<?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-7783102</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:44:02.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-112443565337079146</id><published>2005-08-19T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T00:14:13.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification</title><content type='html'>I got all excited when I saw that there was a comment left for my last entry.  Turned out to be fucking spam though.  Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just to clarify, there will be no sad-bastardy angsty ex-boyfriend cursing behaviour this time 'round.  I'm in a very good place right now. I'm happy.   I think i'm gonna be hurting a bit in a couple of weeks, but right now I am smiling.   =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-112443565337079146?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/112443565337079146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=112443565337079146' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112443565337079146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112443565337079146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/08/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-112295406569469779</id><published>2005-08-01T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:41:05.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend = fun.   Me = occasional overreactor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3063/496/1600/August2005%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3063/496/400/August2005%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I take back what I said in the last entry. I'm just a big ol' moody ass sometimes. This weekend was fun. The weather was very lovely, aside from being a tad frigid on Saturday night. There was a threat of a storm on Sunday night, but we didn't wind up getting anything more than a really cool light show in the sky. What else? Oh yeh! And I had a friggen amazing corn on Sunday. We bought it from a cart on the side of the road coming back from Grand Bend. That was a damn good corn mang! AND I found out that I won the argyle Vans (eBay) when I got home. That was pretty good too. I'm looking forward to their arrival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-112295406569469779?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/112295406569469779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=112295406569469779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112295406569469779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112295406569469779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend-fun-me-occasional-overreactor.html' title='Weekend = fun.   Me = occasional overreactor'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-112262329289549990</id><published>2005-07-29T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:50:13.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woo</title><content type='html'>Just as a head's up... I wanted to warn anyone who is going "camping" this weekend that there is a distinct possibility that I will wind up hating you 42% more than I already do by the time Monday rolls around. And since I don't even like most of yous as it is, I guess some of yous will be shit out of luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In much more important news, I might be getting some baby blue &lt;i&gt;ARGYLE&lt;/i&gt; Vans.  That'll be sweet and ever so cute man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-112262329289549990?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/112262329289549990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=112262329289549990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112262329289549990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112262329289549990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/07/woo.html' title='woo'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-112235846610928670</id><published>2005-07-25T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T23:14:55.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday monday</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up, brought down the laundry, got the mail, ate some apple crisp, retrieved the laundry, dragged my lazy sloth-ass to work, sat through a staff meeting, worked, got some spice thai take-out, watched TV, ate some more apple crisp and showered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to get up to do laundry when Brett left for work, but I appeared to have slept right through his whole getting up process. I didn't have a chance to fold and put away anything before I left for work. The only reason I even bothered to rush and do it this morning was because I was out of socks and scrubs. Now I'm procrastinating and ignoring the big mound of clothes (4 loads) sitting on the bed. I need to fold all my shit before I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to make Annie's birthday brownie before bed. It's going to be a mint chocolate brownie. I also bought some pink icing to decorate the brownies with. I went to wal-mart on Sunday afternoon to pick up some detergent, shampoo and so on. While I was there I picked up one of those big plastic "Happy Birthday" door banners. I put it on Annie's bedroom door. I am a supreme cheapass right now, but it's the thought that counts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-112235846610928670?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/112235846610928670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=112235846610928670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112235846610928670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112235846610928670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/07/monday-monday.html' title='Monday monday'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-112198468776094794</id><published>2005-07-21T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T15:30:46.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the new baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3063/496/1600/July20050011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3063/496/320/July20050011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a picture of the new baby kitten. she's in my pocket. it looks like i have a giant boob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she cute?  So much for not getting attached!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-112198468776094794?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/112198468776094794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=112198468776094794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112198468776094794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112198468776094794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-baby.html' title='the new baby'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-112184301332361329</id><published>2005-07-19T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T00:03:33.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kitten and cat</title><content type='html'>Someone brough in a kitten to my work today.  They found her in a tire.  We've taken her in as a clinic cat.  She is the cutest thing ever.  SO very tiny!  She fits in my shirt pocket.  That's how tiny she is!  Her tail is smaller than my baby finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vowed not to get attached, but I can't help it!  She kept pooping herself because no one had taught her to use litter yet.  (She was found alone, so presumeably her Mom left her behind when they moved or Mom was eaten or hit by a car. ) Anyway, I spent some time with her working on the litter training... and at the end of the night, she woke up, looked around and climbed into the litter box and had a big ol' dump.  I was so proud!  She pooped in the box alllll by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sarah's turn to name the clinic cat.  I hope she picks something good.   I made it through the last litter of kittens without taking anything home.  Let's see how this one goes.  Maybe this little girl could be Dakota Fanning to Baxter's Sean Penn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we had a client surrender her cat to us tonight.  We've been expecting this one for a week or so.  She's a lovely adult cat who needs a home, but she's gonna live at BAH in the mean time.  We're probably going to put her on a diet while she's with us, cuz she's overweight right now.   Mom is leaving the country and for whatever unknown reason, isn't able to take her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want a cat or a kitten, let me know!  