<?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-19404122</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:34:48.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Famous Line</title><subtitle type='html'>"I Finally Get It! I understand! I'm cured! Thank you for taking the blinders from my eyes!" "Okay," she said with a sigh, "You've made your point."  Good in Bed, Jennifer Weiner</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619152183336353468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404122.post-113717906291407668</id><published>2006-01-13T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T14:04:22.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb E-mails that you just HAVE to do... Your turn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 firsts&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;first girlfriend/boyfriend: Jerry&lt;br /&gt;first best friend: Carolyn first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;screen name: Mercury217&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;first kiss: Ryan something…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;first crush: Brian Hash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;first music (CD): Pearl Jam - 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;first car: Bonnevillefirst stuffed animal: a teddy bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;first time you drove legally: June 21, 1996&lt;br /&gt;first Job: Northern Reflections @ the mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9 lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;last cigarette: over a year and ½ ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;last kiss: this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;last movie seen: X-men 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;last cd played: 311 – Don’t Tread on me&lt;br /&gt;last bubble bath: July 10, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;last time you cried: a few weeks ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;last relationship: still going strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;last book read: Anansi Boys by Neil Gaymain&lt;br /&gt;last place you visited on vacation: Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 have you evers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever dated one of your best friends: yes&lt;br /&gt;have you ever skinny dipped: yes *blush*&lt;br /&gt;have you ever kissed somebody and regretted it: yes&lt;br /&gt;have you ever fallen in love: yes.&lt;br /&gt;have you ever lost someone you loved: yes&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been depressed: yes&lt;br /&gt;have you ever lied: yes&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been fired: yes *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 states you've been to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;2. Illinois&lt;br /&gt;3. New Hampshire&lt;br /&gt;4. New York&lt;br /&gt;5. Rhode Island&lt;br /&gt;6. Florida&lt;br /&gt;7. South Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 things you've done today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Played on the computer&lt;br /&gt;2. woke my boyfriend up&lt;br /&gt;3. Fed the cats&lt;br /&gt;4. ate an orange&lt;br /&gt;5. updated my blog&lt;br /&gt;6. Talked to my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 favorite things in no order&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1. Blu&lt;br /&gt;2. Sprite and Mercury (they come as a pair)&lt;br /&gt;3. Thumper&lt;br /&gt;4. My cape cod bracelets&lt;br /&gt;5. the necklace my parents gave me when I gradated from College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 people you can tell [almost] anything to (no order).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. John&lt;br /&gt;2. Kerri&lt;br /&gt;3. Brenna&lt;br /&gt;4. Carolyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 wishes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wish I had no debt&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish I owned a house/condo of my own (with a garden)&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish I could fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 things you want to do before you die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. have a baby with someone I love&lt;br /&gt;2. retire and travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 thing you regret.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  not starting my Masters yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19404122-113717906291407668?l=famousline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/feeds/113717906291407668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19404122&amp;postID=113717906291407668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113717906291407668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113717906291407668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/2006/01/dumb-e-mails-that-you-just-have-to-do.html' title='Dumb E-mails that you just HAVE to do... Your turn!'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619152183336353468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404122.post-113657829445232788</id><published>2006-01-06T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T15:11:53.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm cookies...said in Homer Simpson Style</title><content type='html'>Today I all want to do is eat. And I am not even hungry...at least I don't think I am.&lt;br /&gt;All week I have been very good. Healthy breakfast. 2 or 3 pieces of fruit. light dinner. gym (at least 50 mins). then today hit...I want chocolate...chinese food and anything else you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so I'm over that for right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to this weekend. I am heading back to Western Mass. But it is a bit odd because my parents don't live there anymore (they moved after 27 years in the same house). I am heading to see one of my closest friends who I am sad to say I haven't seen in over a year!!! But life got busy, she is married with a son who is 6. I am creating my own life (which is going quite well). And we are over 2 hours away from each other so its hard to see each other&lt;br /&gt;as often as we would like. I AM SO EXCITED!!! I know we are going to drive her husband and my boyfriend with all of our talking...I CAN'T WAIT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19404122-113657829445232788?l=famousline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/feeds/113657829445232788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19404122&amp;postID=113657829445232788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113657829445232788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113657829445232788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/2006/01/hmmmm-cookiessaid-in-homer-simpson.html' title='hmmmm cookies...said in Homer Simpson Style'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619152183336353468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404122.post-113633301589168112</id><published>2006-01-03T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T19:03:35.