<?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-7069365</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:47:05.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Trout</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>229</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-5137925790012635742</id><published>2008-02-16T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T09:07:59.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What, Its Been Like Forever!</title><content type='html'>OMG Its been like forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you thought the threat was over and I was out of your life forever! Too bad I got tired of not listening to my own thoughts! I know, I actually think I am interesting again! Who would have guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from India. I have been married now for a year and a half. I have a tattoo. I work for the YMCA. My breasts have continued to grow even when I tell them not to. They never listen! Ah, you missed that right? Good times. Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-5137925790012635742?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/5137925790012635742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=5137925790012635742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/5137925790012635742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/5137925790012635742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-its-been-like-forever.html' title='What, Its Been Like Forever!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-116356554904616635</id><published>2006-11-14T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:39:09.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost</title><content type='html'>I almost abandonned you, but I didn't really. MySpace has a blog where you can instantly link to books and music you are either reading or listening to, depending how stupid you are. I mean isn't that neat? Okay, so I almost bought a book on tape on my road trip but then I broke down and let Adam drive so I could read. That was a big step for me. I don't let anyone drive my car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-116356554904616635?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/116356554904616635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=116356554904616635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/116356554904616635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/116356554904616635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/11/almost.html' title='Almost'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-116348483772655583</id><published>2006-11-13T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:13:57.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOB!</title><content type='html'>I have a job! I will be working for the Berkeley Heights YMCA. Its all very exciting. You know what else is exciting, your crazy aunt. That's right, I said it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-116348483772655583?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/116348483772655583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=116348483772655583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/116348483772655583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/116348483772655583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/11/job.html' title='JOB!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-116287581431006512</id><published>2006-11-06T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:03:34.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's all a crock of shit. It really is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-116287581431006512?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/116287581431006512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=116287581431006512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/116287581431006512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/116287581431006512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-all-crock-of-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-116287505406816590</id><published>2006-11-06T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:50:54.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Married Days</title><content type='html'>Is it weird to secretly want someone out there to have a devotion site to you? I mean is that too much to ask? Do you ever go searching for your own name on google or youtube hoping that someone created a love tribute that you just happened upon? Maybe I should ask Adam to create one for me so that I can stumble upon it by accident after he makes it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts are created by watching too many movies and TV shows in which the main character has a song and or story written about them and then they fall in love. Well I am all ready in love, but would it be too much to ask to have Adam just sit in front of the computer all day writing nothing but my name and how great my ass looks in jeans. I mean, come on! I'm his wife for christ's sake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the whole not having a job thing is really getting to my head a little. I mean I like it a lot, if my life were exciting, but its not. So my life has now become a series of places around the house in which I lounge. Sound fun? Well, yeah, kinda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-116287505406816590?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/116287505406816590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=116287505406816590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/116287505406816590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/116287505406816590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/11/strange-married-days.html' title='Strange Married Days'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-116182077805359594</id><published>2006-10-25T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T16:59:38.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu Coma</title><content type='html'>Since I came to New Jersey I have had the flu. At least I think its the flu. First I thought it was allergies and then maybe a cold but now I am certain it is the flu because I have had it for almost 2 weeks! God Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no job yet, but I'm not really in any hurry. I'm catching up on some bitchin' tunes and polishing my skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am married and it is weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-116182077805359594?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/116182077805359594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=116182077805359594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/116182077805359594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/116182077805359594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/10/flu-coma.html' title='Flu Coma'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115793983869060386</id><published>2006-09-10T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T18:57:18.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Excuse</title><content type='html'>I abandoned the blog, but I had a good excuse. My company baned the site. Yeah, so I think that explains it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am sitting at my parents home listening to wedding music for the reception. Its pretty awesome putting together the song list. I like every single song that will be playing at my wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way there is like 6 six days until my wedding. Less than a week. AHHHHHHH! The dress is in the closet, the veil on the ironing table, and my shoes on the bookcase. I am having a full blown allergic reation to something in the house and I cant breathe out of my nose. Everything is great. :) By the way the Vows have not been written. Oh wells! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited, although I feel like I'm forgetting something like every five minutes. Did we leave the oven on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to worrying, but just to check in with myself, good luck with the whole wedding thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115793983869060386?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115793983869060386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115793983869060386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115793983869060386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115793983869060386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-excuse.html' title='Good Excuse'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115282342766075354</id><published>2006-07-13T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T13:43:47.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat with Helmet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/1600/cat%20cone.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/320/cat%20cone.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who have been curious as to what I mean about the cat in the helmet here is a helpful diagram. This is our cat 24/7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115282342766075354?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115282342766075354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115282342766075354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115282342766075354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115282342766075354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/07/cat-with-helmet.html' title='Cat with Helmet'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115280693406755280</id><published>2006-07-13T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:08:54.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living with Parents, Here We Come</title><content type='html'>Adam and I are moving in September. My last day of work wil be August 31 and our move will be shortly after. We have mostly decided to continue the wedding plans as is and then have a moving van take our stuff after the wedding while Adam and I drive into the sunset. Seriously, this is quick and way sooner than Adam and I expected, but stuff happens and you just have to deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see you all later. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115280693406755280?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115280693406755280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115280693406755280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115280693406755280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115280693406755280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/07/living-with-parents-here-we-come.html' title='Living with Parents, Here We Come'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115272792718119660</id><published>2006-07-12T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:12:07.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>Everything is a mess. With that said, here is a cute kitty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/1600/CUTE_KITTENS020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/320/CUTE_KITTENS020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115272792718119660?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115272792718119660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115272792718119660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115272792718119660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115272792718119660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/07/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115255951370510002</id><published>2006-07-10T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:25:13.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower Power</title><content type='html'>This was both one of the best weekend, and one of the most sressful. Adam and I most likely will move before the wedding. It is not really what we wanted to do, but it probably will happen. My brain has turned into mush with having to deal with that prospect and my mother in law in town. Having both and realizing I will most likely be living with my mother in law is just a little too much to handle right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the shower was so awesome. Best thing ever. Renee and Amanda were just wonderful. I will update later when I have time. Again, brain is mush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115255951370510002?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115255951370510002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115255951370510002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115255951370510002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115255951370510002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/07/shower-power.html' title='Shower Power'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115211530575783204</id><published>2006-07-05T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T09:01:45.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Frenzy</title><content type='html'>How was your 4th? Good? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreaded small talk. Arg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, Blah, BBQ, Blah, Blah, fireworks, Blah, Blah, good time. Thanks Rob and Yaiza, it actually was very sweet and fun for you to host. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate cleaning, and anyone who likes to clean is crazy. Its work and I am not getting paid. I don't want to do it and everything ends up getting all dirty all over again, and then you have to clean, and then it gets dirty, and then you have to clean. Wah, Wah, Wah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, with all the blahs and wahs you might as well just skip over this post and go read a book or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115211530575783204?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115211530575783204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115211530575783204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115211530575783204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115211530575783204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/07/cleaning-frenzy.html' title='Cleaning Frenzy'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115194777072069008</id><published>2006-07-03T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:29:30.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Don't I Have a Holiday?</title><content type='html'>I am stuck at work with nothing to do. That is the worst, having to come into work when most other people are off and having nothing to do. Boo. I don't like being bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was all right. I got my haircut with Renee. Its short. Yup, I chickened out of the whole long thing. Its just not my style. I look so much better with short hair. I will have short hair at my wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous post explains how I felt the rest of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to some friends sunday night for pizza and some show where they curse a lot. It was pleasant, except naturally things upset me. A lot is riding on this wedding, ie it is holding my family together, and to have someone treat it like a night at the movies just feels icky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee and Amanda have done so much for my bridal shower and I really thank them from the bottom of my heart. They really do not realize how grateful I am and how much it is going to be a highlight for not only myself, but my aunt who is just devestated. I get calls from my family all the time because my wedding is what my papa (my grandfather) is living for. Renee is planning this event on her birthday! I got her some nice gifts and I'm going to talk to Amanda and try to arrange something nice for her too. I am just so sorry that others don't seem to have the same enthusiams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115194777072069008?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115194777072069008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115194777072069008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115194777072069008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115194777072069008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-dont-i-have-holiday.html' title='Why Don&apos;t I Have a Holiday?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115194037358851564</id><published>2006-07-03T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T08:27:05.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>So I can't really express correctly how I feel, so I am going to directly quote the conversation I had with my father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Your Grandfather is not going to make it to your wedding, and by not make it, I mean will be dead by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115194037358851564?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115194037358851564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115194037358851564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115194037358851564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115194037358851564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/07/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115168132031661513</id><published>2006-06-30T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T08:28:40.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember When...</title><content type='html'>Hey, remember when you punched yourself in the stomach? No? Oh, thats right. Instead you just did like a bazillion jack knifes. Man, I kind of wished I had been punched though. That would be a better story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start talking to my stomach like someone would do to a plant. My trainer says it takes time, but god damn it I've been workin foreva and nothin. Well I found a good battery for my CD player, so well, that was positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115168132031661513?