I'll have pictures posted later.  There's a great one of the little baby kitten in my pocket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-112184301332361329?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/112184301332361329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=112184301332361329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112184301332361329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112184301332361329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/07/kitten-and-cat.html' title='kitten and cat'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-112157911645602180</id><published>2005-07-16T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T22:45:16.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eBay</title><content type='html'>I sold my free Dell leather laptop carry case on eBay for $39 CAN.   That's pretty sweet.   I also sold two of my textbooks that the school wouldn't buy back.  I got about $48 for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that if I ever become seriously strapped for cash, I shall sell one of my Louis Vuitton purses.   After my computer, it's pretty pathetic that my next most valuable assets are my LV purses.  If I had to though, I would cash one in.  I would never part with my little pouchy or my papillon (even though I could get a lot for it), but I would sell the musette in a second.  It's my "interview" purse.  A.k.a. my old lady bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... this entry is officially the most pointless one in the history of me.  Does anyone even know or care about LV bags?  Probably not.   You wanna buy my musette?  It's practically new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-112157911645602180?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/112157911645602180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=112157911645602180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112157911645602180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112157911645602180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/07/ebay.html' title='eBay'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-112131032708339881</id><published>2005-07-13T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:20:03.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>This entry is entitled My Pet Peeves. I shall be listing a few, and certainly not even close to all, of the things that annoy me. Irk me. Piss me off, etc etc. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;walk-ins. BOOK AN APPOINTMENT DAMN YOU!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;owners with pets named "Zoe" who can't get over the fact that yes, MY name is also Zoe. WHA???? But... my... dog is... and you're... WHAZO??? HUH?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people who don't re-fill the Brita. the filter dries out and gets gross!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dioty dishes in da dish rack, yo. and please, BLADES DOWN! PLEASE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pimp my ride&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my current hair colour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bad pet owners&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bad spelling/grammar/etc, etc. BAH!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting on the Gardiner westbound from home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cat barf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;recycling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bread and sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;parking tickets. oh the parking tickets from Armadale and Larkin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when people call 'Stars' "the Stars".  It's just &lt;em&gt;Stars&lt;/em&gt;.  DJs of all people should know this!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the bulkstore opens at 10 a.m. and closes at 6 p.m.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cat scratch scars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just thought I'd get that in the open, okay? Hehe. Seriously, I'm a lovely charming person but I am easily P'Od by stupidity. I don't claim to not be annoying or anything. At least I admit it when I'm being an ass. Or when I'm being stupid...for the most part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-112131032708339881?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/112131032708339881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=112131032708339881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112131032708339881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112131032708339881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-pet-peeves.html' title='My Pet Peeves'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-112105068842758459</id><published>2005-07-10T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:58:08.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baxter is funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3063/496/1600/feb8009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3063/496/400/feb8009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture earlier this year.  Baxter was being an explorer cat in Brett's closet.  He was shocked when we discovered him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baxter is a great cat.  He's lying on his back right now.  He has replaced Dolphinzilla as our lovechild.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-112105068842758459?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/112105068842758459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=112105068842758459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112105068842758459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112105068842758459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/07/baxter-is-funny.html' title='Baxter is funny'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-112048995901152705</id><published>2005-07-04T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T08:13:22.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEDDAR SMOKIES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3063/496/1600/July%202005%20087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3063/496/320/July%202005%20087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger lets you upload photos now! That's preeety nifty. That means I now have 4 places to post the results of my obsessive photo taking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-112048995901152705?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/112048995901152705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=112048995901152705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112048995901152705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112048995901152705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/07/cheddar-smokies.html' title='CHEDDAR SMOKIES!!!!'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-112048969184723121</id><published>2005-07-04T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T08:08:11.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to real life now</title><content type='html'>BAH!  Today I:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;am seriously loathing the very thought of having to go back to work&lt;li&gt;am in the mood to laze about the apartment&lt;li&gt;would rather clean my room than have to go to work&lt;li&gt;discovered all kinds of bug bites on my body that are horribly uncomfortable&lt;li&gt;am in the mood for some sorta cushy office-y job where I can sit pretty and not have to run up and down stairs and get covered in crap&lt;li&gt;appear to be in a whiney mood&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-112048969184723121?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/112048969184723121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=112048969184723121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112048969184723121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112048969184723121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-to-real-life-now.html' title='back to real life now'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-112005853779712682</id><published>2005-06-29T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T08:22:17.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Dell!</title><content type='html'>My computer finally came!  And it's adorable!  It's much tinier and cuter than I expected.  I have to go to work in an hour though, which sucks!  