/crazy_cat_watching_tv.sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-8358684703788954134</id><published>2007-01-04T02:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T02:38:33.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean, he went from totally geek, to totally chic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;New year, new look - whatdya think??&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/23678239-8358684703788954134?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/8358684703788954134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=8358684703788954134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/8358684703788954134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/8358684703788954134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-mean-he-went-from-totally-geek-to.html' title='I mean, he went from totally geek, to totally chic!'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-7401365172820906271</id><published>2007-01-02T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T19:59:24.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry folks, park's closed. Moose out front shoulda told ya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RZr-56oPexI/AAAAAAAAABs/aTLNGeIdEd8/s1600-h/mailbox.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RZr-56oPexI/AAAAAAAAABs/aTLNGeIdEd8/s320/mailbox.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015601405974510354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Today I went to the post office.  I drove all the way to where the post office that has parking is, because the other post office is really annoying to park at.  I had about fifty packages that needed mailing (&lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com"&gt;Ebay&lt;/a&gt; stuff), and I had to buy stamps.  I parked, and lugged all my crap out of the car.  I walked all the way to the door.  No, I didn't notice that I was the only car in the lot.  I tried to open the door.  But it was closed.  CLOSED.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLOSED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WHY was the post office closed today??  &lt;a href="http://www.usps.com/communications/news/welcome.htm"&gt;Apparently President Bush declared today a "National Day of Observance.&lt;/a&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;  I see.  Interesting.  Are the postal workers supposed to have attended Gerald Ford's funeral?  Nothing else closed besides the post office and financial markets.  I went to the bank this morning and that was open.  What is the point of closing the post offices??  Why didn't I get any mail today??  Now, don't get me wrong - I love me some Gerald Ford, and was sad to hear of his passing, although I was surprised that the old boy hadn't kicked earlier; but while I watched a little of the funereal proceedings on TV this morning, I would have conducted my "observance" much more happily and effectively had I been able to mail my packages and buy my stamps.  After all, isn't it an American thing to do to conduct US POSTAL SERVICE business??  Would Ford have wanted mail delivery to cease merely because he was heading six feet under??  I think not.  And really, let's look at the irony here - President Bush orders the postal service be suspended today in observance of Ford's passing. Last week, &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/01/01/iraq.deathtoll/index.html"&gt;U.S. deaths in Iraq reached 3,000&lt;/a&gt;.  That's more people than were killed in 9/11.  I don't see Bush holding National Observance days for all those Americans who have given their lives for this pointless and seemingly endless war.  I'm not saying that Ford doesn't deserve to be memorialized.  I'm saying that I don't think we need to shut post offices when he dies, while our men and women are dying every single day over there for NOTHING, and I don't see Bush making National Days of Observance for that.  In fact, he just sends more Americans out there.  Bush has claimed that Americans will not have died in vain out there...well, I'm still waiting to see what the point was.&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/23678239-7401365172820906271?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/7401365172820906271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=7401365172820906271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7401365172820906271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7401365172820906271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-folks-parks-closed-moose-out.html' title='Sorry folks, park&apos;s closed. Moose out front shoulda told ya.'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RZr-56oPexI/AAAAAAAAABs/aTLNGeIdEd8/s72-c/mailbox.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-4111404962538403721</id><published>2006-12-25T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T20:32:35.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to say, except it's Christmas and we're all in misery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RZB7hkZa4-I/AAAAAAAAABc/9xJ8UD4YF6Q/s1600-h/xmasside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RZB7hkZa4-I/AAAAAAAAABc/9xJ8UD4YF6Q/s320/xmasside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012642201899557858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, it's come and gone, and I suppose I'm relieved, if nothing else.  There was In-Law Drama, as always, and thankfully it will be a full year before we have to relive the torture that has become Christmastime at our house.&lt;br /&gt;I love my family, and it's always great when they're around, but it's the In-Laws that really put a damper on things.  So that's why I'm glad that it's over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, more fascinating news - I saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0479143/"&gt;Rocky Balboa&lt;/a&gt;, and had to post a quick review.  I absolutely LOVED it.  Keep in mind, however, that I'm a big Rocky fan.  I think the Rocky movies, well...ROCK; but I really went into this one with low expectations because Stallone is much older now, and I just didn't think that he could pull it off; but boy, was I wrong.  Everything came together so nicely, and the feel was just right, the outcome was just right - the movie was great.  It really gave closure to the saga.  If you're not a Rocky fan, I wouldn't bother to go see this one in theaters, but if you are - well, I wouldn't miss it.&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/23678239-4111404962538403721?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/4111404962538403721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=4111404962538403721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/4111404962538403721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/4111404962538403721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-know-what-to-say-except-its.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to say, except it&apos;s Christmas and we&apos;re all in misery.'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RZB7hkZa4-I/AAAAAAAAABc/9xJ8UD4YF6Q/s72-c/xmasside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-1539926139719365852</id><published>2006-12-21T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:09:08.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments before zero hour, it did not pay to take chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Santa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are at a loss as to what to  bring me this year, perhaps I can offer a suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RYtL8kZa48I/AAAAAAAAABI/YJ6BUn9DZjg/s1600-h/ryan+reynolds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RYtL8kZa48I/AAAAAAAAABI/YJ6BUn9DZjg/s400/ryan+reynolds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011182514314339266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I promise I won't shoot my eye out...unless......well...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-1539926139719365852?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/1539926139719365852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=1539926139719365852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/1539926139719365852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/1539926139719365852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/12/moments-before-zero-hour-it-did-not-pay.html' title='Moments before zero hour, it did not pay to take chances'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RYtL8kZa48I/AAAAAAAAABI/YJ6BUn9DZjg/s72-c/ryan+reynolds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-3005597974067522360</id><published>2006-12-21T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T14:59:13.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickin' It Back to '97</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://butterflyfish1.blogspot.com/2006/12/flashback-to-1993.html"&gt;Butterflyfish posted this on 1993&lt;/a&gt;, and I sat there and read the tunes while being filled with memories of my freshman year of high school.  So of course, I had to do it too.  Here's how it works:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to &lt;a href="http://popculturemadness.com/Music/index.html"&gt;pop culture madness&lt;/a&gt;, and find the greatest hits for the year you turned 18 (1997 for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the ones you like (I made the ones I LOVED pink),  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;make tiny&lt;/span&gt; the ones you hate, &lt;em&gt;italicize &lt;/em&gt;the ones you are familiar with but neither like nor hate, leave the ones you don't know as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun down 1997 memory lane.  I sure did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Barbie Girl - Aqua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        2. ESPN Presents Jock Jams - Various Artists&lt;br /&gt;        3. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wannabe - Spice Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        4. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tubthumping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Chumbawamba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        5. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a name="evtst|a|1565123522" id="plnx1" style="text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1565123522?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=tryittoday-20&amp;amp;link_code=em1&amp;camp=212341&amp;amp;creative=380429&amp;creativeASIN=1565123522"&gt;To The Moon and Back&lt;/a&gt; - Savage Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        6. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Make Me Wanna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Usher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;I Like It Like That - Blackout All-Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hard To Say I'm Sorry - Az Yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        9. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Crash Into Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; - Dave Matthews Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        10. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fly - Sugar Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        11. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How Do I Live&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; - LeAnn Rimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        12. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da' Dip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Freak Nasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        13. It's Your Love - Tim McGraw &amp; Faith Hill&lt;br /&gt;        14. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let Me Clear My Throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - DJ Kool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        15. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Missing You - Puff Daddy &amp; Faith Evans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        16. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Become 1 - Spice Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        17. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MMMBop - Hanson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        18. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fly Like An Eagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Seal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        19. Say You'll Be There - Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;        20. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For You I Will - Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        21. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Butterfly Kisses - Bob Carlisle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        22. I Believe In You And Me - Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;        23. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Is Your Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        24. A Long December - Counting Crows&lt;br /&gt;        25. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Show Me Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Robyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        26. &lt;a name="evtst|a|1560233087" id="plnx0" style="text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1560233087?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=tryittoday-20&amp;amp;link_code=em1&amp;camp=212341&amp;amp;creative=380429&amp;creativeASIN=1560233087"&gt;We Trying To Stay Alive&lt;/a&gt; - Wyclef Jean&lt;br /&gt;        27. Semi Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;        28. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mo Money Mo Problems&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Notorious B.I.G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        29. Say... If You Feel Alright - Crystal Waters&lt;br /&gt;        30. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Impression That I Get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Mighty Mighty Bosstones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        31. I Want You - Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;        32. Song 2 - Blur&lt;br /&gt;        33. CoCo Jamboo - Mr. President&lt;br /&gt;        34. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Rollercoaster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        35. Head Over Heels - Allure&lt;br /&gt;        36. All Mixed Up - 311&lt;br /&gt;        37. Can't Nobody Hold Me Down - Puff Daddy&lt;br /&gt;        38. Honey - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;        39. Spice Up Your Life - Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;        40. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooh Aah... Just a Little Bit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Gina G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        41. Dancehall Queen - Beenie Man&lt;br /&gt;        42. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Building A Mystery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; - Sarah McLachlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        43. &lt;a name="evtst|a|0743250567" id="plnx2" style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;" target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0743250567?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=tryittoday-20&amp;amp;link_code=em1&amp;camp=212341&amp;amp;creative=380429&amp;creativeASIN=0743250567"&gt;I Say A Little Prayer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Diana King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        44. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Santeria - Sublime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        45. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barely Breathing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Duncan Sheik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        46. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Men In Black - Will Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        47. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wrong Way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Sublime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        48. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Criminal - Fiona Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        49. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Where's The Love - Hanson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        50. Your Woman - White Town&lt;br /&gt;        51. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You Were Meant For Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; - Jewel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        52. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Firestarter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; - Prodigy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        53. Feel So Good - Mase&lt;br /&gt;        54. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where Have All The Cowboys Gone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="evtst|a|B000005S66" id="plnx3" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;" target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000005S66?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=tryittoday-20&amp;amp;link_code=em1&amp;camp=212341&amp;amp;creative=380429&amp;creativeASIN=B000005S66"&gt;Paula Cole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        55.&lt;b&gt; If It Makes You Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Sheryl Crow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        56. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't Go Away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; - Oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        57. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staring At The Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        58. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lovefool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; - The Cardigans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        59. Blood On The Dancefloor - Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;        60. Thirty Three - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;        61. Secret Garden - Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;        62. &lt;a name="evtst|a|0974085200" id="plnx4" style="text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0974085200?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=tryittoday-20&amp;amp;link_code=em1&amp;camp=212341&amp;amp;creative=380429&amp;creativeASIN=0974085200"&gt;Desperately Wanting&lt;/a&gt; - Better Than Ezra&lt;br /&gt;        63. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Bizarre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - OMC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        64.&lt;b&gt; I'm Not A Player&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Big Punisher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        65. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quit Playin' Games (With My Heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        66. Daylight Fading - Counting Crows&lt;br /&gt;        67. All Cried Out - Allure&lt;br /&gt;        68. Dream - Forest For The Trees&lt;br /&gt;        69. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Push&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; - Matchbox 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        70. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alright&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Jamiroquai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        71. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The Freshmen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; - The Verve Pipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        72. The Rascal King - The Mighty Mighty Bosstones&lt;br /&gt;        73. The Old Apartment - Barenaked Ladies&lt;br /&gt;        74. Hell - Squirrel Nut Zippers&lt;br /&gt;        75. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;All By Myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; - Celine Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-3005597974067522360?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/3005597974067522360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=3005597974067522360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/3005597974067522360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/3005597974067522360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/12/kickin-it-back-to-97.html' title='Kickin&apos; It Back to &apos;97'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-6419862432908409224</id><published>2006-12-18T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:49:08.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho, Ho, Ho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dmVU08zVpA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dmVU08zVpA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time for the holidays...the perfect present this year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-6419862432908409224?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/6419862432908409224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=6419862432908409224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/6419862432908409224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/6419862432908409224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho, Ho, Ho...'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-1379614428083790497</id><published>2006-12-16T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:24:06.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grinch Who Stole Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RYOCcEZa47I/AAAAAAAAAA8/DY0B1jPRxPo/s1600-h/grinch.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RYOCcEZa47I/AAAAAAAAAA8/DY0B1jPRxPo/s320/grinch.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008990629294433202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First of all, I would like to announce that I am officially halfway done with law school.  That is, of course, given that I got at least a C- or better on all of my finals.  Considering how I felt as I left each and every one, that's not so much a given; but regardless, it's over and done with, and now the only thing to do is sit and wait until the professors decide to get around to grading the exams.  And posting the grades.  All of which I will not hold my breath for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that aside, I'm super happy to get my life back; but now that Christmas is a mere nine days away, it's time for Hubby to become the Christmas Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it's not that Hubby hates Christmas per se, actually.  