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115168132031661513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115168132031661513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115168132031661513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115168132031661513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/remember-when.html' title='Remember When...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115160856347673749</id><published>2006-06-29T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T12:16:03.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>I am going to get a hair cut this weekend. I was planning on growing my hair out for the wedding, but whats the point? I like it shorter. I might want to dye it again to the nice auburn it was for a while, but then a lot of people have that color right now and too often people think I am copying them. I swear its not copying! I had red hair for most of college! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide. Arg, why is your wedding so important? Why can't I just roll out of bed and have everything done for me? No such luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bridal shower invitations have been sent out and they are beautiful. Renee did an awesome job. I am really excited! I am worried about Adam's mom coming to town for a week. Oh, by the way, you wont see me because I will be entertaining my mother-in-law. I have a mother-in-law!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115160856347673749?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115160856347673749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115160856347673749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115160856347673749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115160856347673749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/hair-cut.html' title='Hair Cut'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115151205792021993</id><published>2006-06-28T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T12:32:56.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brass Tacks</title><content type='html'>I have reached the plateau. Its the plateau I always reach. I could work out and eat nothing for the next twenty five years and still be my size. Arg. It makes me angry, but whatever. It only makes me angry because for all my hard work it really never will be considered an acheivement, and naturally skinny girls are praised for their weight, even though they may have never walked into a gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently saw photos of myself, and even though I know I lost 20 lbs I still look the same as I did six months ago. When I am at home alone I have absolutely no problem with me. I see my problem areas, as anyone does, but the rest seems pretty good to me. Maybe surrounding myself with tiny girls doesn't help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. I am a hot momma, and if you can't handle it, well then get back to the kitchen. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - Side Note:&lt;br /&gt;I would like to state on the record that I think it is perfectly fine to be my size if you are A)active AND B)heatly. I work out all the time. I also teach a physically challenging gymnastics class in which I 100% participate. I do not advocate inactivity. I have low cholesteral and low blood pressure. There is nothing I take more pride in than watching a young child who is overweight work harder because they see that I am overweight and I can do anything I put my mind to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is perfectly healthy to have a larger person as a role model, even in the media, as someone who is active but may not have the perfect body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115151205792021993?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115151205792021993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115151205792021993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115151205792021993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115151205792021993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/brass-tacks.html' title='Brass Tacks'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115142420856155104</id><published>2006-06-27T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T09:03:28.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ping</title><content type='html'>He moved the fork between his &lt;br /&gt;two fingers&lt;br /&gt;before dropping it &lt;br /&gt;to the plate&lt;br /&gt;only to realize that &lt;br /&gt;she had gone&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;br /&gt;fork &lt;br /&gt;was all he &lt;br /&gt;had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115142420856155104?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115142420856155104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115142420856155104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115142420856155104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115142420856155104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/ping.html' title='Ping'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115134567667640655</id><published>2006-06-26T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T11:14:36.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Touche?</title><content type='html'>My titles don't even make sense anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am getting more and more excited about moving to NYC. Renee is leaving July 12, and I am going to be so sad! I can't beleive how soon it is and how much I am going to miss her. She was one of my first true friends here in Los Angeles. I am so glad that when I leave Los Angeles I can look forward to seeing her in NY! Its crazy, but she is going to be my friend for a very long time. I really appreciate her setting up my bridal shower last minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a point where I just don't care about pissing people off and frankly I have been too concerned with people pissing me off! I realized I am extremely out of touch with many members of my circle, you could say. I have been for a long time. For a while I thought it was my fault, but its not. The way I think is just way different than some. My priorities are different, my goals are different. Most want to be successful or find that super cool thing. I just want to buy a house and pay my bills. I think moving to NYC will be good for me. I am moving from playing adult to actually being an adult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115134567667640655?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115134567667640655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115134567667640655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115134567667640655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115134567667640655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/out-of-touche.html' title='Out of Touche?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115133731885804220</id><published>2006-06-26T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T11:00:55.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W is for Weekend!</title><content type='html'>What did I do this weekend? Let's see, how about watch the scariest movie ever created &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0435625/"&gt;The Descent&lt;/a&gt;!. That movie was a freakin blood bath of horror. I am so glad I watched it in an open arena, rather than in a dark cramped theatre. I think I would have run out of the theatre screaming. Instead I just looked up and reminded myself I was not 100 feet below the earth's surface being eaten alive by crazy white creatures! This movie was so scary a man PASSED OUT! Ask Corinne, it happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night I had to go see Nacho Libre to compensate. Funny. Although the people we went with complained the whole time. Boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched King Kong this weekend. The whole time Adam and I felt like something was missing. It was too much wonder for the island and not enough focus on making us care about the charecters. I really only cared about Adrian Brody, Tom Hank's son, and Jimmy. The rest, well, they could die. Why did they go on the island to save the chick? I mean, way more people died than necessary. Just go home. And Jack Black. I can't decide if he did a good job and the story just wasn't there to back him up, or if he did a horrible job and the movie was ruined because of him. I don't know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115133731885804220?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0435625/' title='W is for Weekend!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115133731885804220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115133731885804220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115133731885804220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115133731885804220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/w-is-for-weekend.html' title='W is for Weekend!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115108346755891532</id><published>2006-06-23T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T10:24:27.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Byeday</title><content type='html'>I am really good at my job. Most of the other jobs part of the time I felt like I was not quite good enough, or it was boring, but not this job. Man, HR is so much fun. I don't know why. What a strange thing to discover. I also love working for the YMCA. There is just something about working at a place all about helping others and bettering yourself. Its such a good enviroment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I worked out this morning. Hence the happy glow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115108346755891532?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115108346755891532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115108346755891532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115108346755891532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115108346755891532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/friday-byeday.html' title='Friday Byeday'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115099821530659610</id><published>2006-06-22T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:43:35.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Does it Feel Like Friday?</title><content type='html'>Oh right, because I worked on Sunday. Last night I fell asleep at 6:30 p.m. Yup. You heard me right. I have been crazy stressed and busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that sentance mean "crazy stressed and busy"? Did I just turn stress and busy into nouns and make them crazy, like insane? Is stress running around with underwear on it's head and pencils up it's nose? What about busy? Did it start talking to itself again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...where was that going? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real life I have nothing to talk about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115099821530659610?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115099821530659610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115099821530659610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115099821530659610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115099821530659610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-does-it-feel-like-friday.html' title='Why Does it Feel Like Friday?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115089711486836185</id><published>2006-06-21T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T06:38:34.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its 6 AM Crazy Lady</title><content type='html'>I am here at work and it is 6:30 A.M. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is not going to last long. Maybe I can curl up underneath the desk for just a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115089711486836185?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115089711486836185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115089711486836185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115089711486836185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115089711486836185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-6-am-crazy-lady.html' title='Its 6 AM Crazy Lady'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115082102179818915</id><published>2006-06-20T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:30:21.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Diamond D</title><content type='html'>Its a sad state of affairs when Screech can loose his house. &lt;a href="http://www.getdshirts.com/"&gt;Save Diamond D's House&lt;/a&gt; by buying his T-shirts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually really funny, but I must not laugh for Screech has had enough laughter and now it is all tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated Saved by the Bell. Why did everyone like that show?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115082102179818915?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.getdshirts.com/' title='Save Diamond D'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115082102179818915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115082102179818915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115082102179818915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115082102179818915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/save-diamond-d.html' title='Save Diamond D'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115074398726581269</id><published>2006-06-19T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:06:27.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alert! I Am Busy!</title><content type='html'>I wrote that title at 9:45 a.m. and I am now writing the body at 12:00 p.m. I wonder when I will finish?! Only time will tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stress train has rolled in and wont be departing until September, and even then there might be a delay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that was lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I guess I'll finish now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115074398726581269?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115074398726581269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115074398726581269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115074398726581269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115074398726581269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/alert-i-am-busy.html' title='Alert! I Am Busy!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115048228139933504</id><published>2006-06-16T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T13:38:38.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>My dad sent my pictures of Fred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/1600/IMG_0575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/320/IMG_0575.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is only 6 weeks old. He lives in his carrier case because he likes cold dark places. My dad found him in an alley by the hospital. It cries all the time, even when it is eating. Meow, chomp, Meow, chomp. Fred is awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115048228139933504?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115048228139933504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115048228139933504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115048228139933504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115048228139933504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115047352270705213</id><published>2006-06-16T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T08:58:42.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got to Look Classy</title><content type='html'>3 more months til the wedding! I am starting to freak out just a little. Not about Adam. He is so the one. More over getting the last few things done, like the rings and the alterations on my dress. Oh, and don't forget the veil. Ah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up again last night at 2:30 a.m. from a nightmare. I am having those more often. This weekend is going to be about sleep, since I haven't had any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as a note, it is not polite to call someone for directions if you don't want the person finding out where you are going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115047352270705213?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115047352270705213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115047352270705213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115047352270705213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115047352270705213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/got-to-look-classy.html' title='Got to Look Classy'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115040636618873861</id><published>2006-06-15T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:24:43.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baja Too Fresh</title><content type='html'>I was just asked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I was! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not lying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short Play&lt;br /&gt;by Elizabeth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young lady carrying a Baja Fresh bag is followed by a young man in a parking garage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Young Man&lt;/strong&gt;:           "Is that any good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;                  "Baja Fresh? Uh no. I'm just picking this up for someone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Young Man&lt;/strong&gt;:           "Well thats nice of you."'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:                  "Well, its my job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Young Man&lt;/strong&gt;:           "Where do you work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;                  "At the YMCA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Young Man&lt;/strong&gt;:           "Really? Down the street?