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This song is stuck in my head...what's in yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Pick Yer Nose"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ani Difranco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How come I can pick my ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not my nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who made up that rule anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how can you say that's the way it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; is that's just the way it goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why don't you decide for yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what you can do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what you can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how come I can pick my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not my enemies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what is it about me that offends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what is it about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause you know I'm only five foot two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I'm giggly wiggly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me again, what did I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why are you scared of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fight with love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I laugh with rage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you've gotta live light enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to see the humour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and long enough to see some change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think shy is boring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think depressed is too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think pretty is nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I'd rather see something new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all these plastic people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got their plastic surgery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we got a big big beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we got it for free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who you gonna be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you can't be yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can't get it from t.v.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can't force it on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anybody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know they come to clear cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they come to strip mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they come for some of my big butt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my big brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or just a little time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they wanna take me out to dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think I'm a bitch if I don't go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seems like the people who actually like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;won't allow me to say no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your idea of a conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is the third degree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I don't really know you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I don't really want to talk about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause I'm not going to pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I don't pick my nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's just the way it is, my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's just the way it goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you like it, let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you don't, please do the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fight with love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I laugh with rage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you gotta live light enough to see the humour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and long enough to see some change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19404122-113633301589168112?l=famousline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/feeds/113633301589168112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19404122&amp;postID=113633301589168112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113633301589168112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113633301589168112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-song-is-stuck-in-my-headwhats-in.html' title='This song is stuck in my head...what&apos;s in yours?'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619152183336353468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404122.post-113624990732619540</id><published>2006-01-02T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:58:27.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January....</title><content type='html'>People always talk about new starts, new promises, new lives, new bodies...but here we are two days into the New Year and nothing has really changed except the year on my checks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what will you change this year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?  I have a lot I am "working" on.  Better health, going to the gym more, saving money and so on.  But do you really need a New Year to start working on yourself?  I guess most people use it as an excuse.  Me included. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is to a New Year, a better me, and remembering every day is a new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19404122-113624990732619540?l=famousline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/feeds/113624990732619540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19404122&amp;postID=113624990732619540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113624990732619540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113624990732619540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/2006/01/january.html' title='January....'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619152183336353468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404122.post-113536408904181940</id><published>2005-12-23T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T13:54:49.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and Hanukkah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6987/1919/1600/gift%20box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6987/1919/320/gift%20box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;??? Or &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hanukkah Harry&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/19404122-113536408904181940?l=famousline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/feeds/113536408904181940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19404122&amp;postID=113536408904181940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113536408904181940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113536408904181940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-and-hanukkah.html' title='Christmas and Hanukkah'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619152183336353468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404122.post-113528248471279057</id><published>2005-12-22T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:14:44.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Move or Not to Move…</title><content type='html'>I had my heart set on a new apartment, big master bedroom, big kitchen, extra bedroom/office, large living room, and a bathroom with a tub (it has been a long time since I have had a big bathroom or a tub!! – my bathroom now is so small the cats can’t even be in there with out bumping into each other).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called my landlord last week.  The conversation began with him asking if I was moving out. After trying to explain to him I didn’t feel safe and was for the moment keeping my options open.  His wife started yelling in the background “The 1st floor is moving out before the 1st!! She is moving!! I have it in writing from her.”  My heart sank. Do I move? Do I stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could stay and save the money I would have been spending for this new place.  Yet I hadn’t heard back about the new apartment yet.  So my landlord asked again “Julia, will you be moving out?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I will be staying as long as she moves out.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the right choice.  I can save money and look at buying something in a few years.  Yes, this is the right choice. (I hope)  Last Friday I was home, she was not.  All weekend and up until this morning the 1st floor was MIA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so comfortable (again).  