The problem is that Hubby's family has utter hatred and loathing for me, therefore we are the black sheep of his family.  As a result, no one wants to see us for Christmas (or any other time of the year for that matter, but I suppose for him it's most acute during Christmas-time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you go all judging and whatnot, let it not go unknown that we have tried (and yes, I HAVE TRIED), to amend things with this group of haters, really to no avail.  So I don't try anymore.  However, while I could care less, and in fact makes my Christmas quite merry indeed to not have to deal with any in-laws whatsoever, I cannot say the same for Hubby.  Not only does he have to deal with HIS in-laws, but he also has to deal with the sad situation of his family not caring to see him on Christmas of all days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today seems to be the start of Cranky-Pants Hubby - the Hubby that proclaims hating the holidays, but he really doesn't, it's just because his family sucks and doesn't realize that he's totally awesome.  Am I a pill?  Of course I am; but if Hubby likes me, then they should at least pretend to like me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who stole the last can of Who Hash??!?!?&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/23678239-1379614428083790497?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/1379614428083790497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=1379614428083790497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/1379614428083790497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/1379614428083790497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/12/grinch-who-stole-hubby.html' title='The Grinch Who Stole Hubby'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RYOCcEZa47I/AAAAAAAAAA8/DY0B1jPRxPo/s72-c/grinch.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-8721602087340765022</id><published>2006-12-14T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T01:10:54.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season For Some Weight Gain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RYDq1C_rA5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q1vQ9avaWJQ/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RYDq1C_rA5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q1vQ9avaWJQ/s320/chocolate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008260982693888914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I've had it with studying and it's that time of year to eat all sorts of goodies that you normally wouldn't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vanholtens.com/index.html"&gt;Best chocolate in Jersey&lt;/a&gt; - totally homemade, and now available online!!  AND they accept PayPal...love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.vanholtens.com/index.html"&gt;Van Holten's&lt;/a&gt; if you're looking for some really awesome chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-8721602087340765022?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/8721602087340765022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=8721602087340765022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/8721602087340765022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/8721602087340765022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/12/tis-season-for-some-weight-gain.html' title='Tis The Season For Some Weight Gain'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RYDq1C_rA5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q1vQ9avaWJQ/s72-c/chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-7949064877505270903</id><published>2006-12-13T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:01:22.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Of a VERY Long Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RYCTDC_rA4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tu0Au40iXbQ/s1600-h/homestretch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008164466188813186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RYCTDC_rA4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tu0Au40iXbQ/s320/homestretch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I can't believe my last post was a week ago. I can't believe it because the last seven days have felt like one really long, loooonng day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have spent every single one of those days in the Law Library for a substantial amount of time. I don't want to complain about it anymore, because I just can't, and no one wants to hear it anyway. What I DO want to talk about, however, is how at this time tomorrow it's all going to be over. Regardless of how I did (and I hope it was at least ok - I don't need great or good, just ok), I get to have reprieve for a little while. And it's going to rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And speaking of rocking, I can't wait to have a drink tomorrow. Or two. Or ten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not a good night unless I wake up in a hospital in restraints. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home stretch, baby....I can almost see the finish line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-7949064877505270903?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/7949064877505270903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=7949064877505270903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7949064877505270903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7949064877505270903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/12/end-of-very-long-day.html' title='The End Of a VERY Long Day'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RYCTDC_rA4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tu0Au40iXbQ/s72-c/homestretch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-7102879293842010473</id><published>2006-12-06T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:58:21.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Gonna Do What Everyone Thinks I'm Gonna Do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RXefVlvYqiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_eCBZJP4olI/s1600-h/insanity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005644704102525474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RXefVlvYqiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_eCBZJP4olI/s320/insanity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Which is just....FLIP OUT....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, Corporations is over. I'm still here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my brain? Not so much. Today's pic pretty much sums it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow...back to Hell, er, the Law Library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-7102879293842010473?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/7102879293842010473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=7102879293842010473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7102879293842010473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7102879293842010473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-not-gonna-do-what-everyone-thinks-im.html' title='I&apos;m Not Gonna Do What Everyone Thinks I&apos;m Gonna Do...'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RXefVlvYqiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_eCBZJP4olI/s72-c/insanity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-8125047197686138420</id><published>2006-12-05T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:07:54.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RXZBtliZ-ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qyfO-GrBMN0/s1600-h/hell%20awaits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005260287295224210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RXZBtliZ-ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qyfO-GrBMN0/s320/hell%2520awaits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what it should say at the entrance of my school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where has Lawnut been, you ask (or not)? Hell. Hades. The Law Library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is my Corporations exam and I've already cried twice. I'm not nearly ready. I don't know what to do and there is nothing that can stop the hell train from running me down tomorrow at noon.   Sure maybe you think it's dumb that I cried.  Shit,  I kind of think it's dumb too; but exams really stress me out, especially when they're really hard, really weighted, really closed-book exams on topics that I'm really feeling shaky about.  So whatever.  Go ahead, laugh.  I can't wait until the next time I'm really able to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's hoping I can manage to get up and keep going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-8125047197686138420?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/8125047197686138420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=8125047197686138420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/8125047197686138420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/8125047197686138420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/12/abandon-all-hope-ye-who-enter-here.html' title='Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HFpKtK8lP7o/RXZBtliZ-ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qyfO-GrBMN0/s72-c/hell%2520awaits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-4746070066947414880</id><published>2006-11-27T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:11:14.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>Ok I promise I'll give a full-on Bachelor roundup tomorrow, but I just had to post quickly now - JEN???!?!?!?!?!  Really Lorenzo??!?!?!?!?!?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sadly disappointed.  Why does The Bachelor always disappoint me??  Why doesn't The Bachelor ever pick the girl who wants him and loves him?  Is it because men always want what they can't really fully have?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long day and need to get some sleep.  Exams aren't even fully here yet and I'm already feeling the heat.  But I'm going to bed REALLY disappointed here...Enzo, you let me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-4746070066947414880?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/4746070066947414880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=4746070066947414880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/4746070066947414880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/4746070066947414880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/11/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-8034606063458010800</id><published>2006-11-24T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T15:54:36.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday Shopping - From a Desk Chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3359/2890/1600/805730/shopping_black_friday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3359/2890/320/728979/shopping_black_friday1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't leave the house today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not because I ate myself into oblivion yesterday or an apple-pie coma.  I couldn't leave because I had too much studying to do; however, I just could not miss out on the Black Friday deals; but really, who can deal with the crowds of people, lines forming outside stores since 4am??  Maybe some can, but me...not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I trolled the internet this morning for all the things I had to get people for Christmas this year - and got some great deals and free shipping, and I can proudly say, that I'm pretty much dunzo as far as Christmas gift-buying is concerned.  And  I never even left my chair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; apples??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-8034606063458010800?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/8034606063458010800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=8034606063458010800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/8034606063458010800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/8034606063458010800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/11/black-friday-shopping-from-desk-chair.html' title='Black Friday Shopping - From a Desk Chair'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-6251607996064409434</id><published>2006-11-23T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:00:31.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3359/2890/1600/781719/Snoopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3359/2890/400/2923/Snoopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is the best holiday - you get to eat until your jean button threatens to pop off and kill the person sitting directly across from you, drink yourself silly, and then when you pass out in a food and alcohol-induced coma, just blame it on some funky chemical in the turkey called tryptophan.  And then you just sound smart when you say big scientific words like that.  Yup, Thanksgiving is the best holiday....happy turkey day everyone!!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-6251607996064409434?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/6251607996064409434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=6251607996064409434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/6251607996064409434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/6251607996064409434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-2891101247908185421</id><published>2006-11-22T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:21:27.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3359/2890/1600/626963/guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3359/2890/320/18949/guys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it, but I can't get enough.  If you saw &lt;a href="http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-men-are-really-thinking.html"&gt;this previous post&lt;/a&gt; featuring "bang bang bang," then maybe you can't get enough either.  I'm referring to what is apparently called Group X and their weird animations to their even weirder songs.  I don't know anything about them - but I can't stop watching their stuff, or having the songs in my head during the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flashstuf.com/flash/toomanyguys.php"&gt;Here's the latest one&lt;/a&gt; I can't stop replaying...I think it's as good as "bang bang bang" if not better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-2891101247908185421?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/2891101247908185421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=2891101247908185421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/2891101247908185421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/2891101247908185421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/11/too-many-guys.html' title='Too Many Guys'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-4583295239528846951</id><published>2006-11-21T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:43:09.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me the Damn Pills, I'll Count 'Em!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3359/2890/1600/879238/pills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3359/2890/200/213661/pills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I had to pop by my friendly neighborhood pharmacy to get a couple of prescriptions filled. I figured that I had to go to the post office so I would drop off the prescriptions first, then head to the post office, and by the time I was done there, my medications would be done and I could go home. Mind you, I was going back home to work on my many and incomplete outlines, so I really didn't have a world of time here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to the pharmacy, and there is no one milling about. "Great," I think to myself as I head over to the "Drop Off" counter. I observe three individuals milling about behind the counter. It appears that one is the pharmacist and the other two are techs. While all three seem to be doing something, it's perfectly quiet in there and doesn't look like it's terribly busy. It still takes several minutes for someone to approach me to take my prescriptions. The girl claims that I am "third in line" for prescriptions to be done, and I inform her that I'm going to the post office and I'll be right back. She said that would be fine. Time: 3:30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I head off to the post office, get stuck in a little bit of traffic, and then there was a line in the post office. I go back to the pharmacy. Time: 4:15pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go up to the counter and ask if my stuff is ready yet. I get some confused and panicked looks from the technicians. The pharmacist looks like he could care less. Then I get the dreaded question, "Did your insurance change?" Of course it didn't, you asshat! I've gotten prescriptions here with the same damn insurance for the last six months!!! WHY is there a PROBLEM???!!?! And just the fact that you're asking me this indicates that my medication is STILL not ready. So I fork over the insurance card, and the technician tells me it will just be a few minutes while she "puts it through." Fine. I sit down. Time: 4:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TIME: 4:45pm - WHY AM I STILL SITTING HERE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go up again to ask the status. Really, people, I don't have all day. I'm again told it will just be a few more minutes. I tell the girl I'm leaving and that Hubby will be by after work to pick up the medication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time: 6:30pm. I'm home and the phone rings - it's Hubby. He asks, "What time did you drop off these prescriptions?" I tell him 3:30pm. Why is he asking? BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT READY YET. That's right, THREE HOURS LATER, and they're still not ready??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok pharmacy staff, let me let you in on a little something here - you count pills, ok? You punch in a couple of numbers in that little computer and then you count some pills out of a little bottle, put the shit in a bag, and haul it out. It's really not that hard. I know, because I used to do your job. So when there is no one in the pharmacy milling around the counter, there really is no excuse to have it take THREE HOURS to get one little order out, mmkay?? WAKE THE FUG UP!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/23678239-4583295239528846951?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/4583295239528846951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=4583295239528846951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/4583295239528846951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/4583295239528846951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/11/give-me-damn-pills-ill-count-em.html' title='Give Me the Damn Pills, I&apos;ll Count &apos;Em!'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-1376847762161453745</id><published>2006-11-18T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T15:33:08.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come On, Gloria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3359/2890/1600/698461/gloria_estefan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3359/2890/200/861442/gloria_estefan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have noticed lately that a lot of people, particularly from other countries, are finding my site by searching for "come on baby shake that body do that conga," or variations of that phrase. I wonder then how popular &lt;a href="http://www.gloriaestefan.com/"&gt;Gloria Estefan &lt;/a&gt;is in other countries? Has there been a recent congra craze overseas that we have not been privy to? I'm really curious about this, if anyone can shed any light on the matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-1376847762161453745?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/1376847762161453745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=1376847762161453745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/1376847762161453745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/1376847762161453745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/11/come-on-gloria.html' title='Come On, Gloria'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-7790738521742497013</id><published>2006-11-18T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:02:19.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>150 Things About LawNut</title><content type='html'>Got this meme off of &lt;a href="http://locodelictis1.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;Frillgirl&lt;/a&gt; and decided to start procrastinating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff I've done is in bold.  Have fun peeking into my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;strong&gt;Said “I love you” and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;strong&gt;Hugged a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Gone to a huge sports game (and survived the crush afterwards)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;br /&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Had a snowball fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;strong&gt;Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;strong&gt;Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;strong&gt;Had amazing friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;strong&gt;Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;strong&gt;Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;strong&gt;Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;strong&gt;Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;strong&gt;Alphabetized your CDs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;strong&gt;Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Played touch football&lt;br /&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;strong&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;64. Played in the rain&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;67. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;strong&gt;Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;br /&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;71. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;strong&gt;Gotten married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;strong&gt;Crashed a party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;strong&gt;Made cookies from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;strong&gt;Gotten a tattoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;br /&gt;83. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;strong&gt;Performed on stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;strong&gt;Been to Las Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;strong&gt;Kissed on the first date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;90. &lt;strong&gt;Bought a house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;92. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;strong&gt;Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;96. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;102. &lt;strong&gt;Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;br /&gt;105. &lt;strong&gt;Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;109. Touched a stingray&lt;br /&gt;110. &lt;strong&gt;Broken someone’s heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;115. &lt;strong&gt;Had a facial part pierced other than your ears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;br /&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;br /&gt;119. &lt;strong&gt;Had major surgery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;127. &lt;strong&gt;Eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. &lt;strong&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;br /&gt;130. &lt;strong&gt;Gone back to school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;132. Touched a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;134. &lt;strong&gt;Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. &lt;strong&gt;Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;141. &lt;strong&gt;Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;br /&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;146. &lt;strong&gt;Dyed your hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;br /&gt;149. &lt;strong&gt;Caused a car accident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. Saved someone’s life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-7790738521742497013?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/7790738521742497013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=7790738521742497013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7790738521742497013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/7790738521742497013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/11/150-things-about-lawnut.html' title='150 Things About LawNut'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-445222914905223018</id><published>2006-11-15T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:33:04.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LawNut v. Pup, The Garbage Can, et al.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3359/2890/1600/trash.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3359/2890/320/trash.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pup is just something else.  He is always finding something new to do that will irritate the crap out of me.  His latest discovery?  The garbage can.  Mind you, Pup has been tall enough to stick his head in the trash can for quite some time.  For whatever reason, it has only been in the last week that he figured out that he can tip the lid off of the can with his head and it's snacktime.  He'll go through all the garbage in there, picking out tidbits that he finds interesting - a candy wrapper, used saran wrap, you name it.  This might be very fun and exciting for Pup, but for me?  Not so much.  Once I throw out last night's leftover chicken, I really don't want to see it again on the kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after an entire weekend of screaming, "PUP!!  Get OUT of the garbage!!!"I couldn't take it anymore.  Today on my way home from school, I went to &lt;a href="http://www.lnt.com/home/index.jsp"&gt;Linens n Things&lt;/a&gt; to pick out a new garbage can.  Now, I what I had in mind when I went into the store was the type of garbage can that has a step that opens it.  This, I figure, is something that Pup will not be able to decipher, and even if he one day can (although I really don't think he's that smart), it will definitely take him a long time.  What I was not prepared for, though, was how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt; these cans were!  I ended up having to spend over $60 on a stupid garbage can - a GARBAGE CAN.  GARBAGE goes in it - why is it so expensive??!??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually more of a price-comparison shopper, but I didn't have any more time to go anywhere else, and I didn't feel like enduring another evening of telling Pup to get his head out of the trash.  So I plunked down my Amex, and headed home with my can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was well-worth it, though.  Just to see Pup's face when I got home, took the new can out of the box, and put the garbage bag in it - and then just waited.  I waited for him to stroll over, and try to stick his head in it - and he couldn't get it open!!!!!  And then the glance at me, as if to say, "Well...what happened??  Why can't I get a snack out of here??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahahahahaha!  My evil plan worked!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-445222914905223018?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/445222914905223018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=445222914905223018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/445222914905223018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/445222914905223018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/11/lawnut-v-pup-garbage-can-et-al.html' title='LawNut v. 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Woo hoo!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-116319210764561399?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/116319210764561399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=116319210764561399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116319210764561399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116319210764561399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/11/gotta-give-shout-out-to.html' title='Gotta Give a Shout Out To...'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-116313222300933911</id><published>2006-11-09T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:45.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Calm Before the Shit Storm...Well, Sort Of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/Into-the-Eye-of-the-Storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/Into-the-Eye-of-the-Storm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost that time again.  You know...the time us law students all dread like the plague: exam time.  Right now is that erie (pun totally intended) calm before the storm - when you know the shit is going to hit the  fan in about 2.5 seconds, and you're trying to brace yourself for the brutalization that is going to ensue, but it doesn't matter how hard you try, it always slams you against the wall anyway.  That's how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, granted, as a 2L, I've been through all this before.  Three times to be exact (Fall, Spring AND Summer even though summer barely counts due to the utter lack of work that I put into studying over the summer - I mean, hellooooo the sand and ocean were calling!!).  But it doesn't seem to matter how many times it happens, finals time always seems to grip my chest like a ridiculous vice that keeps squeezing, slowly killing me a little more each time it rolls around.  I don't care that I've done it before - I'm still terrified.  It's November and I don't have a CLUE about what the hell is going on in Business Associations.  For all I know, the Prof hasn't spoken English all semester.  I'm sure I'll get the exam in front of me and think it's in Swahili too.  Great.  Can't wait for the fun that anal rape will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't avoid it.  I know I just have to suck it up, work on those @#(*$#)(#$* outlines, and just take the exams.  Hopefully I'll at least pass.  But God, I'm PANICKING.  PANICKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.....gotta calm down.....I have to warn you all though...the next couple of weeks?  Be prepared for really random, really angry posts.  Be afraid...be very afraid.  Because I sure as Hell am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-116313222300933911?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/116313222300933911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=116313222300933911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116313222300933911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116313222300933911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-calm-before-shit-stormwell-sort-of.html' title='It&apos;s the Calm Before the Shit Storm...Well, Sort Of'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-116277632874901457</id><published>2006-11-05T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:45.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Great Shows Everyone Should Be Watching</title><content type='html'>Two fantastic shows I recently discovered, and I wanted to put them out there because I haven't really heard anyone talking about it, and I really think they are conversation-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/dex.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/dex.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, &lt;a href="http://www.sho.com/site/dexter/characters.do"&gt;Dexter on Showtime&lt;/a&gt;, Sundays at 10pm. What a great show. It stars &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sixfeetunder/"&gt;Six Feet Under&lt;/a&gt;'s Michael C. Hall who once again further solidifies the fact that he is an epic actor. He plays a forensic blood-spatter expert in Miami who lives a secret double life as a vigilante killer of sorts. It's dark, it's morbid - it's perfect. For anyone who was a fan of Six Feet Under and Hall (I was one), I really think that you should give Dexter a whirl. Although the season is well under way, I'm sure you can catch the prior episodes On Demand and catch up on what you've missed. It's well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/chef_image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/chef_image1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, &lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/takehomechef/takehomechef.html"&gt;Take Home Chef on TLC&lt;/a&gt;, Fridays at 7pm (but I usually catch reruns on weekdays at 5pm). For those of you saying, "A cooking show??!" take note - this is no ordinary cooking show. The show revolves around this Aussie cook, Curtis Stone, who looks like a younger, hotter version of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rod_Stewart"&gt;Rod Stewart &lt;/a&gt;- and yes, I sure do think he's sexy.&lt;br /&gt;This tall drink of water stalks women out at the food store, and propositions them - if they take him home, he will help them cook a fabulous meal for her significant other/family. Some women actually say no (I really don't know why, I'd be all over this), but most say yes. So off they go - Curtis helps the women pick out the groceries, he graciously pays, they usually stop off at another store to get any cooking accessories necessary, and then they go home. The thing is, this chef almost always picks total MILFS to go home with. So while they start up cooking, there is &lt;em&gt;clear&lt;/em&gt; flirtation going on between the MILF and the Chef; and all that aside, this guy makes some phenomental-looking foods. The fun part is when the crew announces that the husband/boyfriend/whatever is approaching the house, and they get all ready to surprise him. He usually has this face on like "Why is there a camera crew in my kitchen? Why is there a young strapping man with my wife in my kitchen? Why is my wife wearing that really low cut shirt and drinking wine with the strapping young man??"&lt;br /&gt;Then it's all about the food as the Chef serves the couple and watches them eat up the yummy meal - although sometimes you get the feeling that the MILF might have wanted to gobble up more than the meal. Mmhmm. All in all, a super fun show, I always laugh when I watch, and then vow to do more cooking - and more visits to &lt;a href="http://www.wholefoods.com/"&gt;Whole Foods&lt;/a&gt;, of course, in the hopes of being picked up by the Chef!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-116277632874901457?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/116277632874901457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=116277632874901457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116277632874901457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116277632874901457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-great-shows-everyone-should-be.html' title='Two Great Shows Everyone Should Be Watching'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-116243270426190547</id><published>2006-11-01T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:45.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now This Just Makes Me Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been waiting QUITE some time for Yahoo Avatars to come around and add a Doberman Pinscher to their dog list so that I could put one in my Avatar.  The day has finally arrived.  As you can see at left, there I am (or my doppelganger), with a Doberman; but the Doberman looks like he's pissed off.  You can see his teeth.  He does NOT look like a nice, happy dog, which Pup is, and which most Doberman Pinschers are!  And this is what makes me oh so mad - it's things like this that promulgate the image people have of this breed of animal.  Doberman Pinschers are one of the most loyal, loving breeds of dog you will ever find.  A Doberman will give his life for you without a second thought, that is how much he loves and values you; but pictures of these wonderful creatures rarely depict this side of the Doberman, and it really is to society's detriment, because a lot of people are missing out on this wonderful breed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I will keep the Doberman in my Avatar because looks-wise this little guy more accurately reflects what Pup really looks like, I want to make it known that Doberman Pinschers are NOT inherently vicious, mean, or anything like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said.  Pup and I are going for a walk, and if we hear anything derogatory about Doberman Pinschers, we're crackin' skulls.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Kudos to whomever can guess that movie reference...  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-116243270426190547?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/116243270426190547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=116243270426190547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116243270426190547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116243270426190547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-this-just-makes-me-mad.html' title='Now This Just Makes Me Mad'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-116231187727305208</id><published>2006-10-31T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:44.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Without Internet - The Suffering is Legendary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/halloween.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/halloween.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I am FINALLY back online.  This last week without internet access has been a hellish misery unlike any that I would wish on ANYONE.  I have felt so out of touch with the world!  The thing is, I know that at some point in my life I did live without the internet.  I remember being a senior in high school and this thing called the internet was just starting to become common knowledge.  I know that I did research without it for school projects, and I managed to go a day without having to read email; but alas, that's not my life anymore.  So now that I'm finally back, I have so much to catch up on that I don't even know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Happy Halloween, of course.  No plans for me today except go to school, but I always like to give out candy to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I just got my hands on &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&amp;EAN=9780446528054&amp;amp;itm=1"&gt;Nicholas Sparks's newest book released yesterday, Dear John&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm already on page 60 (despite the fact that I have a TON of things to really read for school - I couldn't help myself, I had to start).  I won't make any comments about it until I'm done, though so as not to ruin it for anyone; but it's already shaping up to be a usual Sparks page-turner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, for lack of time I won't post my usual Bachelor run-down, but I'll just say this - Enzo is crazy getting rid of Agnese and not Lisa.  Um, HELLO - Lisa's friend shows up with a WEDDING DRESS during the hometown date - oh, because I'm SO sure that wasn't previously contrived; and it just HAPPENS to fit Lisa perfectly; and she has wedding mags strewn all about the apartment; and even Enzo admits that he was freaked out, while Lisa muses that she hopes that him seeing her in a wedding dress will help him realize that he can marry her??!?!?!?  WTF is going ON????!?!?!  And he KEEPS this nut job??  Frankly, I don't even know if I can go on with this season - the options are the Out-of-her-mind Lisa, the Virgin Flower Sadie (tons of fun that would be), and Jennifer from Miami with the father that is ready to blow Enzo's brains out.  Looks like slim pickins to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H A P P Y        H A L L O W E E N !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/23678239-116231187727305208?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/116231187727305208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=116231187727305208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116231187727305208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116231187727305208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-without-internet-suffering-is.html' title='Life Without Internet - The Suffering is Legendary'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-116172529989750427</id><published>2006-10-24T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:44.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor Round-Up Episode 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;So sorry for the late post - my internet at home as been on the fritz and I haven't been able to access it all day.  Needless to say, I'm internet-starved at this point.  So without further ado, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great episode last night of The Bachelor.  All the girls are asked two questions that they have to answer in private, and they're told that someone will judge their answers and determine who gets the one-on-one dates with Lorenzo based on those answers, but they're not told who the judge will be.  The questions are, who deserves the least to be a princess, and who is the least sincere girl in the house?  The answers come through pretty much unanimously for Lisa, of course, since she's such a faker.  And who was the ominous judge?  None other than our little socialite Erica!  Although I usually can't stand her, she was fun last night, taking out her little notebook to take "notes" while the girls gave answers, and greeting them all after the questionnaire with a very Paris Hilton-like "What's up, bitches??" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so she gives the one-on-one dates to Sadie and Jennifer, with the rest of the girls going on a group date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie and Enzo had a really nice date together.  She actually got in the plane that he was flying, which I found to be impressive, only because I'd be all about telling him I wasn't going anywhere with him in that puddle jumper; but then again, I'm not feening to be a "princess."  Then they went in some hot tub together, had dinner, talked a little more about the whole virginity thing, and then she went really out on a limb and said that she could tell he wanted to kiss her all night long, so that he should do it.  I thought that was a pretty bold move - but because she's always so cute about everything, it didn't come off as too forward or slutty.  Of course, he gives her a rose which means a hometown date.  Personally, I'm excited for this because I wanted to see Enzo in San Diego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was the group date.  It was a really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; group date.  Enzo decided on a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toga party&lt;/span&gt; ("You know what we need?"  "TOGA PARTY!!!!"  "TOGA!  TOGA!!"  How come no one on the show made an Animal House reference??  HELLOOOOOO????).  They got on chariots and raced one another, the winner being the recipient of a "wish" from Enzo.  Personally, I was upset about this because I hate seeing horses being used for stupid things such as fictional chariot races, in the same way that I hate seeing animals at the zoo; but the dumbest thing about the chariot racing was that they weren't even really racing each other, because there was a dude at the helm of the chariot who was really driving the thing.  So when Jeanette won, she really didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;win;&lt;/span&gt; but whatever. Ok so she gets a wish and it was really stupid, she just wanted Lorenzo to "have fun" with the whole rose ceremony thing.  DUR!!!  I'd have to be like "You're coming home with me, bitch!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Jennifer and Enzo go on their one-on-one date, and that seemed really nice too, and of course Enzo made out with her, because that's what he does with every girl, apparently.  They also rode around in a horse-drawn carriage (again, I cringe), and I couldn't help but notice that it looked like Jennifer was carrying around a bottle of beer in the carriage.  Was that really a 40??!  Alcohol never seems to be scarce where Lorenzo is near.  I guess that's a Bachelor staple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok rose ceremony time - ciao FINALLY to Desiree (really more than time to get rid of that one), and Jeanette (Enzo must not have been impressed by her "wish).  So next week are the hometown dates with Agnese, Lisa, Sadie and Jennifer.  Personally, I think that Agnese's hometown date will be the best one, because there is NOTHING finer in life than a situation in which you cannot communicate with your in-laws/potential in-laws.  Nothing.  Lorenzo may really have hit the jackpot with this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/gallery.html"&gt;ABC's Bachelor site&lt;/a&gt; sucks and they haven't posted any pics from last night's episode.  So this post will have to go picture-less.  Too many apologies today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two final thoughts - my posting this week will likely be sparse due to my internet difficulties, so I apologize in advance; but on a happier note, I made the weekly &lt;a href="http://divineangst.blawgcoop.com/archives/2006/10/weekly_law_scho_9.html"&gt;Law School Roundup&lt;/a&gt;!!  