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:                  "Yes, you should check it out some time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Young Man&lt;/strong&gt;:           "So do you live around here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:                  "Not really, more near west hollywood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Young Man&lt;/strong&gt;:           "Awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:                  "So are you lost? Did you loose your car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Young Man&lt;/strong&gt;:           "Uh, yeah. Whats your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:                  "Elizabeth. Well this is my car. Nice to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Young Man&lt;/strong&gt;:           "So, do you want to have coffee or hang out sometime?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:                  "Uh, I am engaged. Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Young Man&lt;/strong&gt;:           "Well, good luck with that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115040636618873861?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115040636618873861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115040636618873861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115040636618873861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115040636618873861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/baja-too-fresh.html' title='Baja Too Fresh'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115039872778267142</id><published>2006-06-15T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:12:07.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro Fit</title><content type='html'>Hey remember this? Yeah, well its awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a person in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;well, that's unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;I go to a friend's party,&lt;br /&gt;drive a stranger home,&lt;br /&gt;and there it is,&lt;br /&gt;a person falling into my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;I study him, like I study a penny,&lt;br /&gt;to see if he should remain&lt;br /&gt;tucked away next to my hip bone. &lt;br /&gt;I leave him there&lt;br /&gt;forgetting I was ever without.&lt;br /&gt;I wear the same pants everyday&lt;br /&gt;just so I don't have to empty my pockets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115039872778267142?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115039872778267142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115039872778267142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115039872778267142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115039872778267142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/retro-fit.html' title='Retro Fit'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115039843637627947</id><published>2006-06-15T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:07:16.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Named Fred</title><content type='html'>My parents just got a new little kitty named Fred. That is an awesome name. Now Evelyn will have a playmate at my parent's house. I have no pictures of Fred so just imagine what he looks like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115039843637627947?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115039843637627947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115039843637627947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115039843637627947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115039843637627947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/cat-named-fred.html' title='Cat Named Fred'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115038784376540035</id><published>2006-06-15T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T09:10:43.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Glory Glory</title><content type='html'>People be over last night til 11. It be great. We be watching vibes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg, its like nails on a chalk board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vibes was awesome, as always. Not everyone understood, but I know it touched them deeply, because someone has had sex on this table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree with my friend Paul and think Jeff Goldblum totally gave the performance of his life. He was finally given the freedom to be the weirdo we know and love. He was robbed of an oscar I tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115038784376540035?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115038784376540035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115038784376540035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115038784376540035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115038784376540035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/morning-glory-glory.html' title='Morning Glory Glory'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115031967229459276</id><published>2006-06-14T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T14:14:32.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curry Noon Delight</title><content type='html'>I had a nightmare last night. It woke me at 3:30 a.m. and afterwards every worry I had just rushed up. Blah. I've been too depressed on this thing lately. Happy times! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my self portrait. When I read it to Adam he thought I was calling myself fat. In my head I wasn't. It is what it is and I like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am teaching gymnastics by myself today. I can hopefully work off lunch, which was free, which means awesome. I feel a little weird about it. Is everyone going to be looking at me like I don't belong? It's the last class so the parents will be watching. Scary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115031967229459276?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115031967229459276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115031967229459276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115031967229459276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115031967229459276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/curry-noon-delight.html' title='Curry Noon Delight'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115030080872411342</id><published>2006-06-14T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T09:00:08.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Portrait</title><content type='html'>I am tall for a girl&lt;br /&gt;Big for a woman&lt;br /&gt;Enormous for a bride&lt;br /&gt;and a house of a wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115030080872411342?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115030080872411342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115030080872411342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115030080872411342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115030080872411342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/self-portrait.html' title='Self Portrait'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115023872072685783</id><published>2006-06-13T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T15:45:20.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Me Yet?</title><content type='html'>So Adam and I are moving. We have not decided when, but we are. I have yet to have a sit down talk with anyone about it. I know how I feel, but right now I am trying hard not to influence Adam's decision about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to move, but moving requires a lot for him to give up so really I am letting him make all the decisions, like when we leave and where we go. When I moved back to New Jersey three years ago I only returned because I wanted to be with Adam. I had no intention of living in Los Angeles. Three years later here I am. Its okay, but I am so a family person its not even funny. I can't imagine having a house here, or raising a family. But I stayed here because Adam has this great company and he is happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is he hasn't been happy lately. He misses his family, he doesn't make enough money, and he wants to start his own family with his own home. All of these things equal move back to the east coast. When my best friend Renee and her fiance Tye announced they were going to move, well it kind of got Adam and I thinking more seriously about a plan to move back home. We always talk about it but never make any plans. I said I always knew what I wanted, but it really was all up to him. I would stick by him whatever he chose and would be happy anywhere as long as I was with him. He chose to move back to the east coast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now its just waiting to see when he wants to do it. I know a lot of people think I am pushing him into moving, but if I was like that I would have demanded we move at least 2 years ago. In reality I want him to make his own decision. I don't want him to regret moving. So I'll keep you posted on what he decides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115023872072685783?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ashland-city.k12.oh.us/ahs/classes/hort/2003/may07/tractor-rainout.jpg' title='Miss Me Yet?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115023872072685783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115023872072685783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115023872072685783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115023872072685783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/miss-me-yet.html' title='Miss Me Yet?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115022396849494841</id><published>2006-06-13T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:39:28.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant Green Jello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/1600/Green%20Jello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/320/Green%20Jello.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamt of a party where everyone was drinking ice cream float glasses filled with green jello squares. Clearly that is also what the Salt Lake City people dream about too as it is their official snack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just want jello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115022396849494841?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115022396849494841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115022396849494841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115022396849494841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115022396849494841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/giant-green-jello.html' title='Giant Green Jello'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115021799605916910</id><published>2006-06-13T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T09:59:56.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dont Think I'm Awake Yet</title><content type='html'>This morning I had the strangest feeling like I hadn't woken up yet. I was still asleep dreaming about driving into work. I still feel like that. Am I asleep? Wake up! Or better yet, sleep, sleep, cus mommy's tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I watched the Davinci code last night on the world premier 4x digital screening. It was amazing. The screen was so big! Adam scoffed at my amazement, but seriously it was awesome. I think we are going to see cars next week the same way. We saw the preview with the new digital projector, and man, we were in the back and we could see every little detail. Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the Davinci code was all right. I am glad I paid $0 dollars to go see it. I didn't like the book that much and still the book was better. Boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited for this movie tomorrow. Renee, Kristen, possibly Leslie, Corinne, and possibly even more! I mean what is more powerful than Peter Faulk, Jeff Goldblum and Cindy Lauper? I say nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115021799605916910?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115021799605916910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115021799605916910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115021799605916910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115021799605916910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-think-im-awake-yet.html' title='I Dont Think I&apos;m Awake Yet'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115013508420392846</id><published>2006-06-12T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T10:58:04.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Vibes</title><content type='html'>So Wednesday night I am going to have a little shindig at my place to watch Vibes. You heard it, Vibes, the best movie ever. Everyone should come. Maybe there will be pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115013508420392846?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096378/' title='Wednesday Vibes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115013508420392846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115013508420392846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115013508420392846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115013508420392846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/wednesday-vibes.html' title='Wednesday Vibes'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-115012906489106344</id><published>2006-06-12T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T09:17:44.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Up Tired</title><content type='html'>I am tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was a much needed break. After May Day on Friday Adam and I just lounged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Day was fun. I brought some friends and that was really awesome. We may not have won any awards, but it won an award in my heart. (puke). I had a great time and all without an ounce of alcohol. Kristen and I took some awesome pictures and scared half the audience with our crazy dances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;Corinne - Awesome. I was so glad she won, because, well, I voted for her. (by the way I had a few write ins myself! - although not sure why. Not really my best performance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Atrox - I knew they would bring the funny, and they did! Most liked Jeff the best, and while he was super funny I think Paul was the real funny man there. I mean, did you see him? Funny guy! They won best line and they deserved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't agree with most of the other wins. My sense of funny is different than other people I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend was just relaxing. Adam watched some soccer and I did some puzzles. I like puzzles. We also watched the Squid and the Whale. Man that movie is hard to watch. Those parents! I screamed at the TV so many times. They were all awful people. It was written so well and was a good movie, but I don't see how I could ever see it again. My entire high school was filled with kids like the older son. Ug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-115012906489106344?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/115012906489106344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=115012906489106344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115012906489106344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/115012906489106344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/waking-up-tired.html' title='Waking Up Tired'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114987883814947464</id><published>2006-06-09T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:47:18.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilly Dally</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to say today, but I feel like typing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Renee is the awesomest, has been for 6 years, plus we totally wear the same shoes all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate Los Angeles bagels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should come to May Day, and totally write my name in (there is a space to do that!) for best actress. (I probably should mention that I am not one of the nominees, but that shouldn't stop you from writing me in! Do it! Do it for your Grandma! Grandma's love me!)I don't deserve it for reals, but I deserve it in my brain, so please my brain and vote for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all sincerity I have heard very good things about these movies. I am excited to see everyone's hard work and I hope some people like our movie. Go Team Meat! Team Meat Anagram! Yaaaaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114987883814947464?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114987883814947464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114987883814947464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114987883814947464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114987883814947464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/dilly-dally.html' title='Dilly Dally'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114978424348220577</id><published>2006-06-08T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T09:30:43.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Go To Bed Angry</title><content type='html'>Or never talk about important things that make Adam angry before you go to bed, because then you dream of missing school and pigs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a Psychic Bunny T-Shirt. You should all order a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.goodstorm.com/stores/mayday"&gt;Psychic Bunny T-Shirt&lt;/a&gt;. I'm getting the Bunny Launch shirt, so don't pick that one, because I will just look better in it than you. Well, thats a lie. I just don't want you to look better than me in it. Because I will cry. Boo hoo hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114978424348220577?