If we weren't already short-staffed tonight, I would've so called in sick to stay home to play with my new little computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-112005853779712682?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/112005853779712682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=112005853779712682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112005853779712682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/112005853779712682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-dell.html' title='It&apos;s a Dell!'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111982717305807566</id><published>2005-06-26T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T16:06:13.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy jebus fucking crap... that's messed up.  I just got home from work and went to write an entry about my weekend... and I noticed the last entry here.  Apparently I already did an entry last night.  I'm a big geek.  I totally don't recall writing that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I survived this weekend.  It was busy.  But I racked up almost 20 hours, which'll be sweet when it comes time to be paid.  Which, by the way, is SOON.  So that's shhhhweeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that I have to do laundry now.  Oh man oh man.. we all know how much I friggen love laundry.  I re-wore scrubs today.  That's such a horrible thing to do.  I'm so gross on Sundays.  My hair was messy and I didn't wear any make-up.  I only had 2 appointments though, which is nice.  And this crazy old loony man brought us all cake because I did his dog's nails for free.  He brings us stuff a lot, so we usually eat it.  So far no one has died or anything yet.  He brought a really nice basket on Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111982717305807566?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111982717305807566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111982717305807566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111982717305807566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111982717305807566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/06/holy-jebus-fucking-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111976539295435813</id><published>2005-06-25T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:02:03.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you fell asleeeeeep?</title><content type='html'>I totally suck! I came home from work today, ate dinner, sorted my laundry and then promptly fell asleep while listening to matthew barber. The plan was that I was supposed to come home, eat dinner quickly, DO laundry, shower, get dressed and then hit the town for my friend Ashley from work's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I slept from 8:30 p.m. - 1:30 a.m. Now I have to decide what I want to do. I'm thinking i'm going back to bed until morning... then I'm going to get up and shower then. I can't believe I slept through the Birthday thing. And I can't believe that I'm out of clean socks and scrubs. I'll have to borrow a set from work. And either go sockless or wear flip-flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer finally shipped!!!! Yay!! I hope Annie remembers to bring her router back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man!! I'm so mad at myself for falling asleep like an old lady!  That'll teach me for staying out so late on Friday night...  though lucky for me, the actual day at work went by quite smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111976539295435813?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111976539295435813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111976539295435813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111976539295435813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111976539295435813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-fell-asleeeeeep.html' title='you fell asleeeeeep?'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111937828746430656</id><published>2005-06-21T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T11:37:26.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pissin' me off!</title><content type='html'>The following companies/individuals/places etc etc have really made me angry today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dell fucking Computers &lt;li&gt;stupid retarded Maple Leaf Quay rental office &lt;li&gt;the losers on P5 who i have to share a parking lot with &lt;li&gt;The Ontario Association of Veterinary Technicians (OAVT) &lt;li&gt;purolator &lt;li&gt;Royal Bank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purolator and Royal Bank didn't actually do anything to me today... but I had to deal with them, so I've grouped them in. Dell is retarded and I'm mad at them. I got a Purolator delivery today, so I was all excited. I've been tracking my computer order obsessively online... and so today, when it said it was en route, I was pretty happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I cracked open the box, all that was in it was my stupid free printer. So I called Dell and apparently my actual computer was never put into production. My order was completed and shipped already in their database. If I hadn't called, it wouldn't have been put into production yet! So basically, they sent me a $1700 printer and was gonna call it a day. I'm so pissed because they got my hopes up and everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm never ordering from them again, and neither should anyone I know! Dude... don't get a Dell.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111937828746430656?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111937828746430656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111937828746430656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111937828746430656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111937828746430656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/06/pissin-me-off.html' title='pissin&apos; me off!'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111920048976784061</id><published>2005-06-19T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T10:01:29.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>afterall, this blog did begin as my "foodblog"</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I ate nothing but junkfood allllllllllll day long.   It was great!  But then it became kinda gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For "breakfast" I had a chocolate chip muffin at Loblaw's.  Then when we got home, Brett and I watched my Sex and the City DVDs and enjoyed some bavarian chocolate coffee, after which I consumed some Quesadilla flavour Tostitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For "dinner", I had a filet-o-fish from McDonald's.  Prior to that, I ate 2 chocolate brownies made by Brett's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, we met up with the boys and wound up at second cup.  There, I had a butter pecan coffee (with &lt;em&gt;cream&lt;/em&gt; instead of milk) and another HUGE chocolatey fudgey brownie.  At this point, I started feeling puke-ish, and craved real food.  Since Red Lobster was too far away, naturally the next best thing was vietnamese noodle-y bowl.  I had the ol' '104' with noodles from the '112'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the night, I had a Dare fudgee-o imitation cookie and a clementine.  Then I fell asleep after getting a massive headache from playing too many simultaneous games of Wheel of Fortune on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going back the diet I've been on for the past 2-3 weeks.  Lots of salad, a whole-hearted effort in trying to consume lotsa fruits and/or vegetables, &lt;strong&gt;no cookies&lt;/strong&gt; and no candy or ice cream (the occasional chocolate cone is allowed, of course.  And Jell-o puddings are allowed as the only logical alternative).  I'm usually very good during the week.  But apparently it all goes to hell every weekend.  Oh well.  Last weekend I ate a pint of Ben and Jerry's with Ange.  And I had a schmooze fest with Annie at Sneaky Dee's on Saturday &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;Sunday night (but most of Saturday's schmooozin wound up on the pavement out back anyway). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find being moderately stressed out at all times, and putting lemon in your water also seems to be helping me not become a lardmuffin.  I've decided that I don't want to be a lardmuffin anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't count chocolate as "candy".  I still eat chocolate.  But mostly dark chocolate.  