Woo hoo!!!  Check it!&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/23678239-116172529989750427?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/116172529989750427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=116172529989750427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116172529989750427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116172529989750427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/10/bachelor-round-up-episode-4.html' title='Bachelor Round-Up Episode 4'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-116131074471604874</id><published>2006-10-19T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:44.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on the Importance of First Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I've been meaning to blog about this topic for a week or so now, and haven't had the time to do it.  So I had a couple of minutes now, and I want to get this out there before finals start looming on the horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I don't usually preach about what people should do in law school/not do in law school, because let's face it, I'm no expert just because I survived one year; but, I do know what works and what doesn't work to some extent, and I see now, in retrospect, how the 1L year is so important.  So important.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;My advice to all 1Ls out there is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Concentrate on your exams.  Don't worry about anything else on this earth but your exams this semester.  How you do this semester will set the tone for the rest of your year.  If you do well, you will feel much more confident that you know how to manage your workload.  You will feel more adept at making comments in class.  You will know what to expect for Spring semester finals, and you will know that you can and will be prepared.  Focus on your exams this semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Start your outlining early.  Don't leave it all for the end, don't ask some 2L for his/her outlines from last year, don't get the outlines from BarBri.  Make your own.  The best way to study is in making those stupid outlines.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;After Christmas break, start looking for a job for next summer - a law-related job, people, not working at the local Dairy Queen.  A law job of some sort, any sort, paid or unpaid, will really give you something to talk about during on campus interviews next year.  I know it's a lot of thinking ahead, but law school is all about thinking ahead.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Finally, you don't really have to think about this right now, but do the journal competition at the end of the your first year.  You have no idea how many doors will open for you if you make it onto a journal, and how many more doors will close if you don't even try.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Most importantly, however, make good friends.  Find a good group of a few people that you can count on to study with, to bounce issues off of, and to just be there for you in general.  Law school can be a lonely, isolating place, but some good friends can really help in terms of getting through it all, and doing it successfully.  There will be days that you feel like an utter failure (and those days are probably many), and it's those good people around you that will remind you that you're not, and will remind you why you wanted to do this in the first place.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I'm hopping off of my soapbox now; but I hope all you 1Ls out there take this advice to heart, because it's quite true.  Start outlining this month - focus on your finals, not stupid school drama - bond with some people in the course of studying and making it through the day - guaranteed, you'll all be fine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;May the force be with you!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-116131074471604874?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/116131074471604874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=116131074471604874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116131074471604874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116131074471604874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/10/reflections-on-importance-of-first.html' title='Reflections on the Importance of First Year'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-116122066350425976</id><published>2006-10-18T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:44.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can We Even Compete?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I knew that this was done to professional pictures, but it only reinforces why "real" women can't compete with the media-induced ideal of "beauty." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/00nhKwv4M5Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/00nhKwv4M5Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-116122066350425976?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/116122066350425976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=116122066350425976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116122066350425976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116122066350425976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-can-we-even-compete.html' title='How Can We Even Compete?'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-116109302065733847</id><published>2006-10-17T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:44.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor Round-Up Episode 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/bachelor.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/bachelor.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Another juicy episode straight from Borghese mansion last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, Jami and Lorenzo go on a one-on-one date.  She sings him some opera, which I thought sounded God-awful.  Lorenzo claimed that it was th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;e best opera he had ever heard (what a crock).  The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;n they sit down and watch some real opera and dance to it.  It all looked really nice, despite the fact that Jami looked like she could have crushed Lorenzo, then flung him over her shoulder and walked out of there.  Perhaps that is what spurred Lorenzo to say to her that it was like "dancing with my sister," and so dismissed her.  As usual, we were subjected to the tearful reaction of the rejected woman, who always claims that there is someone out there for her, somewhere.  Really, did you think that your one and only soul mate was going to be this guy on The Bachelor??  Are you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; disappointed??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Then Enzo rounds up all the girls, with the exception of Erica and Agnese, for a group date.  They go to Tuscany for some wine tasting, which actually looked really fun.  During the date, Jeanette chatted Enzo up a bit, which he obviously liked, and Sadie decided to tell him that she was a virgin, which he seemed to take pretty well (although you know inside he's going, "WTF, ABC???  You send me a VIRGIN?????")  Then, as a kicker, during his "alone time" with Lisa, he asks her if he could kiss her - and of course she says yes - and they kiss for a few seconds.  The kiss looked pretty nice, but Enzo seems to be planting these left and right lately, so I don't know that it really means anything.  However, at the end of the day, Lorenzo gives the pre-ceremony rose to Jeanette, and Lisa was all sorts of upset about tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t - come on, Lis, you can't get EVERY rose.  Oh, and of course we were once again privy to h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;er "life plan" as she said that things were going according to schedule.  Honestly, hearing her say those things put visions of &lt;a href="http://www.smurf.com/infos/who/qui5.html"&gt;Gargamel&lt;/a&gt; in my head, I heard villain music in the background, and could almost see her rubbing her palms together laughing, "Bwaahahahahahahahha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/gargamel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/gargamel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The party somehow moves into the bedroom where the girls and Enzo play Truth or Dare, do some body shots (off of Enzo), and Sadie asks on Truth who Enzo has kissed.  In turn, the tricky Italian answers that he has kissed each and every one of them - and Sadie is clearly frustrated with herself that she was duped and didn't word her question better.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Enzo pulls Jennifer aside (who I think looks like a blonde &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001182/"&gt;Carmen Electra&lt;/a&gt;), and chats with her.  She gets all teary-eyed when she starts telling him about the kids she teaches - WHATEVER - yea, I'm sure she likes her students that much.  Nice act!!!  Lorenzo seemed to fall for it, though and gave her a kiss on the lips before they headed back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Erica and Agnese get word that they're going on a two-on-one date with Lorenzo, and that one of them is going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; home after the date.  Erica again goes on her personal rants about how she's the best one for Enzo, blah blah blah.  Also she starts babbling about how Agnese understands her the best because she speaks English with an Italian accent for her??  And she says things to Agnese like "Ok, me go to sleep now."  WTF??????  Erica, Agnese is not RETARDED.  Stop talking to her like she is!!&lt;br /&gt;The three of them traipse off for their date, but Lorenzo changes his mind and decides that he wants to stay in with the girls instead of going out in Rome.  I would have been bummed.  They change into his loungy-clothes, and then they chat - Lorenzo muses how impressed he is with Agnese's English lately, which clearly seals the deal for him regarding her, since that was always his misgiving, that he didn't know if he could communicate with her.  She was really cute too when she said that she had been practicing with a book that he gave her.  Have I mentioned that she's my pick for the winner?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Finally then Lorenzo seems to come to his senses and gives the pre-ceremony rose to Agnese, sending Erica back to her socialite life.  She starts whining and crying the whole way out, ROLLS DOWN THE WINDOW of the limo and is STILL harping on to Lorenzo about how he made a huge mistake.  Lorenzo had a face on like "Bitch, shut up.  Driver??  Please take off....NOW."&lt;br /&gt;Then, on the drive to God-knows-where, Erica busts out with some crocodile tears about how this was supposed to be the one - seriously, girl, shut that hole in your face.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Before the night is over, Enzo and Agnese watch fireworks from the balcony (which obviously scared her when they first started, but made her all that much more endearing), and her and Enzo did some serious making out.  Nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who did Lorenzo give the boot to this week besides Amazon Jami and Paris Hilton Wanna Be Erica?  He FINALLY got rid of Gina!  YES!  We don't have to see her face anymore when she scrunches up her lips and looks like she smells shit.  Unfortch, Enzo STILL kept around "babybabybaby" Desiree - WHY???????????  I'm hoping she hits the road next week.  He should just hurry up and bang her and get it over with, since that's clearly the only thing he wants from her.  Then he can send her home without any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next week!!&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/23678239-116109302065733847?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/116109302065733847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=116109302065733847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116109302065733847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116109302065733847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/10/bachelor-round-up-episode-3.html' title='Bachelor Round-Up Episode 3'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-116092811025552206</id><published>2006-10-15T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:43.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's LawNut Listening To?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/video-ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/video-ipod.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I was going to post about something else today, but now I don't feel like it because it requires me to sit here and think about substance.  So I'm stealing this from &lt;a href="http://chroniclesofabachelor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dustin&lt;/a&gt; and I'm calling it a day -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 songs from your iPod/iTunes on shuffle mode -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Killers - "Bones"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a good song off the newest album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Modest Mouse - "Float On"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of College Roomie for some reason, and of going running in the park with BFF a few years back.  I still love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Bravery - "Honest Mistake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a great song to put in the car while you're driving off to someplace fun, like down the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Madonna - "Dress You Up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love a little old school Madonna???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Animotion - "Obsession"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend like you don't know the words too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Al Green - "Let's Stay Together"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song always reminds me of Pulp Fiction when Butch is talking to Marcellus Wallace...what a great scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dave Matthews Band - "Tripping Billies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome tune - it doesn't get any better than "eat, drink, and be merry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. New Order - "Morning Sun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of American Psycho (one of my fav movies of all time), from the scene when Patrick Bateman is in the club and tells the bartender he wants to kill her and then "play with her blood."  haaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Red Hot Chili Peppers - "Hard to Concentrate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great song off of their latest album - really gets in my head and I find myself humming it all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tegan and Sara - "I Know I Know I Know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this band - and this song just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.&lt;br /&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/23678239-116092811025552206?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/116092811025552206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=116092811025552206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116092811025552206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116092811025552206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-lawnut-listening-to.html' title='What&apos;s LawNut Listening To?'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-116050684270114291</id><published>2006-10-10T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:43.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Evite, It's Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/invite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/320/invite.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I have come to hate &lt;a href="http://www.evite.com"&gt;Evite&lt;/a&gt; because of the drama that ensues when people don't reply - so I found &lt;a href="http://retailcubiclehell.blogspot.com/2006/10/rsvp.html"&gt;Cubicle Dweller's post today&lt;/a&gt; to be quite the hoot. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/23678239-116050684270114291?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/116050684270114291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=116050684270114291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116050684270114291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116050684270114291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-not-evite-its-me.html' title='It&apos;s Not Evite, It&apos;s Me'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-116050133823993526</id><published>2006-10-10T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:30.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor Round-Up - Episode 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/bachelor.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/400/bachelor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;This is the crappiest picture ever that I could find for this week's episode because ABC's website is still not exactly cooperating; but I was all set to blog about The Bachelor today, so that's what I'm going to do, damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so...Agnese has apparently figured out that riveting conversation isn't going to be the way to win Lorenzo over - so she decides to start making out with him instead.  I'm disappointed in Agnese - she was the first one to kiss him, and I thought she moved in on it too soon; but then again, she can't really wow him with her way with words, so I guess that's all she's got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desiree continues to irritate the crap out of me.  How about you say "baby" one more time??  She was clearly pulling out all the stops when she tried to entice Lorenzo with tales of how she likes to stop by her man's office for a little wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am.  Lorenzo didn't seem impressed.  Somehow, though, he still gave her a rose.  WHY??  There's SOMETHING wrong with this man when he quips, "I haven't been called baby since I was in dipers but when Desiree jumps around and calls me baby, I like it."  Um....gag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica...Erica Erica Erica...PLEEEAASSSEEE stop trying to be Paris Hilton.  Please!  First she tells Lorenzo all about her first sexual encounter.  Then she tells Lorenzo that she judges people who haven't had the opportunities she has had (because that's obviously those people's fault).  Then she stands there at the rose ceremony looking pathetic and just God-awful and he STILL gives her a rose!  WHY????  What is WRONG with this man??  Is he high?  Is he blind?  Is he deaf and dumb?  Perhaps all of the above?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear old 'Enzo also gave a rose to Gina, and again, I cannot for the life of me decipher why.  Every time we see Gina, particularly at the rose ceremonies, she has this face on like she's been eating ass for the majority of the day and can't get the taste out of her mouth.  I don't know why he seems to want to keep this chick around, but then again, I can't figure out a lot of Enzo's motivations for keeping a lot of these women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jami also got a rose this week.  While I originally liked Jami, and I haven't really changed my mind too much about her, I got the impression this week that this is a "big girl."  Not "big" as in "fat," but "big" as in she looks a little mammoth compared to Enzo.  Maybe he likes to be dominated.  Because if that's the case, she looks like she might be game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette didn't really strike me as pretty the first time around, but looking at her again last night, and especially on the beach with her hair a little messy, I have to say I think she might be cute; but she hasn't busted out with any atrocities yet, so we'll keep an eye on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer wowed Lorenzo with her ex-cheerleader jump in a bikini.  Yea...I'll bet it was her stimulating convo that got her a rose pre-ceremony.  Mmhmm...right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa got the first one on one date, and it seemed to go over really well.  In addition, it culminated with her getting a pre-ceremony rose as well.  The only thing is, Lorenzo went on about how he hated when people have "life plans," and Lisa kept very tight-lipped about her own life plans.  Gee, Lis...maybe it's time that you divulge to dear Enzi how you want to be engaged for a year, married in two, kids in three, divorced in four, etc.  I think now might be the time that he wants to get to know the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; you; and it seems she may be getting a little over-confident with Lorenzo, because she steals him away before the rose ceremony (even though she already had a rose and didn't need the last-minute face time), and even dared to get snotty with some of the other girls, who ultimately called her out on it and made her cry.  Waaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Sadie - Sadie also got a pre-ceremony rose, and it came out during girl talk that she's a virgin.  While I personally don't understand how she has managed to come all this way through life without ever having had sex, and more importantly I don't understand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; she would do that to herself, I think her decision should be respected, and I think she handled it very well when she tried to change the subject by saying, "Let's move on."  I think I liked her a little bit more this episode than I originally did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who did Lorenzo send a-packing?  Ellen, Kim, and Sarah.  I don't really understand why he got rid of Ellen and Sarah, except for the fact that they were the two oldest women, and maybe he doesn't want anyone 30 or over.  That theory would actually really fit his thus-far shallow impression that he's making.  The only rejection that I have to agree with is his booting of Kim - Kim was something else last night.  She got wasted on the group date on the beach, passed out on a beach chair, and when she came to, she was practically speaking in another language and thought that Lorenzo was a waiter.  Honey, that's not going to win you points - this isn't Girls Gone Wild; and it looks like maybe Kim was just short on sleep during the week, because at the rose ceremony pre-party, Kim again fell asleep on Enzo's bed while everyone else was partying it up.  