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114978424348220577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114978424348220577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114978424348220577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114978424348220577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/never-go-to-bed-angry.html' title='Never Go To Bed Angry'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114970036623586732</id><published>2006-06-07T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T10:12:46.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Car is Mine</title><content type='html'>Everyone should visit my &lt;a href="http://www.rauschermartin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wedding Page&lt;/a&gt;. It is pretty awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car is back. I am afraid. Don't eat me car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Day is this friday. Everyone should totally come because it shall be awesome. Remember, I don't speaka so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Family Stone last night. It was awful. I hated almost all of the charecters and then suddenly they are all one big happy family. I didn't get it. Plus Sarah Jessica Parker looked like a beat up whore throughout the whole movie. Was that the point? She was a hooker? I have no idea. Just don't see it. Of all that is holy, don't see it. Plus, one of the most disturbing love scenes I have ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now watching Mean Girls, well I could watch that over and over. Not really sure why, but then I remember because its really funny. Hey remember the rap song in the middle with KG? Yeah, good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114970036623586732?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rauschermartin.blogspot.com/' title='The Car is Mine'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114970036623586732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114970036623586732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114970036623586732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114970036623586732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/car-is-mine.html' title='The Car is Mine'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114961011198426172</id><published>2006-06-06T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:08:32.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Hate about Los Angeles</title><content type='html'>Or...10 reasons why I want to move back east right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I won't have to buy plane tickets for my own wedding. &lt;br /&gt;2.  I can borrow my folks car, or just take the train into work, rather than taking the slow, slow bus. &lt;br /&gt;3.  I can actually visit my grandfather rathter than vaguely receiving messages about his well being. &lt;br /&gt;4.  I can spend some time with my brother, whom I haven't seen more than a dozen times in the last six years. &lt;br /&gt;5.  I can get free stuff from my relatives. &lt;br /&gt;6.  I can see the fall. &lt;br /&gt;7.  I can actually go home for christmas. &lt;br /&gt;8.  I can start saving money for a home, or better I can eventually afford a home. &lt;br /&gt;9.  I can sing on a regular basis. &lt;br /&gt;10. I can see my fiance happy all the time from being near his family and feeling loved by everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I move today? Because man, I am getting sick of this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114961011198426172?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114961011198426172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114961011198426172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114961011198426172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114961011198426172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/10-things-i-hate-about-los-angeles.html' title='10 Things I Hate about Los Angeles'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114953811568482537</id><published>2006-06-05T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:08:35.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Backwards from 10</title><content type='html'>Just heard word about my car. Some sensor thing or some bullshit like that. 10...9...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank John and Jeff for helping Adam and I with our car. They were ready and willing to move my car, but luckily for all the car started as soon as John arrived. After that was a lovely time at Shakeys Pizza. I like their plan of making a regular night of it with more people. I like events that I can walk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep thinking of lovely things like that to get me through my day because man, I am having trouble not throwing my chair over right now. Roar!! 8...7...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much going on I can't beleve I am spending close to 1,500 dollars on my car. Yes, you heard it. Over the past 2 months that will be the total cost of my car, other than the monthly payments and gas. Maybe the money fairy can fly over head and grant me money wishes because I have no idea how I can do...well...anything. 6...5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just going to be angry, so fuck the rest of the countdown. I didn't even make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114953811568482537?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114953811568482537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114953811568482537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114953811568482537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114953811568482537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/count-backwards-from-10.html' title='Count Backwards from 10'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114952803057598282</id><published>2006-06-05T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T10:20:30.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do I Describe Thee, Let Me Punch You In The Face</title><content type='html'>I really like saying "punch you in the face." Its happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend was highly overshadowed by my car's temper tantrums. Really, if it wanted attention it should have just said so instead of stalling on the freeway on a hot saturday afternoon. Baby, come back to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car is in the shop now. I had to take the bus this morning, which isn't necessarily bad but I wasn't prepared so I arrived at my work 1/2 hour late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather seems to be okay. They really wont know how bad the injury is until he heals up a little bit. My family is estimating he will go right into rehab. That is probably the best because knowing my grandfather he will push himself too hard and then break something else. You know how he broke his thigh bone? He decided (he is 85) that it would be a good idea to stand on a chair to fix the doorbell. Unfortunatly he forgot to take the cushion off the chair and it slipped. After he fell off the ladder, and the roof, he has been instructed not to climb things anymore. Does he listen? Of course not! But thats my grandpa, and really I like that he is that kind of guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend there were parties, and Shakeys Pizza, and the Al Gore movie, and lasagna, oh and a cat in a shirt. By the way, evelyn is out of the cone and into a shirt. Its hillarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, life blows, but there is really nothing I can do about it so I can't get too sad. So I'll just keep punching you in the face. Pow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114952803057598282?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114952803057598282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114952803057598282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114952803057598282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114952803057598282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-do-i-describe-thee-let-me-punch.html' title='How Do I Describe Thee, Let Me Punch You In The Face'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114929304095723103</id><published>2006-06-02T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T17:04:00.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Day Turns Into Fudge</title><content type='html'>I should probably follow up the previous post. I have yet to speak to my grandfather or my parents. I did speak to my brother and they are all planning on visiting him on Wednesday. That means it is not serious enough to warrent and general alert, but enough that they are paying him a visit. My Grandpa has broken many a bone and I am sure he will be fine, although how do you break a thigh bone? Ouch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone at work has been great. I got a lot done on my wedding. If you plan on attending my wedding please check out my &lt;a href="http://www.rauschermartin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wedding Website&lt;/a&gt; to book your hotel rooms. They will go fast I tell you. Plus, it will be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114929304095723103?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114929304095723103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114929304095723103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114929304095723103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114929304095723103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-day-turns-into-fudge.html' title='When the Day Turns Into Fudge'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114926546802034220</id><published>2006-06-02T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T09:24:28.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pay Me To Be Alone</title><content type='html'>My grandfather broke his thigh bone in the middle of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is going to be at work except me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114926546802034220?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114926546802034220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114926546802034220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114926546802034220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114926546802034220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/pay-me-to-be-alone.html' title='The Pay Me To Be Alone'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114920517799539440</id><published>2006-06-01T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:40:16.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Line of Toast</title><content type='html'>Dont ask me what that title means. I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long day, but I got free lunch, so its okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding stuff is starting to actually get a bit stressful. There is a lot of stuff that I still need to do, and more importantly, pay for. God damn wedding is taking all that I have! All of it! And then more so, because I am not paying my bills. Oh man, getting married is like having your car break down every weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh, I bet I am the only one who has ever said that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114920517799539440?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114920517799539440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114920517799539440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114920517799539440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114920517799539440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/end-of-line-of-toast.html' title='End of the Line of Toast'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114917988100109348</id><published>2006-06-01T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T09:38:53.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Day in June</title><content type='html'>Well the trailer is up for &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=786244438&amp;n=2"&gt;MAY DAY&lt;/a&gt;. You see me chasing Adam with a stick. Whats new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, I am so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screening is May 9. Be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114917988100109348?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.maydayfilms.com/' title='May Day in June'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114917988100109348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114917988100109348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114917988100109348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114917988100109348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/06/may-day-in-june.html' title='May Day in June'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114910170934140315</id><published>2006-05-31T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:55:09.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Is That A Bad Idea?</title><content type='html'>I went to bed last night at 2 a.m. because it was KARAOKE night baby! I sang a few songs, rocked out hard, and left dust in my tracks. $4 dollar drinks equalls good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was also a revelation. I don't get drunk. I had three drinks last night and nothing. Not even a bit tipsy. Yet I was driving haphazardly and yelling about my job for a good 10 minutes before I realized I was using my outside voice inside. Adam thinks maybe I don't know when I am drunk, and driving last night may have been a bad idea. But I was not dizzy, I didn't act stupid, and I didn't feel any different. So how would I know I was drunk? I guess I should have assumed that if alcohol had reached my body I must have been drunk, even if I was not. Or I am in a constant state of drunkiness and I just don't know the difference. Either way, drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a broken lock on my desk. Shhh. Don't say anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114910170934140315?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114910170934140315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114910170934140315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114910170934140315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114910170934140315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-much-is-that-bad-idea.html' title='How Much Is That A Bad Idea?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114902817286662679</id><published>2006-05-30T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T15:29:32.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Time Ago I Used To Be Awesome</title><content type='html'>Until a month ago I was working only 6 hours a day. Now I work 8. I cant do it. I have been spoiled beyond reason and I require only a 6 hour work day! When will I be rich enough to work part time. Man, that will be sweet, because I am totally lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam has requested I sing at the reception for my wedding. Should I do it? Should I really? My family would love it. I think my friends would mock me til the day I die. Ah, the wishes of those you love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to print out some song lyrics for this evening reprise of karaoke. I havent done it in a while, but god damn it I feel like singing. Also like a bazillion people asked me to come, so I am, because I am weak. You say jump I punch you in the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114902817286662679?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114902817286662679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114902817286662679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114902817286662679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114902817286662679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-time-ago-i-used-to-be-awesome.html' title='A Long Time Ago I Used To Be Awesome'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114900501627236434</id><published>2006-05-30T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T09:03:36.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends are for Weddings</title><content type='html'>Weddings are now equally the best and worst things ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended one of the best weddings ever on Saturday. Really, I kid you not. Mike got drunk, Anna-Elisa was a beautiful bride, Jared was a gracious groom, and Adam and I danced the night away. I never laughed so hard in my life and never cared less about how I looked. Peanut Butter Jelly Time is now my official favorite song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really set the bar high when it comes to weddings, and I learned a lot about making a smooth and fun party. I hope I can implement some of the ideas, but it is pretty hard having it all the way in New Jersey. I hope some of my friends can come because really that was the key to such a fun night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatly that was not the end of the weddings as I had to sit through 2 wedding videos at a co-worker BBQ. So lame. It confirmed for Adam and I that a wedding video is lame and we were right. Pictures will be fine for us, and I am sure we will loose most of the them anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend ended with an awesome Memorial Day BBQ. Sometimes I forget that I have people that do enjoy my company and that I can be nice. Sometimes its so much fun to be a mean girl,  but inside, I swear, I am as soft as a little duckling. My niceness paid off and I had a good time. I also have a secret talent for badmitten, although have no idea how to spell it. Case and point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yay for weekends. I wish it will still going on, but alas, all things must end. I would just like to add....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter Jelly Time, Peanut Butter Jelly Time&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter Jelly, Peanut Butter Jelly, Peanut Butter Jelly with a baseball  bat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114900501627236434?