Brett got me a "bouquet" of chocolate roses, so I'm eating those.  And I found a box of Junior Mints in a pile of laundry last week.  It was unopened, so I had to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  That's enough of being an annoying girl for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111920048976784061?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111920048976784061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111920048976784061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111920048976784061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111920048976784061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/06/afterall-this-blog-did-begin-as-my.html' title='afterall, this blog did begin as my &quot;foodblog&quot;'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111855990701419547</id><published>2005-06-12T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T00:06:36.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SPRUNK AND I"M DRUNK</title><content type='html'>THE SPUNK AND I"M DRUNK!! THE SPUNK AND I"M DRUNK! hahaha what a funny title.  i'm SO FUNNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111855990701419547?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111855990701419547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111855990701419547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111855990701419547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111855990701419547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/06/sprunk-and-im-drunk.html' title='THE SPRUNK AND I&quot;M DRUNK'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111816941389601024</id><published>2005-06-07T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T11:40:31.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog is a weird word</title><content type='html'>"Blog" is a weird word. I don't think I like it. I wonder if blogger and livejournal, etc will replace Diaryland. Like how MSN totally kicked ICQ's ass out of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have my ICQ number memorized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be working right now. But I'm taking a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure how I go about deciding where to post an entry. I think I've been alternating between d-land and here. But I can't be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, Matthew Barber and the Union Dues are playing a show at the Elmo at 11pm. That is great because I switched shifts with one of the girls are work (I bribed her with sweet sweet candy) so I will be done at 9pm, instead of 11:30pm. I hope to go to a few more shows over the weekend to make this &lt;a href="http://www.nxne.com" target="top"&gt;nxne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wristband thing worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're going to Cuba next spring? Wikkid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111816941389601024?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111816941389601024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111816941389601024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111816941389601024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111816941389601024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-is-weird-word.html' title='blog is a weird word'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111776622990186207</id><published>2005-06-02T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:57:23.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave your name and number</title><content type='html'>01. Reply with your name and I will write something about you.&lt;br /&gt;02. I will then tell what song/band/movie remind me of you.&lt;br /&gt;03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, it would be...&lt;br /&gt;04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.&lt;br /&gt;05. I'll tell you a memorable moment I've had with you.&lt;br /&gt;06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;08. Put this in your journal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111776622990186207?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111776622990186207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111776622990186207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111776622990186207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111776622990186207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/06/leave-your-name-and-number.html' title='Leave your name and number'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111769148431382184</id><published>2005-06-01T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:51:24.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man.  I was just looking at the pictures that Jody emailed me.  They were from the BBQ I had.  They are very, very good pictures.  Chris looks very tan in one of them.  Brett overcame his "Chandler Syndrome" in most of the group shots; however, it seems that I may have momentarily acquired it.  I was making the weirdest faces in all the pictures where Brett's smiling normal.  Will there ever be a picture where we both look nice?  I hope so.  I liked the picture that Jody took of me and the mysterious unclaimed rack of ribs.  My saggy gut was a tad depressing, as I have been oblvious to it until I saw that picture.  Back flab I can handle because I can't see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I'd like to live in the Tip Top building.  I've always wanted to live there, but I've officially decided that I will live there for real one day.  I want somewhere that's pretty and clean and is allll mine.  (And laundry, don't forget laundry machines.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111769148431382184?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111769148431382184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111769148431382184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111769148431382184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111769148431382184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111678585958668392</id><published>2005-05-22T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T11:17:39.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elyse was my second fave from the first cycle of ANTM</title><content type='html'>I spent the morning reading every single entry of this livejournal that I just discovered.  It was quite creepy stalker-esque of me actually.  Reading about this gal's adventures leaves me with a little tinge o' longing.  I want to travel and see exotic places and get paid lots o' money by having pictures taken of me.  But alas, I don't have the willpower to become an anorexic supercrazy skinny model type and I'm far too chicken shit to pack up and leave my comfy little life here.  I have a cat and a boy and a job and a car, all of which are pretty damn wonderful.  I like my comfy little life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's still fun to read about others who are living exciting strange lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111678585958668392?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111678585958668392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111678585958668392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111678585958668392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111678585958668392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/05/elyse-was-my-second-fave-from-first.html' title='Elyse was my second fave from the first cycle of ANTM'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111671984843717634</id><published>2005-05-21T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:58:18.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aiya</title><content type='html'>I just noticed a few grammatical errors that  help prove the point of the checklist thing I did earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new layout for my diaryland. I'm not really sure why I still have 2 blog things. This one used to be my "secret" ranting blog. (I don't like using that word... blog.. ew) But I've since deleted the rants and now this is just like diaryland II. Maybe I'll think of a way to differentiate the two.... Until then... yup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111671984843717634?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111671984843717634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111671984843717634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111671984843717634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111671984843717634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/05/aiya.html' title='aiya'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111670041024985814</id><published>2005-05-21T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T11:37:31.