Yea....I think he made the right decision by sending her home to nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I'm not really getting the best impression of Lorenzo here.  All he can ever say about the girls are how beautiful they are.  Ok, we get it!  The girls are beautiful!!  But that's not what this is all about - you're supposed to be getting to know them and see them for who they are, Prince Charming.  Every moment he can he gushes about how he is the luckiest man alive to find girls in his bed, to watch girls tackle each other in bikinis, to have girls jumping up and down as he lands his helicopter.  I don't think Lorenzo is really here for the right reasons...whatever those right reasons might be for exposing your love life on national television. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.  This show is like a car accident - as much as I'd like to turn away from the horror, you know I'll keep looking and tune in again next week. &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/23678239-116050133823993526?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/116050133823993526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=116050133823993526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116050133823993526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116050133823993526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/10/bachelor-round-up-episode-2.html' title='Bachelor Round-Up - Episode 2'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-116045209596365484</id><published>2006-10-09T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:30.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rshrhsrhsrhsr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Was totally all set to give my Bachelor run-down, but &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/"&gt;ABC&lt;/a&gt; hasn't updated their site yet tonight, and I don't want to post old links/pics.  Le sigh...will have to wait until tomorrow then.  I guess since I have a few minutes I'll email &lt;a href="http://retailcubiclehell.blogspot.com/"&gt;College Roomie&lt;/a&gt; before she thinks I've contracted the plague and died. &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/23678239-116045209596365484?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/116045209596365484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=116045209596365484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116045209596365484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116045209596365484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/10/rshrhsrhsrhsr.html' title='Rshrhsrhsrhsr'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-116024910602703392</id><published>2006-10-07T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:30.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm driving the bus down to Hell...who's with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/churchsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/400/churchsign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-116024910602703392?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/116024910602703392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=116024910602703392&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116024910602703392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116024910602703392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-wrong.html' title='So Wrong...'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-116004883244334971</id><published>2006-10-05T07:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:30.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ART, You Dummies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/david.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Caught &lt;a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/news/city/collin/frisco/stories/DN-nakedcomplaint_24cco.ART0.North.Edition1.3e87f61.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on the news this morning and couldn't believe it:  a teacher was apparently was reprimanded for taking a 5th grade class to the &lt;a href="http://www.dallasmuseumofart.org/Dallas_Museum_of_Art/index.htm"&gt;Dallas Museum of Art&lt;/a&gt;, where it appears that one of the children was "offended" by some nude artwork, and the kid's parent subsequently complained that going to this museum and showing kids nudes was offensive.  Offensive??  It's ARTWORK.  First of all, it's a penis and/or a vagina and boobs, ok?  It's nothing weird or crazy, there is no sexual connotation to the artwork that shows these parts.  If your 5th grader doesn't know that girls have vaginas and boys have penises, maybe you need to start having the birds and bees talk with him/her.  Secondly - some of the world's most famous and revered art is of nudes!  Hello, Michelangelo's David??  His penis is hanging out!  So what??  I think that is ultimately the problem in this country with sex - people are so uptight about sex, and nudity that it creates this sense of taboo for our children, so that when they're 13 years old, they start banging everything in sight instead of respecting themselves.  Why do they do this?  Because their parents and all other adults tiptoe around the idea of sexuality.  There is nothing wrong with nude artwork, people, and there is certainly nothing wrong with exposing 10 year olds to famous and important artwork.  Perhaps we should stick loincloths on all nude artwork, including David.  Maybe that would be "PG" enough for these people.  Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing - if this teacher took these kids to a museum on a field trip, I would imagine that there was some sort of consent form involved which the parents had to sign; and on that consent form, I would also imagine that it would be divulged that the kids were to visit the Dallas Museum of Art.  Now, I've never been to the Dallas Museum of Art; but if I was told that my children (if I had any) were going to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art, or the Museum of Modern Art, for example, I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that there would be some sort of nude artwork that they would see there.  Just from being an intelligent person and having visited the museum myself.  So perhaps this says something about the level of intelligence of the parents that are making such a big stink about this.  Perhaps &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; need to take a visit to this cultural haven and check out the artwork that they've got their panties in a bunch over, and realize that it's not offensive, or wrong, or weird, or any of those things.  Rant over.&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/23678239-116004883244334971?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/116004883244334971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=116004883244334971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116004883244334971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116004883244334971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-art-you-dummies.html' title='It&apos;s ART, You Dummies!'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-116000448578669371</id><published>2006-10-04T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:30.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise Chronicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/treadmillrunning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/treadmillrunning.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I got this in an email today and I thought I would post it because I found it hysterical - here's to everyone (myself included), who can't ever seem to get some consistent motivation for working out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday this year, my husband (the dear) purchased a&lt;br /&gt;week of personal training at the local gym for me . Although I am still in great shape since my track and field days some 35 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the gym and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Damon, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My husband seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The gym encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my day at 6:00 am. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Damon waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god - with blond hair, seductive eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Damon gave me a tour and showed me the machines.&lt;br /&gt;He took my pulse after five minutes on the treadmill and was alarmed that it was so fast, but I attribute it to standing next to him in his gym top and bulging shorts. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring.  Damon was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.&lt;br /&gt;Damon made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbl y on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Damon's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;It's a whole new life for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a&lt;br /&gt;hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I ran over the gym manager in the parking lot. Damon was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for this early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so he put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Damon told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other shit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late; it took me that long to tie my shoes. Damon took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the women's change room. He sent Cheryl to find me, then, as punishment, put me on the rowing machine - which I sank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that bastard Damon more than any human being has ever hated another human being in the history of the world. Stupid, masochistic gym-jock if there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it. He wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the fricken barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.  (Which I am sure you learned in the sadist school you attended and graduated magna cum laude from.) The treadmill flung me off and I landed on the nutrition adviso r. Why couldn't it have been someone big and soft, like an ice-cream salesman or a fireman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon left a message on my answering machine in his grating,&lt;br /&gt;whining voice, wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing him made me want to smash the machine with my rolling pin. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go&lt;br /&gt;and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year&lt;br /&gt;my husband (the bastard) will choose a gift for me that is fun -like a&lt;br /&gt;root canal or a pap smear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-116000448578669371?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/116000448578669371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=116000448578669371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116000448578669371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/116000448578669371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/10/exercise-chronicles.html' title='Exercise Chronicles'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115988145898683563</id><published>2006-10-03T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:29.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor is Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/bachelor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/bachelor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I am a &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/index.html"&gt;Bachelor&lt;/a&gt; junkie.  I always love it.  I have to watch every single episode and analyze the bachelor's choices, the girls, etc.  So you can imagine my excitement when I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt; found out that the Bachelor was starting up again last night!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very&lt;/span&gt; exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I think the new bachelor, Prince Lorenzo, is totally smoking.  I don't care that he doesn't speak Italian and doesn't even live in Italy.  He's hot.  Plus he seems genuine, which is more than I can say for the last Bachelor, who was one of the most expressionless people I had ever seen in television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my rundown on the girls and my predictions for where they'll get in this game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/bios/9/agnese.html"&gt;Agnese&lt;/a&gt; - this girl was one of the two Italian beauties that ABC threw in as a monkey wrench for Lorenzo.  She's my personal pick for the winner.  There seems to be a language barrier because she doesn't speak that much English, and Lord knows that Lorenzo can barely say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;al dente&lt;/span&gt;, but still - she is absolutely gorgeous, and there is an innocence about her that I don't think Lorenzo is going to find with any of the American girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/bios/9/desiree.html"&gt;Desiree&lt;/a&gt; - Didn't like this girl one bit.  She just seems kind of slutty, what with her calling Lorenzo "baby," and doing this Vegas-style dance for him; but because Lorenzo is a man, of course he gave her a rose.  She won't win, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/bios/9/ellen.html"&gt;Ellen&lt;/a&gt; - Definitely liked this chick.  At 30, she's a little older than most of the girls this season, but I think that can be a good thing.  I don't think that these 22 year old chippies are really that serious about trying to find someone to settle down with (then again, if you're on the Bachelor, are you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that serious&lt;/span&gt; about trying to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; find someone??), and I think that a real woman can be a turn-on for a guy like Lorenzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/bios/9/erica.html"&gt;Erica&lt;/a&gt; - UGH.  This girl is a Paris Hilton wanna be.  And there is enough Paris in Paris to go around, we don't need any more.  In addition, she is a "socialite," whatever that means.  She was even wearing a TIARA.  Lorenzo, please send this girl back home on coach.  Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/bios/9/gina.html"&gt;Gina&lt;/a&gt; - Not too sure about her.  I think she might be too catty.  She had an ugly-ass face on when the Italian girls came out.  Yes, they are prettier than you.  So what?  Is there a need to scrunch up your face on national TV in disapproval?  I think she'll go home relatively soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/bios/9/jami.html"&gt;Jami&lt;/a&gt; - Definitely cute, has a great Texas accent, and looks to be a nice girl.  I'm hoping she'll stick around for a while, at least long enough to get to know her a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/bios/9/jeanette.html"&gt;Jeanette&lt;/a&gt; - I didn't think this girl was too pretty, actually.  She's definitely optimized for the show, but in the end, after you take away the makeup and the hair gets washed, I think she might be kind of ugly first thing in the morning.  Again, didn't really get to know her too well (except I thought that heinous red dress she was wearing was, well, heinous), but we'll see as the show evolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/bios/9/jennifer.html"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt; - I don't really have an opinion on this girl...is she the one that goes psycho as the season goes along??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/bios/9/kim.html"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; - I didn't think this girl was very pretty, again, might be a disaster first thing in the morning; but maybe she's nice, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/bios/9/lisa.html"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt; - Ok, totally loved this girl; and apparently Lorenzo did too, since he gave her the very first rose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; an awesome pair of 2 carat diamond earrings (bling, bling!!).  She and Lorenzo hugged a tree together which I thought was totally cute, and she is super cute, super bubbly, and if I had my way, it would be her and Agnese to the final two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/bios/9/sadie.html"&gt;Sadie&lt;/a&gt; - Not a fan.  This girl is a total &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0727961/"&gt;Kelly Ripa&lt;/a&gt; wanna be, and you know what?  There is only one Kelly Ripa.  So stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/bios/9/sarah.html"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; - The whole Canadian "eh" thing bothers me.  I don't think Lorenzo is going to be able to put up with it for that much longer either.  I predict she won't get a one-on-one date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it!!  One final thought, however, on a girl that didn't get picked, &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/bios/9/rosella.html"&gt;Rosella&lt;/a&gt;.  She mentioned that she sold her car to go on the show.  Sold her car??!?!?!  First of all, what kind of car are you selling to go on the Bachelor??  Secondly, why isn't ABC paying for all those dresses that they have to wear and whatnot?  It probably costs them $1 mil to make the show, give or take, but they probably take in 10 times that much in revenue - WTF??  They can't help these girls out with the costs of being on the show?   Weird.  Personally, I was thrilled that he didn't give her a rose - that's what you get for selling your car!  Hope her first stop on her way back home was the used car dealership.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-115988145898683563?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115988145898683563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115988145898683563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115988145898683563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115988145898683563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/10/bachelor-is-back.html' title='The Bachelor is Back!!!'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115953033108226499</id><published>2006-09-29T07:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:29.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Trans Fats in Restaurants Be Banned?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/story.fries.gi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/story.fries.gi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/HEALTH/09/26/trans.fat.ban.ap/index.html"&gt;NY has recently taken it upon itself to consider a ban on restaurants' use of trans fatty acids in its cooking processes because of the health risks associated with eating foods cooking in these oils&lt;/a&gt;.  The logic behind this proposed ban is that trans fatty acids are unhealthy in any amount, and that restaurants can substitute the ingredient with other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the right thing to do, though?  What's next?  Should there be a ban on cigarettes in general because there is no amount of smoking that is good for you?  Don't all these bans infringe on people's right to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt; what they want to do?  I understand that obesity is a huge problem in this country, as is heart disease, and these issues are being primarily promulgated by Americans' poor eating habits; but are we to ban everything that might be potentially hazardous to your health because people can't make an intelligent decision about what is good for them?  Drinking alcohol in excess is also not good for you - should we go back to the times of Prohibition and ban alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't condone restaurants doing things that are unhealthy for its patrons, of course; but I think that a ban on trans fatty acids goes beyond protecting consumers.  I think it opens the door for having the government make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too many&lt;/span&gt; choices for us, and it creates a slippery slope that just might culminate in Americans losing rights in the most simple of situations.&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/23678239-115953033108226499?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115953033108226499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115953033108226499&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115953033108226499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115953033108226499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/09/should-trans-fats-in-restaurants-be.html' title='Should Trans Fats in Restaurants Be Banned?'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115940030400432665</id><published>2006-09-27T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:29.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come On, Shake Your Body, Baby - Do That Conga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/conga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/conga.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday when I was leaving school and was walking through the parking garage to my car, I noticed a very loud drumming sound.  The closer I got to my car, the louder it became.  By the time I arrived at my car, it was nearly deafening.  I glanced to the right corner of the floor on which I was parked, and saw the offending drummer - one of the people in my class, drumming on a set of CONGA DRUMS, outside of his car - and the worst part was, there were various (hippie) students surrounding him, all dancing and thrashing about as if there might have been a bonfire nearby.  It was QUITE a strange scene.  Meanwhile, I know I gave them the "WTF" face and hopped into my car, speeding out of there right quick before they recruited me for some good old Kumbaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/group_lcg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/group_lcg.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;In other news, yesterday while I was at the food store, I decided to once and for all invest in a hair product that I've had my eye on for a while: &lt;a href="http://johnfrieda.com/products/products_main.asp?section=products&amp;subSection=lcg&amp;amp;lineID=5"&gt;John Frieda Color Glaze&lt;/a&gt;. I'll be honest, I read some horrid reviews of it on various websites, but my curiosity was still piqued (and it doesn't help that &lt;a href="http://www.instyle.com/instyle/flash"&gt;Instyle magazine&lt;/a&gt; has these big ads for it that always seem to catch my eye).  So I decided, what the hey, it was only $8.99 and I figured if I hated it, I would return it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used it last night for the first time, and I have to say - I was impressed!  