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114900501627236434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114900501627236434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114900501627236434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114900501627236434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekends-are-for-weddings.html' title='Weekends are for Weddings'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114867619504792149</id><published>2006-05-26T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T13:43:15.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday is My Fun Day</title><content type='html'>My car is broke. Stally Mcgee...thats its name. Stupid Car. I missed Monday, Tuesday and Thursday because of sickness and car. None of these days off did I actually get to enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and $500 dollars later it might still be broke. What to do? Nothin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thanks to Alan for following my car and making sure I didnt get stranded in the middle of the road, like earlier in the day, and that morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg. Angry face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114867619504792149?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114867619504792149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114867619504792149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114867619504792149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114867619504792149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/05/friday-is-my-fun-day.html' title='Friday is My Fun Day'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114850796547624452</id><published>2006-05-24T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:59:25.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickie Days</title><content type='html'>I am sick. I have been sick since Sunday. Mayday killed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our movie came out okay. Our group dynamics, not so much. Only the people can decide....and peoples is peoples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out both Andy Kaufman, Sammy Davis Jr., and Jim Henson all died on my birthday. My day of birth has brough pain to the world. Sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents think I am hillarious, which I didnt find out until recently. Turns out a lot of people I grew up with always thought I would go into comedy. Haha. I think there might be a slight differnce between a good comic and someone who just makes an ass out of themselves. If you cant tell, I am the later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to write more in this thing, considering there are other websites that link to mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note: I stepped outside my office in my heels and a coworker looked at me, and without realizing he was speaking outloud, said "She is REALLY tall". Did I grow? I don't remember growing. I have lost about 15lbs - 20 lbs. Maybe the loss of weight just makes people think I am taller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets recap....Never one mention of my weight loss but here have been some responses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woa, your hair is looking awesome (my hair is the same)&lt;br /&gt;She is really tall (I am the same height)&lt;br /&gt;Have your boobs gotten bigger (no...the same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I am very proud of myself for my super ability to grow taller, magically turn my hair to gold, and inflate my own boobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114850796547624452?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114850796547624452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114850796547624452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114850796547624452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114850796547624452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/05/sickie-days.html' title='Sickie Days'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114711401844002341</id><published>2006-05-08T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T11:46:58.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What, its May already?</title><content type='html'>Wait, what happen to April? Well, it must not exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend? Busy. Also very wedding centric. Wedding invitations are bought, along with stamps, so look forward to those soon, I hope. They might get lost. Wait, thats bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming the end of the world is near and somehow I survive. Two nights ago the world was swallowed into a cloud of red dust. Last night I travelled with Adam and a friend that shall not be named across country in a semi truck. In my dream I actually dreamt about sleeping! I was tossing and turning and screaming, and woke up next to the friend that shall not be named instead of adam! That woke me up quick and realized it was all a lie and my head likes to mess with me. Awesome. Mind of its own I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that was bad. boo on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114711401844002341?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114711401844002341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114711401844002341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114711401844002341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114711401844002341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-its-may-already.html' title='What, its May already?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114365851947847226</id><published>2006-03-29T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:55:19.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Again</title><content type='html'>I have internet again. Did I miss internet? Yes. Did internet miss me? Probably not, but then all electronics are like that, selfish bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did miss reading up on Veronica Mars. Man, I like that show, like way more than Lost. I guess I have decided to watch Veronica Mars instead. What, Veronica Mars is moving to Tuesdays after Gilmore Girls? Whaha! Sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114365851947847226?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114365851947847226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114365851947847226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114365851947847226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114365851947847226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/03/internet-again.html' title='Internet Again'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114323320232357764</id><published>2006-03-24T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T12:47:46.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Slump</title><content type='html'>I am sooo tired. I feel emotionally drained. My weekend down to Temecula has been cancelled because my Aunt Tammy decided to fly to Ohio to make my grandfather go to the doctors. Turns out my deathly ill grandpa has given up. When I called my dad turns out he was just there visiting them and showing Benji some colleges. I didnt even know they went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking with my dad is horrible now. He just sounds upset and distant. I dont know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114323320232357764?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114323320232357764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114323320232357764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114323320232357764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114323320232357764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday-slump.html' title='Friday Slump'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114289098559741619</id><published>2006-03-20T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T13:43:05.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>I love the picture of Adam on my desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114289098559741619?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114289098559741619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114289098559741619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114289098559741619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114289098559741619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/03/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114287221225270324</id><published>2006-03-20T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T08:30:12.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dont Remember Too Good</title><content type='html'>I remember yogurt tasting much better. Oh well, still a good breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was very pleasant, although I am sure I talked a few people's ears off. But it was filled with the ladies, as Adam pointed out. On sunday I had 3 girls over at my house with no boys, except Adam. A new record! There was target, coffee, romantic comedy, ryan renalds, and sex talk! The gina's ruled the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Uno ruled the day as I played it 4 days in a row. Scary huh? I love me some stack em'. Everybody should come over for uno. Uno is the greatest. Also jenga was played alot, but the crashing part always scares me! I only lost once, and that was to Mike. Mike!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost a lot of weight. I dropped a size! It would be nice if someone noticed, although Adam notices how nice and firm my butt is!!! People always have a hard time telling if I have gained or lost weight, so it really shouldnt be a suprise to me. God, I am so selfish, always wanted a complement. God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114287221225270324?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114287221225270324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114287221225270324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114287221225270324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114287221225270324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-remember-too-good.html' title='I Dont Remember Too Good'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114261434304212213</id><published>2006-03-17T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T08:52:23.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patty's Day Feastalot</title><content type='html'>Last night was good times, yo. Renee and Tye came over for a traditional St. Patty's Day Feast filled with Corned Beef and Potatos. Yum. We also had a rocking good time with Bitch Scatagories. I am sure going to miss them when they move to N.Y.C. They are leaving the day after my bridal shower, which is very very sweet. Renee is awesome and I will miss her dearly, but I will visit them when we go home. Another person to NYC. When do we get to go back? Probably never. If I wasn't with Adam I would have been there a long time ago, actually I probably would have never moved back to Los Angeles in the first place. But Adam is definatly a reason to stay, so I am happy with that. I am getting married after all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also 6 months until the wedding. I wish it was tomorrow, but then again I wish I had a million dollars to pay for all the things we still need to pay for, like plane tickets, rings, invitation, etc.... Where will this money come from? Anyone want to contribute to the Elizabeth &amp; Adam get hitched fund?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114261434304212213?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114261434304212213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114261434304212213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114261434304212213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114261434304212213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/03/st-pattys-day-feastalot.html' title='St. Patty&apos;s Day Feastalot'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114254973597430744</id><published>2006-03-16T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:00:03.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Leave Early?</title><content type='html'>I want to leave early. Can I? Can the power of the internet make time itself bend and break? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I type on this thing a little longer that will happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I am bored or I hate my job, neither is the case. I am just having one of those days where I want to be home in my bed, curled up in my deer blanket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have a deer blanket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college this girl gave me a velvet green blanket with a mommy deer and her kid. She said when she saw it she thought of me. What does a velvet deer blanket say to you? I say it means kick ass. I love it. So warm and snuggly and deerish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114254973597430744?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114254973597430744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114254973597430744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114254973597430744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114254973597430744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/03/can-i-leave-early.html' title='Can I Leave Early?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114243367679623136</id><published>2006-03-15T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T06:41:16.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Bitterness</title><content type='html'>I beleive I need to cut ties a little bit from people. They are all making me angry. Somehow when someone calls someone else something mean they become the toast of the town. Oh wait, thats right, just like high school, and I hated high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter. Adam might have surgery. People should ask him about it. But then, no one really checks up on they do they? Guess what guys, best friend any of you could ever ask for and you treat him like shit, forget about him, ignore him, because you can. You know he will always come back with his face smiling. He would do anything for you, and what do you do for him? Nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114243367679623136?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114243367679623136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114243367679623136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114243367679623136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114243367679623136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/03/morning-bitterness.html' title='Morning Bitterness'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114234791389001547</id><published>2006-03-14T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T06:51:53.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Au'Some Non Fruit</title><content type='html'>I would like to sing the praises of Florida Natural's Au'Some Fruit Juice Nuggets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are simply the greatest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, awesome is spelled "au'some" which means they are even better than the greatest, they are the greatestest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here at work at 6:50 a.m. I have an early meeting, which meant I got up at 5:30 a.m. I hate myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114234791389001547?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114234791389001547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114234791389001547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114234791389001547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114234791389001547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/03/ausome-non-fruit.html' title='Au&apos;Some Non Fruit'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114226710505441698</id><published>2006-03-13T08:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T08:25:05.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Vote for 4 day Weekend, 3 day Work Week</title><content type='html'>This weekened was ok. I really like spending time with Adam, but I would like to see my friends more. Almost for a month now every time we call one of our friends to do something they are already doing something with someone else, and they failed to call us about it. I feel a little shunned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the first year I have to pay taxes, rather than receiving a refund. It really, really, really, really blows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, at least its almost 6 months til I am married!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114226710505441698?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114226710505441698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114226710505441698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114226710505441698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114226710505441698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-vote-for-4-day-weekend-3-day-work_13.html' title='I Vote for 4 day Weekend, 3 day Work Week'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114226709461879514</id><published>2006-03-13T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T08:24:54.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Vote for 4 day Weekend, 3 day Work Week</title><content type='html'>This weekened was ok. I really like spending time with Adam, but I would like to see my friends more. Almost for a month now every time we call one of our friends to do something they are already doing something with someone else, and they failed to call us about it. I feel a little shunned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the first year I have to pay taxes, rather than receiving a refund. It really, really, really, really blows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, at least its almost 6 months til I am married!