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope i'm not too chinese!</title><content type='html'>CHECK TO SEE HOW CHINESE YOU ARE &lt;p&gt;[ ] You unwrap Christmas gifts very carefully, so you can save and reusethe wrapping (and especially those bows) next year.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You only buy Christmas cards after Christmas, when they are 50% off.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store themin your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has moved out.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a vinyl table cloth on your kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your stove is covered with aluminum foil.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have stuff in the freezer since the beginning of time.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use the dishwasher as a dish rack.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have never used your dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You keep a Thermos of hot water available at all times. &lt;i&gt;this is really such an old chinese grandpa thing! haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You boil water and put it in the refrigerator. &lt;i&gt;my aunt does that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You eat all meals in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use grocery bags to hold garbage.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You always leave your shoes at the door.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a piano in your living room. &lt;i&gt;i never did have one... but my entire family has some sorta fancypants piano&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You play a musical instrument (especially the piano, violin, cello, flute).&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You pick your teeth at the dinner table (but you cover your mouth).&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've eaten a red bean Popsicle.&lt;br /&gt;[x]. You bring oranges (or other produce) with you as a gift when you visitpeople's homes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a collection of miniature shampoo bottles that you takeevery time you stay in a hotel. &lt;i&gt;i have a thing for the little hotel shower cap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The condiments in your fridge are either Costco sized or come inplastic packets, which you save/steal every time you get take out or goto McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You never order room service. &lt;i&gt;never man! I LOOOOVE room service&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] There is a rice cooker in your kitchen. &lt;i&gt;my grandparents had one. it was bright red. it matched the thing that kept the water hot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wash your rice at least 2-3 times before cooking it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You spit bones and other food scraps on the table (That's why youneed the vinyl tablecloth).&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You fight over who pays the dinner bill.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You majored in something practical like engineering, medicine or law.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You live with your parents and you are 30 years old (and they prefer itthat way). Or if you're married and 30 years old, you live in the apartmentnext door to your parents, or at least in the same neighborhood. &lt;i&gt;that is SO chinese... i'm glad my family prefers to spread out as far as possible around the globe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't use measuring cups.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You feel like you've gotten a good deal if you didn't pay tax. &lt;i&gt;meshback and twobra are hardcore tax evaders at the border. it's the chinese in us. we can't help it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You beat eggs with chopsticks. &lt;i&gt;when annie's not around....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents' house is always cold.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a teacup with a cover on it. &lt;i&gt;angela bought it for me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You use loose tea leaves more often than bags&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You reuse teabags.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've owned an expensive cellphone/discman/MP3 player/camera when you were 16&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're a wok user.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You only make long distance calls after 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know all the waiters at your favorite Chinese restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have acquired a taste for bittermelon.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have acquired a taste for sea cucumber/urchin&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use a face cloth.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents use a clothes line.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're always late.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You eat every last grain of rice in your bowl, but don't eat the lastpiece of food on the table. &lt;i&gt;hehe.. i remember having to do that as a kid. i think i subconsciously still do it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You starve yourself before going to all you can eat sushi. &lt;i&gt;hell yeh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've joined a CD club at least once.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You never discuss your love life with your parents. &lt;i&gt;that's not a chinese thing though is it? it's more of a regular human thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents are never happy with your grades.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You keep used batteries.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own your own meat cleaver and sharpen it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You keep most of your money in a savings account.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what MJ means (not Michael Jackson).&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have Tupperware in your fridge with three bites of rice or oneleftover chicken wing.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a cell phone even though you don't really need one.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate to spend more than $5 for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Someone in your family drives a Honda.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] There are custom rims on the Honda. &lt;i&gt;hahaha... my mom had custom rims on hers. and the stupid thing was lowered&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a Chinese knick-knack hanging from your rear-view mirror.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like to eat chicken feet.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You turn bright red after drinking two tablespoons of beer.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can get a buzz on Coors O'Douls or Miller Sharps.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You look like you are eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have more than five remotes in your house.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like to sing Karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own a Laser Disc player &lt;i&gt;ours was stolen when we were robbed a few years ago&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a custom stereo in the Honda with the custom rims.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]. Your entire house is covered with tile.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have those plastic walkways covering your hallway and otherheavy foot traffic areas.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have plastic or some other kind of cover on your furniture.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You leave the plastic on the lampshade for ten years or more.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You eat family dinners with the TV on.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a frightening amount of clutter in your house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can't bear to throw things away.