While the reviews are on target that it can get somewhat messy, I found that if I tip my head upside down and THEN apply the product to my hair, the mess is much less.  I also agree with further reviews that a flip-top bottle would be more helpful in the shower than the screw-top cap currently on the product; but all that aside, it made my hair smell AWESOME - kind of coconutty - I wanted to be smelling my hair all day long; and while I didn't see a tremendous color change today (it says that it takes a few uses for that), I did notice that my hair &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seemed&lt;/span&gt; a little more brown-ie, and it certainly was super soft and healthy-feeling.  I will definitely continue to use it, and will keep you all posted as to my "color results" in about a week's time!&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/23678239-115940030400432665?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115940030400432665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115940030400432665&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115940030400432665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115940030400432665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/09/come-on-shake-your-body-baby-do-that.html' title='Come On, Shake Your Body, Baby - Do That Conga!'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115927886427216911</id><published>2006-09-26T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:29.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet College Roomie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;She's finally done it!!  After much suggestion, College Roomie decided to make a blog of her own - and I guarantee everyone who enjoys this blog will love hers!  College Roomie is one of the funniest people I have ever met, and it definitely comes through in her writing - check her out at &lt;a href="http://retailcubiclehell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cubicle Hell&lt;/a&gt;!  (Her blog name is &lt;a href="http://retailcubiclehell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cubicle Dweller&lt;/a&gt;, but she'll always me College Roomie to me.)  :-)&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/23678239-115927886427216911?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115927886427216911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115927886427216911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115927886427216911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115927886427216911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/09/meet-college-roomie.html' title='Meet College Roomie!!'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115913812687724066</id><published>2006-09-24T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:29.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LawNut v. Evil Mother-In-Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/motherinlaw.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/motherinlaw.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This weekend I had the good fortune of having to spend some quality time with Evil Mother in Law.  Evil Mother in Law is the bane of my existence.  Most of the time, I can forget that she is even there; but then it's times like this weekend, where I am forced to put on the "I'm so happy to see you" smile and pretend to be absolutely fascinated by her boring stories that I have heard a million times, that I am reminded of just how much I dislike this woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil Mother in Law is just about as bad as they come.  She absolutely hates me, and doesn't even try to hide her complete and utter loathing of me.  The funny thing is, I don't even know why she hates me with such fervor.  I mean, ok so I'm overly opinionated (what lawyer-to-be isn't??), and I'm not afraid to voice that opinion; but is that a reason to hate your daughter-in-law and shun her and your son completely out of your life?  I don't think that it is.  Because what it all comes down to is that your son is happy, and Hubby and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; happy; but Evil Mother in Law doesn't see this.  All she can see are my flaws, and she doesn't even bother to try to look for the good things that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you can't make everyone happy, and that not everyone will always like you; and I've been around long enough to know that not everyone likes opinionated people; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; I do think that regardless of how Evil Mother in Law truly feels about me, that she should make more of a concerted effort to not just pretend to like me, but maybe try to look past her pre-conceived notions and realize that I'm not as bad as she thinks I am, and that no matter what, clearly Hubby saw something in me that was good - and she should try to see that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hopefully there won't have to be any more Evil Mother in Law encounters until at least Christmas...&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/23678239-115913812687724066?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115913812687724066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115913812687724066&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115913812687724066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115913812687724066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/09/lawnut-v-evil-mother-in-law.html' title='LawNut v. Evil Mother-In-Law'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115875191282525380</id><published>2006-09-20T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:29.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard at School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Girl to Boy: "I wonder, if we had sex in the Law Review office, if we would get kicked out of school?  Or just Law Review?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.........&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/23678239-115875191282525380?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115875191282525380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115875191282525380&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115875191282525380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115875191282525380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/09/overheard-at-school.html' title='Overheard at School'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115858490914423325</id><published>2006-09-18T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:29.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Quit This Bitch Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/photo-computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/photo-computer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What is going on, Bloggers??  There are a lot of us leaving Blogland to pursue other activities, such as life away from our keyboards; but what about the friends that we make in Blogland?  What about the relationships we cultivate?  Are we to abandon those, move on without ever looking back, and resume our non-virtual lives carefree?  Is this the hedonistic life that Bloggers are wanting to live??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that it's curtains for one of my favorite blogs, &lt;a href="http://liberalbanana.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Liberal Banana&lt;/a&gt;.  She's just one in a sea of what I find to be many in the last couple of months, and I'm devastated.  As my Blogroll dwindles, I wonder what the future of our little rant-forum is, and what will become of us all.  Who will we bitch to?  If we bitch and no one is reading, are we really even bitching??&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/23678239-115858490914423325?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115858490914423325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115858490914423325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115858490914423325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115858490914423325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-quit-this-bitch-part-ii.html' title='I Quit This Bitch Part II'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115842397265527534</id><published>2006-09-16T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:29.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Men Are Really Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/bang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/bang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I got &lt;a href="http://unix.rulez.org/%7Ecalver/funny/swf/ijustwantbangbangbang.swf"&gt;this in an email&lt;/a&gt; and I just can't stop watching it and laughing.  I don't even know what is that funny about it, but there's just something hysterical about it!  If you like it, be sure to check out the credits at the end (wanted to make sure to give the proper credit to whomever made this because it's just too funny).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-115842397265527534?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115842397265527534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115842397265527534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115842397265527534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115842397265527534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-men-are-really-thinking.html' title='What Men Are Really Thinking'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115832112590984077</id><published>2006-09-15T07:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:28.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Mean I'll Actually Have to Work??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/tracker1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/tracker1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I got a job offer from a firm, and after finding &lt;a href="http://www.envoyglobal.net/jdbliss/test/calculator2.htm"&gt;this calculator&lt;/a&gt; over at &lt;a href="http://yayarolly.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;Yayarolly&lt;/a&gt;, that shows you how much you have to work according to the billable hour requirements at that firm, I have come to the realization that I'm going to have to work FULL DAYS once I (hopefully) become an attorney!!!!  GAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a question for the lawyers out there - what kind of billable hour requirements do you consider acceptable/great/horrible?&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/23678239-115832112590984077?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115832112590984077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115832112590984077&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115832112590984077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115832112590984077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-mean-ill-actually-have-to-work.html' title='You Mean I&apos;ll Actually Have to Work??'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115819718908388207</id><published>2006-09-13T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:28.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Quit This Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/i_quit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/i_quit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It has been over a year since I quit the worst job in the office-world (I say office-world because I think that cleaning up the local peep show joint is probably THE worst job on earth), Cubicle Hell.  I didn't realize it until just the other day that it had been that long already.  To be quite honest, my life as a Cubicle Hell-er feels like it belonged to someone else.  I don't even feel like that same person who sat in that dismal little box made up of thumb-tackable walls, shifting papers about all day long, day after day; but so horrific was my experience there, so traumatizing, that to this day, I still have nightmares about it.  I wake up absolutely drenched in my own sweat, terrified at the possibility of having to spend my days back there once again, along with all the idiots that made up the majority of the workforce at Cubicle Hell.  It still takes me a minute or so after having the dream to realize that my days at Cubicle Hell are thankfully over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So speaking of quitting nightmare jobs, apparently &lt;a href="http://www.americanrhetoric.com/mp3clips/speeches/inettamoodsettaquitswblx.mp3"&gt;this clip&lt;/a&gt; has been floating about southern airwaves.  I think it's one of the greatest "I quit" speaches of all time, and I just had to share it here.  I only wish I could have said something as poetic when I quit Cubicle Hell.&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/23678239-115819718908388207?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115819718908388207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115819718908388207&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115819718908388207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115819718908388207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-quit-this-bitch.html' title='I Quit This Bitch'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115802086184310263</id><published>2006-09-11T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:28.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Has It Really Been Five Years?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/2996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/2996.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It doesn't seem like it was that long ago, but at the same time, it feels like it was a lifetime ago.  A part of me doesn't want to hear about September 11th anymore; but another part of me doesn't want to stop watching the news coverage where the names were recited.  It's almost as if I don't know what to feel about the day.  I guess what got me the most today was the weather - a perfect day weather-wise, just like that day had been.  An ordinary day in every respect, just like that day had started out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in honor of the day, I present to you, as part of the 2,996 Project (thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.wendyboucher.com/blog/"&gt;Wendy&lt;/a&gt; for posting this), 9/11 victim Terence Gazzani - 24 year old Cantor Fitzgerald employee, apparently had recently graduated college and this was his first job.  I think the reason that this man strikes me is that his life was so similar to mine at that time - recent college grad, first job, just starting out; and while I have had the privilege of living these last five years, that privilege was robbed from him in the most unfair way.  He was murdered.  And so today, even though I don't want to, I thought about this man whom I was randomly assigned to, and pass him along on this post for others to think about too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviews are winding down, so hopefully I will have more time to post than I have in the last two weeks.&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/23678239-115802086184310263?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115802086184310263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115802086184310263&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115802086184310263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115802086184310263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/09/has-it-really-been-five-years.html' title='Has It Really Been Five Years?'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115720995067215959</id><published>2006-09-02T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:28.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/150px-Jackson_Pollock_Galaxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/320/150px-Jackson_Pollock_Galaxy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So sorry for the week-long hiatus!  This last week has really been one of the longest ever.  Between interviews and school, I barely have time to breathe, much less blog!  College Roomie pointed out that she didn't have any new reading material this week, and only then did I realize that I hadn't posted a thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy September to all!  I really love the fall, and it really feels like it's in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three fun things for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a big John Mayer fan, and I found out today that he has a blog - check it out &lt;a href="http://johnmayer.com/blog"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make your own Jackson Pollack by going &lt;a href="http://www.jacksonpollock.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!  Found out about that over at &lt;a href="http://legallyblondeelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Legally Blonde&lt;/a&gt;, and have to say that I'm officially addicted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you have even more time on your hands (or not), I have become obsessed with &lt;a href="http://games.yahoo.com/games/downloads/bj2.html"&gt;Bejeweled&lt;/a&gt;.  Kind of like Tetris, but with a girly-jewely spin!&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/23678239-115720995067215959?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115720995067215959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115720995067215959&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115720995067215959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115720995067215959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-in-black.html' title='Back in Black'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115664222867409823</id><published>2006-08-26T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:28.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Help If You Can!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/dobermanboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/320/dobermanboy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Please check out &lt;a href="http://savingspaldingpets.blogspot.com/2006/08/ao6-2448-doberman-pinscher.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; over at &lt;a href="http://savingspaldingpets.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saving Spalding Pets&lt;/a&gt;.  This little guy REALLY needs help - his last day is August 31st!!  If you know anyone in the Georgia area that can help him, please get in touch with &lt;a href="www.spaldingcountyanimalshelter.com"&gt;this animal shelter&lt;/a&gt; ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE********************************************&lt;br /&gt;This pup was adopted locally!!  YAY!!!!!!!!&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/23678239-115664222867409823?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115664222867409823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115664222867409823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115664222867409823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115664222867409823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/please-help-if-you-can.html' title='Please Help If You Can!!'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115663257680335969</id><published>2006-08-26T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:28.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spreading Some Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Just found &lt;a href="http://www.myhq.com/public/b/l/blawgs/"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; to a directory of many law blogs, orgainzed by categories in terms of law students, law profs, etc.  Have fun making new friends. &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/23678239-115663257680335969?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115663257680335969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115663257680335969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115663257680335969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115663257680335969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/spreading-some-love.html' title='Spreading Some Love'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115659523307742019</id><published>2006-08-26T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:27.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I keep finding these bizarre videos...I have no idea what this chick is saying; but I have to get her technique done so I can get my closet looking like &lt;a href="http://www.gap.com"&gt;The Gap&lt;/a&gt;!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;embed src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf" flashvars="id=686246&amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D39ebc2419a791ea5ea16a753e4abc96d.686246%26cache%3D1&amp;amp;imUrl=http%25253A%25252F%25252Fvideo.yahoo.com%25252Fvideo%25252Fplay%25253F%252526ei%25253DUTF-8%252526vid%25253D39ebc2419a791ea5ea16a753e4abc96d.686246%252526cache%25253D1&amp;imTitle=How%252BTo%252BFold%252BA%252BShirt&amp;amp;searchUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/search?p=&amp;profileUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;amp;creatorValue=cG9zYWVkb24%3D" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-115659523307742019?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115659523307742019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115659523307742019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115659523307742019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115659523307742019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/laundry-time.html' title='Laundry Time'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115637069129973806</id><published>2006-08-23T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:27.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes on a Plane?  How About Drunks on a Train??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/bud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/bud.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;On my way home from class this afternoon I chose a seat next to an older gentleman that I thought looked harmless enough.  The second I sat down, I realized that he smelled as if he had been drinking since 9am.  Not only that, but when I glanced down, I noticed that he was holding a beer can in a paper bag and was drinking!  On the train!  While he was already clearly drunk!  He proceeded to try to strike up conversation with me, but honestly, I had no idea what he was saying, it was so slurred.  I just smiled and nodded and pretended that my law textbook was the most fascinating thing I had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of felt sorry for him, though.  I felt sorry for him that he felt the need to get drunk in the middle of the day, and couldn't even move away from alcohol for the duration of that short train ride.  