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114226709461879514?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114226709461879514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114226709461879514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114226709461879514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114226709461879514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-vote-for-4-day-weekend-3-day-work.html' title='I Vote for 4 day Weekend, 3 day Work Week'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114200997245494814</id><published>2006-03-10T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T08:59:32.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Friday, Tomorrow the World!</title><content type='html'>My face is itchy today. Itchy Face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a long winded version of Great Expectaions last night. Way too long. I was so tired and bored that I dreamed about sleeping. That is so hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dreamt that my hand was run over by a car. It might have been because I was sleeping on my hand and it fell fast asleep. The only one who cared, in my dream anyhow, was Mike. Thanks Mike! Although I know in real life you wouldn't start paying attention until at least 4 other people's hands were also mowed over. What does that mean? I dont know! Its Friday! Woot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like that word "woot". Who says that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 8:58 a.m. I start work at 9:00 a.m. So hence I am writing on here instead of working. Off the clock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114200997245494814?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114200997245494814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114200997245494814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114200997245494814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114200997245494814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-is-friday-tomorrow-world.html' title='Today is Friday, Tomorrow the World!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114174854233028800</id><published>2006-03-07T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T08:22:22.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Faced Runner</title><content type='html'>When I work out my face is beet red for at least an hour. Tomato face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam made really yummy baked ziti last night. Anything tastes good drenched with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also watched Bride and Prejudice with Naveen Andrews, and also that hot girl from Karma Sutra. As she continued to be hot, she was hardly in it, as was Naveen Andrews, so really the talented people that have been proven good actors were pushed to the back while the no name horrible actors were pushed to the front, like the dude who played Darcy. Really Darcy is one of the hunkiest novel charecters ever, and when you put a no charecter not hot man in that role, it just doesnt work. At least the movie was a lot of fun, even if it didnt get fun until mid way in. But my love of India survives none the less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a lot of trouble sleeping lately. Oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114174854233028800?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114174854233028800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114174854233028800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114174854233028800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114174854233028800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/03/red-faced-runner.html' title='Red Faced Runner'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114166378400707845</id><published>2006-03-06T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T08:49:44.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently Life Gets Better</title><content type='html'>So I had a really nice weekend, note its awesomeness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night: BBQ and Corn Mo, what could be better "maybe, maybe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Afternoon: Field Trip with USC Geology. I got more excercise than I do working out and my face is a cool red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Evening: Dim Sum with Leslie and a Jackie Chan movie. I see nothing greater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Indian food yum! Also watching the Oscars alone, half asleep, is really the best way to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird to have dreams about baby tigers taking over your parent's home? No? Ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114166378400707845?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114166378400707845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114166378400707845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114166378400707845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114166378400707845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/03/recently-life-gets-better.html' title='Recently Life Gets Better'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114141934089712424</id><published>2006-03-03T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T12:55:40.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently Life Sucks</title><content type='html'>So I was called "unattractive" on a public forum. Usually I don't care, but this was said by my "friends", which just makes it sad. I was called unattractive because I am overweight. And now everyone beleives I am going crazy because I might think this is a bit insulting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their excuse is that I am the only overweight person on the board, which it is not true, and they were using me as an example of how not everyone fits the media's idea of attractivness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know about you, but I am attractive. Why they felt the need to bring me down, I have no idea. People really surprise you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what surprised me the most is that everyone agreed with her. I am severly dissappointed with my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114141934089712424?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114141934089712424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114141934089712424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114141934089712424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114141934089712424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/03/recently-life-sucks.html' title='Recently Life Sucks'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-114056043888193614</id><published>2006-02-21T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T14:26:21.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Computer Eyes</title><content type='html'>I really do hate most people. I don't say this to be cute, I really do. I find fault in everyone, and judge ever so harshly. I am upset that my friends say one thing, do another. I hate that because I am engaged I am suddenly undesirable as a friend, and a woman. I hate that when I put faith in someone, they let me down, and all I can do is compare degrees. I hate placing my happiness on others when my instinct urges me to retreat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed, lost, and a little happy that my fears came true. No, they were not irrational, like most said, they were utterly true. Irrational fears are just those that rational people deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my grandfather totally has throat cancer. Nothing they can do for him. He's too weak. A few months? A year? Who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-114056043888193614?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/114056043888193614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=114056043888193614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114056043888193614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/114056043888193614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-computer-eyes.html' title='New Computer Eyes'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-113933120851215371</id><published>2006-02-07T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T08:53:28.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise Ya Later</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night that Adam cheated on me. I could talk about how that is sad and depressing, but I wont. Really it was just cooly disappointing. I said get out. I went to talk to my friends. No one was around. I went to some support group. Blah Blah. I just think that Adam cheating on me would rock my core of humanity so much that even my dreams half ass it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at the YMCA is cool. I work out now in the morning. Which is good, cus I need excercise up. Lost a little bit already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I Met Your Mother is awesome. I want to suit up. I am ready to suit up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-113933120851215371?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/113933120851215371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=113933120851215371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113933120851215371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113933120851215371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/02/cruise-ya-later.html' title='Cruise Ya Later'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-113892056381203866</id><published>2006-02-02T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:49:23.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Way Past X-Mas</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so I haven't written in here for a while. A long while. I had no job, nor internet, for about a month and a half. But now I have half internet (work internet) and a job! Woo Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now work at the Westside Family YMCA. Its great. Yay! Does anyone else here kermit when you write the words yay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beleive I have a super power, a power hidden away in my very soul, but if I told anyone they would think me silly or stupid. I generally beleive most people beleive me to be one or both of those things all the time, but there is no reason to add to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs hurt. Working out is hard. I bet like a million gillion dollars that in 6 months I will neither look diffrent nor feel different. I don't loose weight. When you trim off a leaf from a giant tree no one ever notices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-113892056381203866?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/113892056381203866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=113892056381203866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113892056381203866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113892056381203866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-is-way-past-x-mas.html' title='It is Way Past X-Mas'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-113543804778554978</id><published>2005-12-24T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T07:27:27.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Time is Here!</title><content type='html'>Today is Christmas Eve. A special day where I get to run around in heels to twenty different places and hope to god I don't have to sing in the children's choir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet with the minister today. I would be okay with it if the minister wasn't a family friend who has known me in my akward high school phase. Well everything before college felt like my akward phase, and most of the time now. Really I just don't feel akward when I'm watching T.V, mostly because I don't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this break I hope to enjoy internet finally, apply for a few more jobs, visit the city a little, have fun with the fam and in generall just mooch off everyone cus I gots no monies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays! I wish mooch monies for all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-113543804778554978?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/113543804778554978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=113543804778554978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113543804778554978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113543804778554978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/12/xmas-time-is-here.html' title='Xmas Time is Here!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-113460646564558986</id><published>2005-12-14T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T16:27:45.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I Have Been Fired</title><content type='html'>Time to oneself is not always the best idea. I don't necessarily need a job, but something to occupy my time would be nice. Too much time to think always leads to trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is a funny thing. I've always had trouble with the whole concept. I have a hard time looking outside myself, which I beleive many of us would agree is difficult for anyone. I enjoy the friends I have now. I have a few good ones. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Christmas time and I love everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope the metro strike in NYC doesn't affect my travel plans. I want to go into the city and see the snow and central park. NYC can really be romantic, but without the subway it might be too stressful for my taste. NYC can be really stressful at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad to want to give everyone a hug? Call me, I will give you a hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-113460646564558986?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/113460646564558986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=113460646564558986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113460646564558986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113460646564558986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/12/yes-i-have-been-fired.html' title='Yes, I Have Been Fired'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-113338928754266417</id><published>2005-11-30T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T14:21:27.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Haven't I Been Fired?</title><content type='html'>So ANTM is awesome for its total bitchiness and the way it has completly taken over my brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also did anyone see last night's episode of House? I had no idea who Cuddy had named in charge until the promo for next week's episode. Man, poor House. He must get tired of being such an asshole. I thought Cuddy was going to be his new supervisor, and that would be awesome. I like Cuddy. They should kick Sela Ward and Cameron off the team and have it just be Cuddy and House. Wouldn't that make an awesome sitcom? House returning home from work just to have Cuddy hit him with a golf club. Man that would be good television. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the job search again, and I think my boss is trying to convince me to quit. Well sucks to be him because I aint leaving until I have another paying job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have just become one of those blogs talking about TV. God Damn it. Life is more than T.V. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a liar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-113338928754266417?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/113338928754266417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=113338928754266417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113338928754266417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113338928754266417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-havent-i-been-fired.html' title='Why Haven&apos;t I Been Fired?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-113322026175263368</id><published>2005-11-28T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:24:21.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving, Yum!</title><content type='html'>My family has taken a time warp back to high school, and somehow I sent them there. I love finding out months later that I have caused, once again, a giant riff in my family. Luckily its just extended family, and not my mom &amp; dad. They still love me. :) Hey, it fress up some space for the reception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start working towards this wedding. I have done nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-113322026175263368?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/113322026175263368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=113322026175263368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113322026175263368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113322026175263368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-yum.html' title='Thanksgiving, Yum!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-113217490838914120</id><published>2005-11-16T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T13:01:48.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nienti</title><content type='html'>Habberplabb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-113217490838914120?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/113217490838914120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=113217490838914120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113217490838914120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113217490838914120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/11/nienti.html' title='Nienti'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-113175558811196159</id><published>2005-11-11T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T16:33:08.