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have 12-20 uncles and aunts. &lt;i&gt;i'm not actually related to half of em though&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've never kissed your mom or dad.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've never hugged them either, unless at family parties.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your unassisted vision is worse than 20/500.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear contacts to avoid wearing those "coke-bottle" glasses.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've worn glasses at least since the fifth grade.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You go to yard sales often.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've had a bowl cut.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents (or some other close relative) own a grocery store orrestaurant.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]If you're overcharged you scream bloody murder, but if you'reundercharged you go your merry way.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your hair sticks up when you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You make ridiculous offers when bargaining (I'll give you $5 for thatIntegra).&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love to use coupons.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You drive around looking for the cheapest gas.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You add twice the amount of water recommended when making orange juicefrom concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You'll drive around for hours looking for the best parking spot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You take showers at night.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You learned about sex from someone other than your parents.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents only had intercourse as many timesrequired to produce you and your siblings.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your grandmother lives with you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Honda has been lowered.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You never buy stuff from the concession stand at movies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't mind squeezing 5+ people into one motel room.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents didn't want you to move out when you turned 18.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents want to live with you when they are old.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You tap the table when someone pours tea for you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You point to your nose when referring to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You say "aiya!" and "wah!" frequently.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've lies about your kids ages to get a discount.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a big aquarium filled with colorful fish somewhere in yourhouse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111670041024985814?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111670041024985814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111670041024985814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111670041024985814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111670041024985814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-hope-im-not-too-chinese.html' title='i hope i&apos;m not too chinese!'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111652219759472031</id><published>2005-05-19T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T10:05:45.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blonde for an hour</title><content type='html'>Well Holy crap. Yesterday, I was strawberry blonde for about an hour. I can now say that I've spent an hour of my life as a blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a total disaster! It was a spur of the moment thing and I went into the fancy "Aveda Concept" salon near my work. I wanted a cut and hilights. Simple enough, right? WRONG. Oh so wrong. I wound up with a cutesy haircut that I'm actually enjoying quite a bit. But the colourist I was set up with was a complete trainwreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I was open to anything, as long as there was absolutely NO orange, copper, light brown or bleaching involved. Nothing scares me as much as bad asian girl haircolour. So what did I end up with? Light orangey-blond highlights and the rest of my entire freakin' hair was this coppery colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked absolutely horrible. She could tell I was pissed, so she tried to "re-tone" the hair and it didn't make any difference whatsoever. So she's like "well, its been processed too much already today... why don't you give it a day and if you still hate it, come back tomorrow and we can re-do it". Except she refused to pay for the re-do... and I had absolutely no intention of letting her anywhere near my head again. So after I got my hair cut and styled, I headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I caught a glimpse of my head in the rearview, I wanted to A)punch the stupid lady and B)have a seizure. I got home and after much co-eorcing, took my hands off my head and showed Annie the disaster. She was like "oh.... oh whoa... that is... light." I was a fricken strawberry blonde! So I ventured out and bought a box of dye and took matters into my own hands. What I hadn't taken into account (since I'm not box dye expert) was that the altered lightened state of my hair would make the results super intense... so now I have gothy black black blackey blue hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it though. I had forgotten how much I like having dark hair. My natural colour's too light for my liking. So now I shortish black hair. I look like a Japanese school boy. But at least I'm no longer blonde. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story... don't get your hair coloured on a spur of the moment.. and absolutely don't do it at a place that you or anyone you know has never been to. Lesson learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111652219759472031?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111652219759472031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111652219759472031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111652219759472031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111652219759472031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/05/blonde-for-hour.html' title='blonde for an hour'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111531808066076311</id><published>2005-05-05T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T11:34:40.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love ANTM more than I should</title><content type='html'>I haven't really felt like updating lately because nothing out of the ordinary ever happens.  Everything is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sick anymore, so work is good.  I'm no longer addicted to falafels either, which is also good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog-sitting job is going really great since the people moved to their gorgeous new apartment.  It's more of a condo really.  It's brand new and lovely and it doesn't look like a hotel.   I'm super jealous!  I miss living in a pretty condo.  I miss hardward floors, nice appliances,  marble countertops, spotless bathrooms and ENSUITE LAUNDRY!  Oh man!   I will never ever shut up about the laundry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I digress...  But seriously man, I hate having to take laundry downstairs.  Eugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett's back at TD now so that's excellent.  We're going out for dinner tonight but I'm not sure where yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baxter went to work with me last night and he was a big hit.  Everybody loved him!  He is super cute afterall.  He was all cute and charming until we tried to collect blood from him at the end of the night... and it took 4 of us to hold him down.  He had his vaccine appointment with one of the vets and she confirmed that he no longer has a heart murmur.  When we get our tonometer back, I have to take Bax back.  We have to measure the pressures in his bad eye and there's a possibility that it'll have to be ennucleated... which totally sucks.  2 reasons: I don't want him to have to go through major surgery AND I like his gimpy eye the way it is!  Oh well.  We'll see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my hair cut again soon.  