I felt sorry for him because he actually seemed rather pleasant, besides the fact that he was three sheets to the wind and stunk to the high heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reminded me of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113627/"&gt;Leaving Las Vegas&lt;/a&gt;, which I just recently saw for the first time, and thought it was the most depressing movie I have ever seen.  I hope that this man's fate isn't as grim; and if it in fact is, I really hope I don't run into him on the train again!&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/23678239-115637069129973806?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115637069129973806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115637069129973806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115637069129973806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115637069129973806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/snakes-on-plane-how-about-drunks-on.html' title='Snakes on a Plane?  How About Drunks on a Train??'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115626322902346990</id><published>2006-08-22T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:27.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for Ass-Kissing, Ass-Shaking, Ass-Buffing, or Whatever Else It Might Take</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/buff%20ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/buff%20ass.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I have my first on-campus interview today.  Just one, mind you, while most of my friends have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;multiple&lt;/span&gt; interviews today.  No matter.  I'm lucky to have gotten at least one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified.  Besides the fact that I break into a sweat by just breathing, compound that with a heavy, dark-colored suit, control-top pantyhose, and nerves, and it doesn't matter how much deodorant I lather on, I'm sure to be a hot mess by the time I get some face time.  But I'm going to give it all I've got - I'm going to go in there with the attitude that I can sell an iPod to a deaf person, and let's see where that gets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all else fails, I guess there's always McDonald's.  Or Cubicle Hell again; but I think I'd rather take McDonald's over Cubicle Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like fries with that?&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/23678239-115626322902346990?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115626322902346990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115626322902346990&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115626322902346990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115626322902346990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/ready-for-ass-kissing-ass-shaking-ass.html' title='Ready for Ass-Kissing, Ass-Shaking, Ass-Buffing, or Whatever Else It Might Take'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115621270293538470</id><published>2006-08-21T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:26.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Give a Shout Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;...to &lt;a href="http://www.quizlaw.com/"&gt;QuizLaw&lt;/a&gt;, for featuring one of my &lt;a href="http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-to-start-selling-myself.html"&gt;recent posts&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://www.quizlaw.com/blog/blawg_review_71.php"&gt;weekly Blawg Review&lt;/a&gt;!  (I think that's as close to Law Review as I'm getting in this lifetime...)&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/23678239-115621270293538470?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115621270293538470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115621270293538470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115621270293538470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115621270293538470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/gotta-give-shout-out.html' title='Gotta Give a Shout Out'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115616830252488890</id><published>2006-08-21T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:26.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching for the Tissues Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/120hCover_DearJohn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/120hCover_DearJohn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The synopsis for Nicholas Sparks's new book, &lt;a href="http://nicholassparks.com/Novels/DearJohn/Index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, is up on &lt;a href="http://nicholassparks.com/"&gt;his website&lt;/a&gt;, and it sounds like a real tear-jerker!  I can hardly wait for its release on October 30th!&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/23678239-115616830252488890?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115616830252488890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115616830252488890&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115616830252488890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115616830252488890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/reaching-for-tissues-already.html' title='Reaching for the Tissues Already'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115588065427198123</id><published>2006-08-18T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:26.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What, Like It's Hard??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;CLASSIC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=667581&amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D18bc876987a407d3ce81d2b4195ce0d1.667581%26cache%3D1&amp;amp;imUrl=http%25253A%25252F%25252Fvideo.yahoo.com%25252Fvideo%25252Fplay%25253F%252526ei%25253DUTF-8%252526vid%25253D18bc876987a407d3ce81d2b4195ce0d1.667581%252526cache%25253D1&amp;imTitle=%2525E8%2525B6%252585%2525E5%25258E%2525B2%2525E5%2525AE%2525B3%2525E9%2525A8%25258E%2525E9%252590%2525B5%2525E9%2525A6%2525AC%2525E7%25259A%252584%2525E7%25258B%252597&amp;amp;searchUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/search?p=&amp;profileUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;amp;creatorValue=eWFsaWNlY2hp"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-115588065427198123?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115588065427198123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115588065427198123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115588065427198123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115588065427198123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-like-its-hard.html' title='What, Like It&apos;s Hard??'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115584828568752929</id><published>2006-08-17T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:26.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Solved the Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/cube_trans.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/cube_trans.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It appears that after much tinkering, I have solved the problem of the unruly comments, and now comments seem to be working in both Internet Explorer and Firefox. Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Can't believe school starts in four days!!      :-(   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And speaking of school, as crusty as that subject might be, I totally did NOT rock my summer classes.  Granted, the amount of work that I put in was minimal in comparison to how much I usually study for classes during the school year, but still - the curve should have been more in my favor because it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a summer class - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hellooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, no one studies for summer classes!!  Grrrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-115584828568752929?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115584828568752929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115584828568752929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115584828568752929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115584828568752929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally-solved-problem.html' title='Finally Solved the Problem'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115570549498901872</id><published>2006-08-16T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:26.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Thing Since Sliced Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/duster_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/duster_image.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;You all know how much I despise cleaning; but lately I have discovered the best product for dusting I have ever used - the &lt;a href="http://www.homemadesimple.com/sites/en_US/swiffer/usenglish/products/dusters.shtml"&gt;Swiffer Duster&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;This thing is AWESOME - it picks up all the dirt on furniture, and it gets in all those hard-to-reach-places.  I know, I sound like a commercial, but it really is true.  It's woooooonderful.  &lt;a href="http://www.homemadesimple.com/sites/en_US/swiffer/usenglish/index.shtml"&gt;Check out their website&lt;/a&gt; for fun coupons and get dusting!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&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/23678239-115570549498901872?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115570549498901872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115570549498901872&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115570549498901872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115570549498901872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/best-thing-since-sliced-bread.html' title='Best Thing Since Sliced Bread'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115560135602296291</id><published>2006-08-14T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:25.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well That's Just F%&amp;*ing Great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 36% Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to make up your rules of etiquette, throwing all conventions aside.&lt;br /&gt;And while you try to be a lady (sometimes), your behavior is often quite shocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;What the hell??  I thought I was lady-like!  Well, shit...(spitting on the ground...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-115560135602296291?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115560135602296291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115560135602296291&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115560135602296291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115560135602296291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-thats-just-fing-great.html' title='Well That&apos;s Just F%&amp;*ing Great!'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115552875019483355</id><published>2006-08-13T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:25.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People You Meet At the Gym #1 - The Screamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/screamer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/screamer1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The Screamer is one of the more annoying yet elusive characters at the gym.  What makes the Screamer most elusive perhaps is that one cannot usually predict who a "screamer" will be.  Sometimes the Screamer is fat and balding, but he could very well be the most well-built man at the gym.  The Screamer has even been known to be as young as a high school senior and as old as a senior citizen - you never know, until you hear the scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It usually starts out as a slight, low-pitched grunt while the Screamer is engaging in his weight lifting exercise of choice.  As the repetitions increase, the sound of the grunt escalates, becoming a crescendo that can be ultimately described as a guttural shout one might expect of a man getting raped in a prison yard.  The Screamer is never happy until he has the attention of the entire gym on him.  He will continue to scream until every single member has looked his way.  He thinks that their stares are complimentary, and they serve to further encourage his cries.  What the Screamer does not realize, however, is that nearly everyone at the gym (except for other Screamers, of course), is actually internally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;making fun of&lt;/span&gt; the Screamer.  What makes the Screamer so amusing is that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amount of weight&lt;/span&gt; that he is lifting is not nearly enough to warrant a scream, if a scream were ever to be warranted at all.  Usually the amount of weight the Screamer will have stacked on his leg press for instance, is much less than my grandmother could handle; and in all honesty, if it's that heavy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why doesn't he try taking some weight off&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also noticeable is the facial expression that accompanies the screams.  The Screamer will contort his countenance in an expression that can only be described as CONSTIPATED.  His brows furrow, his nose crinkles, his eyes squeeze shut, and his lips curl back exposing his teeth.  Oftentimes there will be a slight "hissing" escaping the clenched teeth &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; the scream, but this is not always required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What IS required is that every other Screamer in the gym, spurred on by the mating call of the first Screamer, feels the need to enter the shouting competition, where they all attempt to outdo each other as the loudest, baddest mo' fo' at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all you Screamers out there that make a visit to the gym incomprehensibly uncomfortable, WE'RE NOT IMPRESSED!&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/23678239-115552875019483355?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115552875019483355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115552875019483355&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115552875019483355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115552875019483355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/people-you-meet-at-gym-1-screamer.html' title='People You Meet At the Gym #1 - The Screamer'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115508920072053856</id><published>2006-08-08T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:25.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Start Selling Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/job%20interview.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/320/job%20interview.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And if I don't get a job at a decent firm next summer, I just might have to start selling myself in another way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notices for on campus interviewing are starting to come out, and so far I only have one interview set up.  I'm a little bummed about it, to be honest; and if I can't get a job via this on-campus crap, how will I find a job??  Granted I could always stick with The Firm, but it's so unstructured, and I could make more money selling hot dogs on Broadway than working there next summer.  So I'm going to give this interview business my best shot, and really hope for more than one firm contacting me here.  That's the thing about law school, I guess - isn't it always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&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/23678239-115508920072053856?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115508920072053856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115508920072053856&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115508920072053856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115508920072053856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-to-start-selling-myself.html' title='Time to Start Selling Myself'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115492109991522069</id><published>2006-08-06T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:25.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Say No, Because Animals Can't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.circuses.com/index.asp"&gt;Check this website&lt;/a&gt; out for an inside look at the cruelty that helpless animals suffer when forced to work at circuses. &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/23678239-115492109991522069?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115492109991522069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115492109991522069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115492109991522069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115492109991522069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/please-say-no-because-animals-cant.html' title='Please Say No, Because Animals Can&apos;t'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115482859131994013</id><published>2006-08-05T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:25.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabu-lather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Can I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; get this in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; bathroom??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/notmytypeofsoapdispenser-f44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/400/notmytypeofsoapdispenser-f44.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-115482859131994013?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115482859131994013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115482859131994013&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115482859131994013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115482859131994013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/fabu-lather.html' title='Fabu-lather'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115475614357935985</id><published>2006-08-05T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:25.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So...How Am I Doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Been playing around the last couple of hours and this is what I have come up with...bloggers likey?  No likey??  Any more suggestions for further personalizing the LawNut?  I just couldn't look at those stupid dots anymore!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, going to bed...I know, I'm a loser for working on this on a Friday night!&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/23678239-115475614357935985?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115475614357935985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115475614357935985&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115475614357935985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115475614357935985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/sohow-am-i-doing.html' title='So...How Am I Doing?'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115475015961988299</id><published>2006-08-04T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:24.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Template, that is.  I'm SO BORED with this one!!!  However, I'm not particularly CSSS-savvy, so this is going to be quite a project.   Basically, I want to make my OWN template, but  I have no idea how to go about this.  I've been looking online for "how-to's" on template designs, but with no luck!  Grrrrrrr......any suggestions??  Is anyone good at making templates that would like to impart some of that knowledge with me??&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/23678239-115475015961988299?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115475015961988299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115475015961988299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115475015961988299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115475015961988299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-need-new-blog.html' title='I Need a New Blog'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115452035450211807</id><published>2006-08-02T07:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:24.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dobes On Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/dobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/dobe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Just this last week, I noticed two separate &lt;a href="http://www.dpca.org"&gt;Doberman Pinscher&lt;/a&gt; sightings on TV!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was while checking out &lt;a href="http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2758029"&gt;Justin Timberlake's new video for Sexy Back&lt;/a&gt;.  There's a quick cameo of a dobe barking.  Not quite sure why the doberman is there, but the video, like the song, has a whole lot going on, so it's anybody's guess.&lt;br /&gt;The next sighting was during this week's episode of &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/entourage/index.html"&gt;Entourage&lt;/a&gt;.  When Vince and E (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I heart E&lt;/span&gt;) visit director Billy Walsh, he's walking two dobes, who are later seen watching Queens Boulevard with the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dobes rock!&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/23678239-115452035450211807?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115452035450211807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115452035450211807&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115452035450211807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115452035450211807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/08/dobes-on-film.html' title='Dobes On Film'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115431577899861508</id><published>2006-07-30T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:24.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only One Month Left  :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/-forever-summer.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/-forever-summer.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I absolutely cannot believe the last weekend in July has come and gone.  Very depressing indeed; but, despite the sadness, I managed to have an absolutely lovely weekend.  My weekend included volunteering on Saturday morning at a local "adoption day" for shelter dogs that have been rescued and are now up for adoption.  Even though these pups have been spared, it's important to find them new homes as soon as possible so that others can be saved!  