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Alone for an Hour</title><content type='html'>On the job hunt again. Fun stuff! Although this time my options seems a lot more open. I might actually get a job that doesn't end up shaddy and evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have plans before the weekend starts. Thats weird. Like many plans. So many plans that the planning of planet town is totally planned out to the planetisimal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many words. I beleive I just blew up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-113175558811196159?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgs4.html' title='Been Alone for an Hour'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/113175558811196159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=113175558811196159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113175558811196159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113175558811196159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/11/been-alone-for-hour.html' title='Been Alone for an Hour'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-113166783158529310</id><published>2005-11-10T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T16:11:01.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is For Suckers, Tomorrow Is For You</title><content type='html'>I don't even know what that means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should just stop whatever I am doing now and write horror flicks. I have 10 ideas that I came up with RIGHT NOW that are awesome. One even game my co-worker the shivers. Okay, whose with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Batcave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-113166783158529310?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/113166783158529310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=113166783158529310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113166783158529310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113166783158529310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-is-for-suckers-tomorrow-is-for.html' title='Today Is For Suckers, Tomorrow Is For You'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-113105085736428158</id><published>2005-11-03T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T12:48:30.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times Had By All</title><content type='html'>Adam and I took some glamour shots last night after a pretty hillarious America's Next Top Model. If one actually makes me look pretty I'll put it up here. My hair is in my face, my boobs out, if that doesn't make me look pretty I don't know what will. Plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a portable CD player that works. Or better yet, a computer that works. Damn 2 broken computers at home. You guys totally let me down. Shame on you broken computers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Day is this weekend. It was so much fun last time. I hope its the same thing again, hopefully with even less pressure on us than before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT HOT HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah......i like typing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-113105085736428158?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/113105085736428158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=113105085736428158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113105085736428158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113105085736428158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/11/fun-times-had-by-all.html' title='Fun Times Had By All'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-113088566298430283</id><published>2005-11-01T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T14:54:22.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallets are for Suckers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/1600/bridezilla-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/320/bridezilla-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot my wallet, like an idiot. Maybe its sign that I should continue in my quest to look totally awesome in my wedding dress. I beleive I drunkenly said one day that I didn't care what I looked like. Well after spending over $700 on a dress I will wear once, I thought better of it. Yogurt and sit-ups for me pal. Yup Yup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided to add another addition to the wedding fan - fair, a party! In order to save money we are going to lesson the attendance of the catered luncheon, and just have booze and pizza at the evening party for everyone. How great does that sound! I could not have wished for anything more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we are meeting with the minister on christmas eve. Thats a bit worrisome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-113088566298430283?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/113088566298430283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=113088566298430283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113088566298430283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113088566298430283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/11/wallets-are-for-suckers.html' title='Wallets are for Suckers'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-113079425905628724</id><published>2005-10-31T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:30:59.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am All Kinds of Published</title><content type='html'>You should totally check this out, cus I wrote it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smrt-tv.com/v2-04/feature_lost.html"&gt;My Lost Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all kinds of awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-113079425905628724?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.smrt-tv.com/v2-04/feature_lost.html' title='I Am All Kinds of Published'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/113079425905628724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=113079425905628724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113079425905628724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113079425905628724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-all-kinds-of-published.html' title='I Am All Kinds of Published'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-113054122907331343</id><published>2005-10-28T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T16:13:49.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Bitch, Or Not To Bitch</title><content type='html'>The sun is out for the first time this week. Must be good news. Or the spiffy music I am listening to. I kinda like Ben Kweller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it really mean to be a bitch now a days. I call myself one, but I beleive my definition is a bit skewed. It used to mean evil, or bitter, or angry and mean, just plain awful. Really, any girl with a mind of her own is called a bitch. I hang out with dudes, I dont like girlie stuff, I tell people when they suck or are being mean, and sometimes that is labled as being a bitch, but never by men I might add. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back has been itching lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every night this week I have had a nightmare. I really have an overactive imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a book to read you should read the Housewrights by Art Corriveau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0142002097/qid=1130541141/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-0427158-9589733?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;n=507846&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the sexiest book I have ever read, ever. SEXY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-113054122907331343?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0142002097/qid=1130541141/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-0427158-9589733?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;n=507846' title='To Bitch, Or Not To Bitch'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/113054122907331343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=113054122907331343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113054122907331343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113054122907331343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-bitch-or-not-to-bitch.html' title='To Bitch, Or Not To Bitch'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-113026595440809811</id><published>2005-10-25T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:45:54.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burkin Lurkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/1600/boring.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/320/boring.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been writting for a long time. My first post? Titles Falling. Subject A sleep. Amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I try a little too hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I found that my wardrobe is largely lacking in low cut tops. Whats up with that? That was like my think 4 years ago. Man, all of you guys could have seen my boobs. Well, too bad so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That bread is awesome. Google picture find is a wonder among men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports is a good way to get a free t-shirt. Go free t-shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-113026595440809811?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/113026595440809811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=113026595440809811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113026595440809811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113026595440809811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/10/burkin-lurkin.html' title='Burkin Lurkin'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-113017860799807344</id><published>2005-10-24T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T11:33:23.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spendin' Money</title><content type='html'>Adam  -  Dont click the link or you shall be spoiled beyond recognition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought my wedding dress. I am now in shock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-113017860799807344?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridal_gowns_detail.jsp?stid=1887&amp;prodgroup=10' title='Spendin&apos; Money'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/113017860799807344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=113017860799807344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113017860799807344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/113017860799807344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/10/spendin-money.html' title='Spendin&apos; Money'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-112984821394738511</id><published>2005-10-20T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:43:33.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Very Angled</title><content type='html'>I have just wasted the past 5 hours doing nothing. I hate today. I woke up so damn crabby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRABBY CRABBY CRABBY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a very smart man, Adam is working late tonight to leave me with my crabbiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me more crabby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-112984821394738511?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model5/p_gall.php?ep=06&amp;fd=01' title='I Am Very Angled'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112984821394738511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=112984821394738511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112984821394738511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112984821394738511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-very-angled.html' title='I Am Very Angled'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-112975108909652946</id><published>2005-10-19T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:47:59.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish Mustard Never Existed</title><content type='html'>My mom's O.K. Surgery went fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate mustard. I hate it so much! Ham &amp; Cheese sandwiches should not taste like ass, which they do when they are toppled by Mustard! I couldn't even stand C. Mustard on Clue. Damn yellow peice, its never him anyway! Always Professor Plum! And for good reason, because Mustard Sucks! Bad Mustard Bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/1600/image10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/320/image10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is that girl in the picture or putting together the puzzle? I get the feeling this guy is real lonely, so he is building a puzzle with this chick standing on the bridge and he pretends she's real. Thats why he's talking to her. Dude, get a real girlfriend. Man. People are so stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-112975108909652946?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.littleyellowhouse.com/aword/word14.html' title='I Wish Mustard Never Existed'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112975108909652946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=112975108909652946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112975108909652946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112975108909652946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-wish-mustard-never-existed.html' title='I Wish Mustard Never Existed'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-112965718880035156</id><published>2005-10-18T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T10:39:48.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart De Doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/1600/smart-flies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/320/smart-flies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered Cleverness into google and this is the image tht popped up. Flies. Smart Flies no less. Smart flies freakin pinned to a board or something. I had to do that, a bug collection. I pinned over 50 different moths, beatles, bees, gnats, spiders, anything I could stuff into a plastic container filled with nail polish remover. It was totally gross. If someone tells you pinning bugs to a box is cool, run away. They are clearly insane and might want to kill you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-112965718880035156?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112965718880035156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=112965718880035156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112965718880035156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112965718880035156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/10/smart-de-doo.html' title='Smart De Doo'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-112965692816939546</id><published>2005-10-18T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T10:35:28.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain, Do Something Already</title><content type='html'>I have always had this theory, and in honor of the rainstorms outside and the influence of a television charecter's blog, I will list the reason why I beleive my job is Hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Like Hell, I am required to wake up early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Soft Rock is constantly playing in the background. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The water tastes awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We are not allowed to wear flip - flops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Our microwave was taking away by the CFO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Bonus come in the form of 401Ks, which no one in the office but senior executives actually have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We are constantly in fear of injury, based on our lousy Health Insurance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. There is no other food sources except expensive resturaunts with 10 dollar lunches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My chair forces me to slouch forward all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I think my desk gets an inch smaller each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if this isn't the work of the devil, I am not sure what is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-112965692816939546?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/barneys_blog/' title='Rain Rain, Do Something Already'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112965692816939546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=112965692816939546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112965692816939546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112965692816939546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/10/rain-rain-do-something-already.html' title='Rain Rain, Do Something Already'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-112921638068087922</id><published>2005-10-13T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T08:13:00.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Water Is Tastey</title><content type='html'>Wearing headphones make the days go by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-112921638068087922?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112921638068087922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=112921638068087922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112921638068087922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112921638068087922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-water-is-tastey.html' title='My Water Is Tastey'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-112906703468868095</id><published>2005-10-11T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:44:19.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Will Isn't So Living Is It?