My girls where happy – hell, I was happy! I liked being in my apartment – it had been a long time since I felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened.  Her car was there this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know I was told Jan 1st was when she would be gone. I will have to be patient (not the easiest thing for me) and wait to see if she moves out.  I hope I made the right choice…I turned down the new apartment…and it had a tub!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19404122-113528248471279057?l=famousline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/feeds/113528248471279057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19404122&amp;postID=113528248471279057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113528248471279057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113528248471279057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-move-or-not-to-move.html' title='To Move or Not to Move…'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619152183336353468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404122.post-113443975601299049</id><published>2005-12-12T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:11:49.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6987/1919/1600/truck-10new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6987/1919/320/truck-10new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I have been MIA for the last week or so. Right now I am in the middle of a nasty neighbor war. So after a few visits from the cops, a field trip to court and a few conversations with the boy and my friends-the ruling came-It's time to move. (sound the trumpets, horns and whatever else you can find to play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would ideally like to find a nice two bedroom apartment...hopefully not to expensive. So I have begun the hunt. The girls don't know it yet but life will be turned up side down...Sprite tends to want to get in the boxs, Mercury wants to hide from them (she will walk by them and hiss). So I will begin the process of packing and stacking...anything to make this move easy. Easy being the key word. Because less then two years ago I ended up moving twice in just about two months. I really have to give my family and friends a lot of credit - I am not sure how much sanity I had left once it was over.  And durning all of this my boyfriend and I had just started dating. Yes I will go out with you...as your first act of boyfriend...would you help move me, my apartment and 2 cats?? and he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So If my postings are a bit far apart...I might not have internet or be painting, packing, cleaning and I am sure much more over then next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get out of this place and make a new home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uhaul.com/guide/?equipment=truck10new"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uhaul.com/guide/?equipment=truck10new"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19404122-113443975601299049?l=famousline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/feeds/113443975601299049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19404122&amp;postID=113443975601299049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113443975601299049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113443975601299049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/2005/12/moving-time.html' title='Moving Time!!'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619152183336353468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404122.post-113363877785629191</id><published>2005-12-03T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T06:16:37.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Time...</title><content type='html'>Right now I find myself thinking, dreaming, and wanting...FOOD... all of time. When my Endocrinologist began to explain to me that I needed to lose some weight (something I have been trying to do and wanted to do anyways) I almost missed the next statement that he made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If you don't lost some serious weight over the next 6 months you will become a Type 2 Diabetic." wait...WHAT?? so I got angry, got sad, got some advice from friends and family and then got my butt to the Nutritionist. She did give me great hints and ideas. A serving of meat should be the size of your palm, when you go out to eat - put 1/2 of your meal into a take home box, keep fruit in the house, don't keep chocolate in the house (damn it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep a food diary. I have been doing pretty well with the diary because I know that I need to write what I eat down and it will cause me to second guess what I am going to eat (sometimes). I have been doing really well with this and have lost about 15 pounds so far. It feels good. But food is always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do find that I am making better choices, smart snacks but I am running out of ideas. So I am looking for food ideas. Please share your recipes, snack ideas, suggestions...I am open to anything...expect cottage cheese...YUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19404122-113363877785629191?l=famousline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/feeds/113363877785629191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19404122&amp;postID=113363877785629191' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113363877785629191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113363877785629191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/2005/12/dinner-time.html' title='Dinner Time...'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619152183336353468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404122.post-113323793280563005</id><published>2005-11-28T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:57:27.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6987/1919/1600/DSC00765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6987/1919/320/DSC00765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am new to this world of "blogging" - one of my closest friends introduced me through her site &lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.blogspot.com"&gt;Six Until Me&lt;/a&gt; - Kerri told me when she started it...If you can't find what you're looking for...make your own. So here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago (give or take) I began to have cluster migrianes, close to 4 or 5 headaches a week then began the kidney problems. I remember telling my PCP pretty regularly...something is not right, I just don't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;It took a nasty kidney infection and kidney stones and my PCP not listening to me to find a new doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my new doctor listened, but not only did she listen, she heard me. She tested me for just about everything she could think of that might be causing a million and one things that just where a little bit off. I was diagnosed with a thyroid condition called Hashimoto's disease...sounds more like a cartoon than a disease...my thyroid was underactive and my body was attacking the gland. My boyfriend did some research and found that the symptoms outlined me.  Extremely exhausted, moody (and not just PMS) sensitive to cold, hot flashes, inappropriate weight gain and a few more that I won't list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is pretty pissed off but slowly getting better. I have some great doctors on my side and know that I will get use to this change of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what this blog will be about... but I look forward to this new adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19404122-113323793280563005?l=famousline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/feeds/113323793280563005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19404122&amp;postID=113323793280563005' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113323793280563005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19404122/posts/default/113323793280563005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famousline.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619152183336353468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