I'm not sure what colour I want to make it.  Maybe very dark again.  My natural colour is always so much lighter than I remember it to be when it starts to come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've come to the realization that the key to not getting worked up for no reason is to just SIMPLIFY.  It's quite liberating.  Eliminate all the things that you feel you &lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;(eat broccoli or any other vegetable that you don't actually like, hang out with people who bring you down, cleaning stuff) do and focus on what you need to do (work, pay rent, feed your cat) , and with the time left over, do whatever the hell you feel like (read Archie comics, sit by the lake and stare at the water, eat donuts, etc etc!!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.  That's the end of this non-sensical rambling.   Ennucleation means removing Bujitos' bad eye, by the way.  They'd take out the eyeball and sew the lids shut.  I'd rather that not have to happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111531808066076311?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111531808066076311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111531808066076311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111531808066076311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111531808066076311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-love-antm-more-than-i-should.html' title='I love ANTM more than I should'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111475632824284573</id><published>2005-04-28T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T23:32:08.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How odd...</title><content type='html'>Just felt like adding an entry here.  No reason really.  I don't really have anything new to say.  My work has caused me to develop asthma, which isn't so cool at all.  I enjoy breathing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered from Spice Thai today.  It was delicious, as expected!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111475632824284573?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111475632824284573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111475632824284573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111475632824284573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111475632824284573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-odd.html' title='How odd...'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111302796546399626</id><published>2005-04-08T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T23:26:05.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot hot tea</title><content type='html'>I like the new hot hot heat album... even though I've heard nothing but horrible reviews for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped using my Pantene Red shampoo and I've noticed an almost immediate change in my hair colour.  The bright red has become a reddish brown.  I liked having red-red hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're one week away from the roadtrip.  That's exciting man!  It seemed so far away before.  Time is really flying by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I enjoy having a roomate because I've regained some sort of semblance of a social life.  It's nice having someone to talk to (who isn't a cat) and to go out with for random drinks and dinner and grocery shopping trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my next career, I'm thinking maybe I'll lose a ton of weight (find a corrupt doctor to perform a gastric by-pass??) and get the 'break my leg bones to grow taller' surgery and I'll become a runway model.  I won't worry about it for a few years, since I still have a lot to learn about my current career...  but after living in scrubs and getting scratched and crapped on all the time, a little bit of glamour probably wouldn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN... U2 fucking really sucks.  I can't stand the jerks who still insist that they're good... And frankly, I don't give a crap if I'm offending anyone, because if you like U2, I don't care if you hate me.  I'm not interested in making friends with a U2 fan.  Eww!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111302796546399626?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111302796546399626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111302796546399626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111302796546399626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111302796546399626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/04/hot-hot-tea.html' title='hot hot tea'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111159762216376829</id><published>2005-03-23T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T09:07:02.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing time</title><content type='html'>Diaryland has been sick lately.  So sometimes I post stuff here in my newly revived blogspot "blog".  But no one really knows about this "blog" so...  no one is reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111159762216376829?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111159762216376829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111159762216376829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111159762216376829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111159762216376829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/03/killing-time.html' title='Killing time'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-111150903951755044</id><published>2005-03-22T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T08:46:48.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checklist Stolen from the A-N-G-E</title><content type='html'>[ ] I am bisexual or homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've consumed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't like Bush because from what I hear, he is dumb.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I don't like Bush with my own reasons to back it up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am for Bush.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I listen to political music.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I collect comic books. &lt;i&gt;(Archies?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am keeping a secret from the world&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own an iPod or MP3 &lt;i&gt;(one day...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;] I own something from Hot Topic&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love Disney Movies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a sucker for hair/eyes&lt;br /&gt;[x] I don't kill bugs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I curse regularly. &lt;i&gt;(only at work, mang!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I paid for that cell phone ring.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've slipped out an "lol" in a real conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love Spam. &lt;i&gt;(I do love Spam. The meat-in-a-can kind... not the xbuyViagra4Less0 kind)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bake well.&lt;i&gt;(Sometimes...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I would wear pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a job&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am guilty oF tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am self conscious.[x] I like to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I smoke a pack a day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I loved Perks of Being a Wallflower&lt;br /&gt;.[ ] I loved Go Ask Alice.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem&lt;br /&gt;[x] I eat fast food weekly. &lt;i&gt;(does Falafel World count?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been out of this country.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I see a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am comfortable with being me.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I play video games.