</title><content type='html'>Am I bad person not to fly out for my mother's surgery? I don't really have the money, and neither do they, but....I dunno. She just told me she wrote her living will. The doctors heavily suggested it because "even with simple surgeries you never know". I was named the secondary proxy, after my dad. So if my father passes away too, well then I'm in charge of my mother's health decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should move closer to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-112906703468868095?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112906703468868095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=112906703468868095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112906703468868095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112906703468868095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/10/living-will-isnt-so-living-is-it.html' title='Living Will Isn&apos;t So Living Is It?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-112863065436461104</id><published>2005-10-06T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T13:30:54.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Should Be Very Happy</title><content type='html'>6:45 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarm goes off, a little Beatles in the background&lt;br /&gt;I reach an arm around to my side&lt;br /&gt;Adam likes it when I rub his back in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Makes getting up a little easier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear him saying something, but is garbled under his breath&lt;br /&gt;Something like "you are Elizabeth, my fiance"&lt;br /&gt;When I try to respond he rolls over, forcing me to get a little closer&lt;br /&gt;"What did you say?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hannah means Grace."&lt;br /&gt;A name I threw around when we talked about childrens names&lt;br /&gt;He must have looked it up, and now is talking about it in his sleep&lt;br /&gt;Hannah. It really is a beautiful name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-112863065436461104?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112863065436461104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=112863065436461104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112863065436461104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112863065436461104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-i-should-be-very-happy.html' title='Why I Should Be Very Happy'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-112846801208891740</id><published>2005-10-04T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T16:20:12.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Market Segment Am I?</title><content type='html'>So here at my little advertising department we have just received our demographic data! Each person is grouped into 20+ groups. Let's try to figure out which one I am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, its a game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here are the choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Bohemian Mix&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/1600/prizmne_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/320/prizmne_16.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A collection of young, mobile urbanites, Bohemian Mix represents the nation's most liberal lifestyles. Its residents are a progressive mix of young singles and couples, students and professionals, Hispanics, Asians, African–Americans and whites. In their funky rowhouses and apartments, Bohemian Mixers are the early adopters who are quick to check out the latest movie, nightclub, laptop and microbrew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Young Digerati&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/1600/prizmne_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/320/prizmne_04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Digerati are the nation's tech–savvy singles and couples living in fashionable neighborhoods on the urban fringe. Affluent, highly educated and ethnically mixed, Young Digerati communities are typically filled with trendy apartments and condos, fitness clubs and clothing boutiques, casual restaurants and all types of bars–from juice to coffee to microbrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Young Influentials&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/1600/prizmne_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/320/prizmne_22.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once known as the home of the nation's yuppies, Young Influentials reflects the fading glow of acquisitive yuppiedom. Today, the segment is a common address for young, middle-class singles and couples who are more preoccupied with balancing work and leisure pursuits. Having recently left college dorms, they now live in apartment complexes surrounded by ball fields, health clubs and casual-dining restaurants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, B or C &lt;br /&gt;The Choice Is Yours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-112846801208891740?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.claritas.com/claritas/Default.jsp?ci=3&amp;si=4&amp;pn=prizmne' title='What Market Segment Am I?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112846801208891740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=112846801208891740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112846801208891740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112846801208891740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-market-segment-am-i.html' title='What Market Segment Am I?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-112845919227172792</id><published>2005-10-04T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:53:12.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More People Read This Then Previously Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/1600/so%20many%20dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/69/320/so%20many%20dogs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so like 3 people have talked to me about my blog. That’s weird. I thought no on read this thing. Well sometimes weird things happen. Like these dogs. Crazy things!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Lunch with Liz, because temping across the street is awesome. She does agree this area is superb, especially the great short commute, emphasis on short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on hold right now. Its awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also you know what else is awesome, old school rock songs. I love that our radio plays random 70s &amp; 80s rock. Way to go radio, you have been added to my list of things that help me accomplish my ultimate goal. Would you like to know what that is? Oh, I know you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today will be a good day, even if I have to beat it to submission, or threaten it with a really big stick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-112845919227172792?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112845919227172792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=112845919227172792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112845919227172792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112845919227172792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-people-read-this-then-previously.html' title='More People Read This Then Previously Thought'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-112837806598518309</id><published>2005-10-03T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T15:21:05.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Dont You Take Me To Germantown?</title><content type='html'>This weekend was blah. Mostly, I tried to rest up after the crazy week. It seems the craziness isn't over, but at least I have survived a week of it, so it wont kill me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I now walk through the La Brea Tar Pits everyday to work, cus thats where our new parking lot is. Kinda nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the season premiere of Veronica Mars. It kinda sucked. It was all flashback and lame ass acting. We are suppossed to beleive she is just trying to go back to normal after someone just tried to kill her! And what about Logan saying he Loved Veronica. That seemed like a kind of big deal, and just glossed over in a freakin flash back. Eh, Lost is still good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-112837806598518309?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112837806598518309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=112837806598518309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112837806598518309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112837806598518309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-dont-you-take-me-to-germantown.html' title='Why Dont You Take Me To Germantown?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-112812405512361845</id><published>2005-09-30T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T16:47:35.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Week Ever</title><content type='html'>So, in case people are concerned, I don't have much good news, but the possibility of good news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad said that the wedding plans aren't actually off, yet. Most likely they will be, but we can always hope for a miracle. Right now I just want to make sure my mom is ok. Its her birthday today and all she gets to do is sleep and watch t.v. Well actually that sounds pretty cool, but I'm sure she wishes she could at least go out for dinner or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Oktoberfest this weekend. I hope thats gonna be awesome, because it sounds like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I beat Silent Hill 3. It was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this time on I promise not to get too personal on this site. It just lead to bad things a happenin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-112812405512361845?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112812405512361845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=112812405512361845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112812405512361845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112812405512361845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/09/worst-week-ever.html' title='Worst Week Ever'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-112784666476345550</id><published>2005-09-27T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T11:44:49.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done</title><content type='html'>Is there an off switch for the world? Just for a little bit? Because it keeps going, and I can't keep up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-112784666476345550?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112784666476345550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=112784666476345550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112784666476345550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112784666476345550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m Done'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-112775601683323878</id><published>2005-09-26T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T10:33:36.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful, Wonderful World</title><content type='html'>*My mother needs spinal surgery. Its not covered by insurance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wedding plans are off for the moment. Sorry guys, but no wedding in NJ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Big fight with Adam regarding money issues. Turns out my parents aren't the only ones with unexpected expenses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Was pretty much alone all weekend wallowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We need to move away from the best apartment ever to a crap hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even going to begin to say how upset I am. I think its pretty obvious. Having to forgoe your dream wedding is tough enough, and then have your mom pretty sick, well it just seems heavy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-112775601683323878?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112775601683323878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=112775601683323878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112775601683323878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112775601683323878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/09/wonderful-wonderful-world.html' title='Wonderful, Wonderful World'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-112726056927480031</id><published>2005-09-20T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T16:57:05.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Late Night Visitor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg began to itch.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel each dust particle fall onto my skin,&lt;br /&gt;and like a falling domino, my entire body began to burn.&lt;br /&gt;My sleep heavy eyelids opened.&lt;br /&gt;I could hear the rain outside, tapping my window, wanting to come in. &lt;br /&gt;I was not alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up.&lt;br /&gt;I blinked and I was in the shower, washing away the dust.&lt;br /&gt;The burning subsided, but I wanted to stay longer, under the water.&lt;br /&gt;I sat down, and opened the shower door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the finger first. &lt;br /&gt;The knuckle, large and blue, caught my eye. &lt;br /&gt;The ring seemed to rest so precariously on the edge.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to push it back up to the palm of the hand,&lt;br /&gt;as I often do to my own ring, when it shifts with movement. &lt;br /&gt; It was too heavy, the ring, it didn’t fit that knuckle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no need for a towel when I stepped out the shower. &lt;br /&gt;I was just going to go back to bed,&lt;br /&gt;and with the heat, a little air on my back felt good. &lt;br /&gt;My toe began to wiggle&lt;br /&gt;on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted me to stay awake.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-112726056927480031?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://elizabethlog.blogspot.com/' title='New'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112726056927480031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=112726056927480031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112726056927480031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112726056927480031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/09/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-112725879462881829</id><published>2005-09-20T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T16:26:34.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hole in my Throat</title><content type='html'>How I Met Your Mother is really funny, really it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one agree with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-112725879462881829?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/' title='Hole in my Throat'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112725879462881829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=112725879462881829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112725879462881829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112725879462881829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/09/hole-in-my-throat.html' title='Hole in my Throat'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069365.post-112714779405890344</id><published>2005-09-19T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:37:56.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzles are Fun</title><content type='html'>Weekend ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri: -1 year anniversary. Very fun indeed. Great Thai food and a fun trip to Target, where I found my halloween costume for $1.00. I am very proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat: So much fun. Puzzles, Target, Greek Food, Friends, and a random phone call from my best friend in jr. high. Strange, but wonderful times I must say. Sometimes hanging out with my friends is so good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun: Emmys. Yes, they are very boring. I kind of wished I hadn't invited people over only because I wanted to turn the TV off and go to be early, they bored me that bad. I really just don't care about awards. I want to know good shows receive awards, but I don't want to actually view the ceremony. I forgot this fact when I invited 7 - 8 people over. I can't really turn the TV off then. Woops. But there were lemon bars, and I really like lemon bars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other notes ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some crazy stuff with my family right now. My father believes his brother and sisters hate him, which is just upsetting and makes me really really angry. Also, my mother is flat on her back until she has surgery for her herniated disk. My poor parents do so much for others, and always end up with shitty things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069365-112714779405890344?l=yellowtrout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/feeds/112714779405890344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069365&amp;postID=112714779405890344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112714779405890344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069365/posts/default/112714779405890344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellowtrout.blogspot.com/2005/09/puzzles-are-fun.html' title='Puzzles are Fun'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744959354532079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oxF-Z0dLFD0/R7cWJ6vyNjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SDc5Wjns61w/S220/P2141029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