So with that in mind, I've added a couple of new features to this site.  On the left sidebar, you'll see the "daily featured pet" from &lt;a href="http://www.petfinder.com"&gt;Petfinder.com's&lt;/a&gt; website (they're all so cute!).  Also, on the bottom, there is a Petfinder search where you can find your next best friend!!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I tried, for the very first time this weekend, &lt;a href="http://www.coldstonecreamery.com/main/index.asp"&gt;Coldstone Creamery&lt;/a&gt; ice cream!  All I have to say is.....WOW.  It was, by far, THE best ice cream I have EVER had.  I got CAKE BATTER ICE CREAM with COOKIE DOUGH chunks.  It tasted EXACTLY like vanilla cake batter.  It was AMAZING.  Unfortch, after eating this ridiculously decadent treat, I felt like I was ready to be harpooned by whalers.  Hence, I have decided to go on a diet.  It's not that I consider myself to be large, but, as College Roomie perfectly put it, I feel "large for ME."  So I found this great website called &lt;a href="http://www.weightlossforall.com/"&gt;Weight Loss for All&lt;/a&gt;  that  has a great daily caloric needs calculator on it so that I was able to determine exactly how many calories I should be eating in order to lose weight.  I know I've been eating badly, and the lack of exercise hasn't helped the situation, so hopefully, in the few weeks that are left before school starts up again, I can whip my butt into shape (even if it's an indistinguishable shape).  Because honestly, things are getting out of control in this neck of the woods!!&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/23678239-115431577899861508?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115431577899861508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115431577899861508&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115431577899861508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115431577899861508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/07/only-one-month-left.html' title='Only One Month Left  :-('/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115389302359896678</id><published>2006-07-26T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:24.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets are Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Anyone who reads this blog knows that Pup is my very best friend - I could not have asked for a better pet, and Hubby and I absolutely adore him.  Before we got Pup, we gave getting a dog a lot of serious thought, and we decided, together, that this would be a good choice for us.  Not everyone gives getting a puppy or a kitten as much thought.  Some people don't realize, or care, that animals have feelings just like people do.  Every animal deserves a loving, happy home.  I advocate whenever I can about pets' rights - and yes, pets do have rights for those of you that think "that's just a dog," or "that's just a cat" - when I came across &lt;a href="http://www.spotsociety.org/fatedog1.html"&gt;this slideshow presentation&lt;/a&gt; I just started crying; and I wanted to post it not to depress everyone who chooses to look at it (because it's really just heartbreaking), but because I want to stress the importance of giving your pet the consideration and respect he deserves - pets aren't toys that you can just give back when you're bored, or if it's "too hard" to train him - if you get a puppy or a kitten, know that you're making a committment for its entire life!  Keep your pet safe in an enclosed area and with an ID tag - you wouldn't leave your child roaming the street alone, don't let your pet do it, either!  Don't breed your pet just for the sake of making some extra cash - it's not fair to those puppies and kittens who deserve a chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm getting off my soapbox now. &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/23678239-115389302359896678?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115389302359896678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115389302359896678&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115389302359896678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115389302359896678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/07/pets-are-family.html' title='Pets are Family'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115388726956035518</id><published>2006-07-25T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:24.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Another Thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/farting.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/farting.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I know, two posts in one day - it's feast or famine with me; but I just have to point out how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much Pup FARTS&lt;/span&gt;!  He farts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt;!!  They're silent killers most of the time, but other times I just can't believe that such audible sounds come out of such a little butt!  Truly, he can rival Hubby on any day.  Meanwhile, I just die from the fumes.&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/23678239-115388726956035518?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115388726956035518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115388726956035518&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115388726956035518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115388726956035518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-another-thing.html' title='And Another Thing...'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115388682364543448</id><published>2006-07-25T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:24.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Loves a Pot Luck Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/Pot-Luck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/Pot-Luck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'm in the midst of finals.  Although it's only two for these summer classes, I have really done nothing for them thus far, so studying has been quite the feat, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I'm slightly lackluster today, therefore will just make a post on random crap that has recently been bogging me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the verdict is in on my &lt;a href="http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/07/undecided.html"&gt;previous hair post&lt;/a&gt;.  Thank you to all who commented and assisted me in making my decision!  I also polled BFF and Hubby once again, and my decision has been not to go with the heavy bang.  &lt;a href="http://liberalbanana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liberal Banana&lt;/a&gt; made a good point when she noted that I don't need "a lot of bangs."  (Minds out of the gutter, please!)  So after some searching about thanks to &lt;a href="http://life-trials.blogspot.com/"&gt;T&lt;/a&gt;'s comment relating to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1377375/"&gt;Rachel Bilson&lt;/a&gt;, I found a picture that I really liked of her with bangs that are not as heavy, and actually, looks a lot like how I have my hair now, but only slightly different.  So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/rachel%20hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/400/rachel%20hair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'm going to try to call Favorite Hairdresser tomorrow and get an appointment soon.  When I see him, I'll ask him what he thinks of these bangs for me.  I think they will look nice, and will be a good change, especially because I like the longer length my hair is now, and that tends to get a little boring after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my computer had a total and complete meltdown the other day during my first exam, and resulted in my having to finish the exam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in a bluebook&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW - THE HORROR&lt;/span&gt;.  Can you imagine???!?!?!  It truly is amazing, though - I have taken so many exams in my life that I can't even begin to guess at the number.  90% of those exams were handwritten - it was only in law school that I started taking exams on my laptop - but suddenly, when faced with a pen and a blank sheet of paper, I became the dumbest girl in the room.  I didn't know where to start, what to write, HOW to write, nothing!  So basically I think I did horribly on that exam.  Oh well.  It wasn't my fault - it was the laptop's fault!!  Damn technology...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all I have for right about now.  I have some other stuff going on family-wise that I would love love love to post about, because I would probably rather pour bleach into my eyes while sticking splinters underneath my fingernails and plucking my toenails off than deal with the current issue, but in the interest online anonymity, I will refrain; but it's hard....it's REALLY hard...alas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to continue studying!  Can't wait for this one to be over so that I can start to enjoy what's left of my summer!!  Oh, and let's hope that the laptop was just having a temporary "moment" the other day and that it says strong for me this week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&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/23678239-115388682364543448?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115388682364543448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115388682364543448&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115388682364543448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115388682364543448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/07/everybody-loves-pot-luck-post.html' title='Everybody Loves a Pot Luck Post'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115357798296717522</id><published>2006-07-22T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:23.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Undecided</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Hubby and I just saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0414982/"&gt;Final Destination 3&lt;/a&gt; (silly, gory, if you like the other Final Destination movies, you'll like this one too).  Anyway, the main character, I thought, had really cute bangs, and I was contemplating getting my hair cut this way next time I go see Favorite Hairdresser.  However, Hubby things that bangs are horrible and didn't like this cut at all.  So I turn to you, my fellow bloggers, and ask - what do you think of this haircut?  Is it cute?  Fugly?  Please give me your opinions!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/hair%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/400/hair%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/hair%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/400/hair%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/hair%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/400/hair%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23678239-115357798296717522?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115357798296717522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115357798296717522&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115357798296717522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115357798296717522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/07/undecided.html' title='Undecided'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115353578660505968</id><published>2006-07-21T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:23.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Even That Good?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/cheesecake_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/cheesecake_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Hubby and I went to &lt;a href="http://thecheesecakefactory.com/"&gt;The Cheesecake Factory&lt;/a&gt; for dinner tonight, and I was forced to ask myself this question, as I usually do, when I go to this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the Cheesecake Factory (or, as I affectionately like to refer to it, The Buttcake Factory, because that's where the cheesecake goes after it's been consumed - right to my butt) is something of a project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I make the call from home to find out how long the wait is.  This question is usually met by the answer, "Oh, we can seat you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometime next week&lt;/span&gt;."  Realistically, on a Friday night, the wait for two people is more like 55-70 minutes.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIGH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so then we get in the car and drive there.  Usually Hubby will drop me off at the door.  I'll go inside, and wait on line with the rest of the cattle to leave my name and get a pager.  Sometimes, there are no pagers left, and the hostess tells me to come back in an hour for a pager.  That is when Hubby and I go elsewhere for dinner.  Tonight must have been our lucky night, because there were pagers available.  So I'll get the pager, and then, despite the warning that "it only works in the restaurant," I'll go outside, get back in the car, and Hubby and I go to do some errands.  Today we went to &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/homepage.html/601-8408144-4547316"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt;.  I heart Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour, we head back to The Buttcake.  Now nearly all of our wait time has elapsed.  Hubby will approach the hostess and ask her how much time until we are seated.  She'll usually respond that we are among the next to be seated.  Somehow, this seems like a load of crap because everyone and their mother appears to get seated, while we're still waiting.  Now I usually start to get upset.  I'm usually so hungry at this point that I contemplate approaching a table of people that look like they're done eating for the most part and asking, "You're not going to finish that, are you?" and proceed to pick food off of that patron's plate.  Nothing crazy like a steak, but maybe a couple of French fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY the pager will ring, and there is a momentary feeling of elation and glee as I feel that Hubby and I are the lucky, privileged ones to be seated among the menagerie of others waiting.&lt;br /&gt;As I approach the counter to return my pager and be seated, I can't help but almost gloat at the others who are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; leaving their names.  I'm thinking, "yea....that's right....YOU have to wait now, but I am going to be seated....heh heh heh."  Nevermind the fact that I waited an eternity for this table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the other distressing thing about The Buttcake.  Once you forfeit your pager, you're directed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; area to wait &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, this time for someone to take you to your table.   It's almost like a doctor's office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when Hubby and I are seated and enjoying the food (which is good), I can't help but wonder if it's the food that is genuinely good, or if it's just that we worked so hard to finally get to eat it that makes us subconsciously convince ourselves of its worthiness.&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/23678239-115353578660505968?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115353578660505968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115353578660505968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115353578660505968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115353578660505968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-it-even-that-good.html' title='Is It Even That Good?'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115342708941748569</id><published>2006-07-20T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:23.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/eastwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/eastwood.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The good news (hell, the GREAT news) is that my God-forsaken summer classes have ended.  The bad news (and boy, is it bad), is that I have finals next week and I have really done jack crap nothing for these classes all summer long.  In fact, for one of them, despite going every week, twice a week, I really couldn't tell you what it was even about.  So could be trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's focus on real problems here, and that's where it gets ugggggly - my iPod is acting up, and I need to know if anyone else has faced a similar difficulty.  Lately, if I charge the thing and use it, then turn it off, and go to use it the next day, the songs I have downloaded won't play.  The iPod just skips over them and goes to the next song that I didn't pay for.  The only remedy is to plug the iPod back into my computer, if only for a second, and then the problem goes away.  Has anyone else had this happen??  Because really, I don't think I can live without my iPod and I'm afraid it's on its way out...&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/23678239-115342708941748569?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115342708941748569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115342708941748569&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115342708941748569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115342708941748569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115316646354626636</id><published>2006-07-17T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:23.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Picture Looks How I Feel When I Clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/cleaning-lady.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/320/cleaning-lady.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Why, you ask?  Because I HATE cleaning.  With a passion.  Especially the bathroom.  When I clean the bathroom, I just want to vomit.  Granted, I like how the bathroom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looks and smells&lt;/span&gt; when I'm done cleaning, and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; using a nice, clean bathroom; but it's the process of getting it nice and clean that makes me want to scratch out my eyeballs with a toilet brush.  I hate cleaning so much that it's usually weeks before I get down on my hands and knees to scrub the toilet.  My guideline is usually that when the bathroom is so dirty that I feel cleaner before I got in the shower than when I came out of it, that's when it's time to clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was the day.  Not only did I clean both bathrooms, but I washed all the little bathroom rugs, and I swept the entire house.  While sweeping, I always can't help but realize how much Pup really sheds.  For a short-haired dog, he sure sheds a lot.  Today, I swept up enough hair to create a whole new Pup.  Or a considerably shaggy wig for a bald man.  Any takers?&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/23678239-115316646354626636?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115316646354626636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115316646354626636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115316646354626636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115316646354626636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-picture-looks-how-i-feel-when-i.html' title='This Picture Looks How I Feel When I Clean'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115282415063427875</id><published>2006-07-13T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:23.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why It's Counterproductive to Blow Dry My Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/sweat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/sweat.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It's days like today that I wonder why I do this to myself.  It doesn't matter that the AC is on.  Once I blow dry my hair, I am in need of a whole new shower, because I am just drenched in my own sweat.  Perhaps I should shave my head.&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/23678239-115282415063427875?l=lawnut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/feeds/115282415063427875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23678239&amp;postID=115282415063427875&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115282415063427875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23678239/posts/default/115282415063427875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawnut.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-its-counterproductive-to-blow-dry.html' title='Why It&apos;s Counterproductive to Blow Dry My Hair'/><author><name>LawNut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14887092149843956182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=amycattafi&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23678239.post-115280304654229380</id><published>2006-07-13T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:23.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like, Oh My Gosh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/1600/legally-blonde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2733/2439/200/legally-blonde.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I was recently told by a couple of people that I utilize the word "like" way too much.  This is kind of news to me.  While I know that I do use "like" more than just for comparative purposes, I never really thought that used it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt; in speaking.  Someone commented that recently during class I said "like" about 30 times while giving an answer.  The thought of that made me cringe - and set me on a new crusade, to at least for the most part, obliterate "like" from my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say that I use "like" the way someone might use "um" while speaking; but I realize that overuse of "like" may make me sound ditzy or dumb.  I don't really mind being considered a little flaky, because realistically speaking here, I can be extremely flaky at times; but I think that can be endearing to a certain extent, and let's face it, it's part of who I am, and I can't really change that; but I don't want to be considered dumb, because I certainly am not.  I also want to become a respected lawyer, not the laughing-stock of the &lt;a href="http://www.abanet.org/"&gt;ABA&lt;/a&gt;.  So with that in mind, I am going to try &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really hard&lt;/span&gt; to not say "like" conversationally anymore; and everytime I do, I'm going to smack myself in the face.  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