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm single[x] I'm in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten lost in your city&lt;br /&gt;[x] Saw a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to any other countries besides the united states&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I Had a serious Surgery&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone out in public in your pajamas&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have Kissed a Stranger&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been arrested&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator &lt;i&gt;(the one at the mall...it only had 2 buttons)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Made out in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;[x] Swore at your parents&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kicked a guy where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been in love&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to a casino&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been skydiving&lt;br /&gt;[x] Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;[x] Skipped school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;[x] Saw a therapist&lt;br /&gt;[x] Done the splits&lt;br /&gt;[x] Played spin the bottle&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten stitches&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bitten someone&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten the chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;[x] Kissed a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Crashed into a friend's car &lt;i&gt;(i've had my car crashed INTO... not fun)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Japan &lt;i&gt;(I wish...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ridden in a taxi&lt;br /&gt;[x] Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been fired&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ever had a crush on someone of the same sex &lt;i&gt;(Kristen Kreuk?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had feelings for someone who didnt have them back&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stole something from your &lt;i&gt;job &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;[ ] Gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Celebrated mardigras in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been married&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had children&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Saw someone dying&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Africa&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Driven over 400 miles in one day&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been Skiing&lt;br /&gt;[x] Met someone in person from the internet&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to a moto cross show&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Lost a child&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone to college&lt;br /&gt;[x] Graduated college &lt;i&gt;(sometimes I forget that I have... maybe one day I'll get my diploma mounted. for now it sits quietly under my bed)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Done hard drugs&lt;br /&gt;[x] Taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had someone cheat on you&lt;br /&gt;[x] Miss someone right now &lt;i&gt;(Waterloo Math is my arch nemesis)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-111150903951755044?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/111150903951755044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=111150903951755044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111150903951755044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/111150903951755044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2005/03/checklist-stolen-from-a-n-g-e.html' title='Checklist Stolen from the A-N-G-E'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-109174816622055182</id><published>2004-08-05T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T18:27:26.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks like it's Chatham for Z</title><content type='html'>I think I was blown off today. I hope there's a good explanation. I really do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Smoothie (a LOT of strawberries, raspberries, Edensoy, fat-free french vanilla yogurt)&lt;br /&gt;-handful ringolos&lt;br /&gt;-a million chocolate chip cookies (real number: 8)&lt;br /&gt;-1 Big Salad (2 romaine hearts, 1 chicken breast, cremini mushrooms, dijon dressing)&lt;br /&gt;-1 chai latte&lt;br /&gt;-2 nutella sandwhiches (oooh, sicky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-109174816622055182?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/109174816622055182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=109174816622055182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/109174816622055182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/109174816622055182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2004/08/looks-like-its-chatham-for-z.html' title='Looks like it&apos;s Chatham for Z'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-109165970144715045</id><published>2004-08-04T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:27:03.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I woke early</title><content type='html'>EDITED (Mar 17/05)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And my "edited" I mean deleted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-109158285489807958</id><published>2004-08-03T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:27:55.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a nothing day</title><content type='html'>EDITED (Mar 17/05)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-109158285489807958?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/109158285489807958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=109158285489807958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/109158285489807958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/109158285489807958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2004/08/nothing-day.html' title='a nothing day'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-109149249539378453</id><published>2004-08-02T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T18:22:28.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>son of a beach!</title><content type='html'>Today J-Wow and I went to Willow Beacch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cheddar and bacon omlette (Golden Griddle)&lt;br /&gt;-2 buttermilk pancakes (Golden Griddle)&lt;br /&gt;-1 cup tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-4 coffee cakes&lt;br /&gt;-1 nestea&lt;br /&gt;-1 med. ice capp (Tim Horton's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1 sm. bowl Mini Wheat's&lt;br /&gt;-1 mortadella sandwhich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-109149249539378453?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/109149249539378453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=109149249539378453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/109149249539378453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/109149249539378453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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We hung out by the pool but when we got down there, there wasn't any sun left. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;EDIT&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-109139812413053471?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/109139812413053471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=109139812413053471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/109139812413053471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/109139812413053471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2004/08/no-shirt-was-bad-idea.html' title='No shirt was a bad idea'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783102.post-109130789488479376</id><published>2004-07-31T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T08:48:53.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, another bunch of meals</title><content type='html'>I had fun swimming in the rain today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;EDIT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7783102-109130789488479376?l=baxterina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/feeds/109130789488479376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7783102&amp;postID=109130789488479376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/109130789488479376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7783102/posts/default/109130789488479376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baxterina.blogspot.com/2004/07/another-day-another-bunch-of-meals.html' title='Another day, another bunch of meals'/><author><name>Zee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zoec.diaryland.com/images/sp0.fotologs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
