<?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-5952037</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:21:07.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirky Anarchy</title><subtitle type='html'>Quirky Anarchy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108758608260092461</id><published>2004-06-18T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T15:14:42.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check it out, www.quirkyanarchy.comEverything is all set!!!!Tell me what ya think.I will be keeping this account for a little while but then I'm going to scrap it.Jenni I love you heaps and Sean I love you heaps.Your both my heroes.!!!!!!MUWAH !!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108758608260092461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108758608260092461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_06_18_archive.html#108758608260092461' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108756641016058659</id><published>2004-06-18T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T09:46:50.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are green.  Perhaps one of the most balanced ofall the colors.  By balanced, I mean balancedin both bad and good parts.  Let me elaborate:You're a natural, and somewhat superficialperson.  You're extremely generous, but, to addto the confusion, you're frugal and stingy.You're a forgiving, but jealous person.  You'reimaginative, but still logical.  At sometimes,you're a complete neat-freak, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108756641016058659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108756641016058659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_06_18_archive.html#108756641016058659' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108751132655279941</id><published>2004-06-17T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T18:28:46.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took the same quiz that poor Jen's boss made her take and I have to say its very accurate.For me anyway.Kind of creepy since my dad has always associated me with the otter.Too cool.Otter Genera and species: Amblonyx Cinerea Collective Term: A prank of otters   Description Otters are petite, engaging creatures overflowing with positive energy. Intelligent and bright, they are also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108751132655279941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108751132655279941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_06_17_archive.html#108751132655279941' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108743562555352646</id><published>2004-06-16T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T21:30:09.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will be going to see Fahrenheit 9/11when it comes out on June 25th.It looks really interesting. Yeah I know Michael Moore can dramatize events but the truth behind them is real enough.The thing is there is a lot of unanswered questions out there right now that everyone in office are trying to pretend don't exist.I don't think there is anything wrong with someone bringing some of those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108743562555352646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108743562555352646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_06_16_archive.html#108743562555352646' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108726943906965927</id><published>2004-06-14T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T23:19:27.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to make a TinkIngredients:3 parts intelligence1 part silliness5 parts instinctMethod:Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Add a little lovability if desired!Username:Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.com SHHHHHH !!!! I pinched it from Rebecca's Ramblings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108726943906965927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108726943906965927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_06_14_archive.html#108726943906965927' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108722310863580014</id><published>2004-06-14T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T10:25:08.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life is chaos right now.My family is being torn apart right in front of me.Who is to blame, well everyone really but the brunt of all this falls on the head of my hubby's ex-wife.I want to scream so many questions at her right now...WHY, are your children allowed to be snarky, cruel and gossipy right in front of you, for months?WHY, doesn't my happiness and my husbands happiness matter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108722310863580014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108722310863580014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_06_14_archive.html#108722310863580014' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108696539514785231</id><published>2004-06-11T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T10:49:55.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I definitly got my wish and then some.Not only has it cooled off but now we're lucky if it gets into the 60's during the day.I don't mind the cold nights at all, but I would prefur the days be a scotche warmer.Listen to me belly ache "Its to hot, its to cold". Ack I need to slap myself.The kids are officially out of school now *um yeah*.Hopefully we'll get to see them more and that we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108696539514785231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108696539514785231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_06_11_archive.html#108696539514785231' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108678968260460915</id><published>2004-06-09T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T10:01:22.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm suffering!!!!There is a heat wave going on here and I feel like I'm gunna melt.The humidity is so thick you could cut it.Its supposed to storm today and that would take care of this , but so far I see no clouds.I'm trying to talk my 4yr old son into doing a little rain dance for me.He is 1/4 Chippewa Indian from his father so its in his blood *grin*.But you try and talk a child who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108678968260460915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108678968260460915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_06_09_archive.html#108678968260460915' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108661917777254464</id><published>2004-06-07T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T10:39:37.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I have to say they did a better job on the third movie than the first two combined.I'm refurring of course to Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.Stop reading now if you have not read the third book or have not watched the movie.Wow, this director is obviously more in tune with the tone of the books as this film is much darker than the previous two.The special effects were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108661917777254464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108661917777254464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_06_07_archive.html#108661917777254464' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108630646473947098</id><published>2004-06-03T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T19:47:44.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am going nuts in anticipation of seeing "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" at the drive in.I just love the books and all the imagination that went into them. O'course I like fantasy.Which of course is a big reason why I love Mr. Piers Anthony so much.The Incarnations of Immortality and Xanth.I guess Warner Bros. bought the rights to Xanth and are proceeding with the movie.Their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108630646473947098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108630646473947098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_06_03_archive.html#108630646473947098' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108620668355682338</id><published>2004-06-02T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T16:04:43.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Middle Earth race are you? go to:the quiz!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108620668355682338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108620668355682338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_06_02_archive.html#108620668355682338' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108619105168064711</id><published>2004-06-02T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T11:44:11.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a reunion coming up that I have made plans to attend and boy does it make me nervous.I'm not sure everyone will be happy to see me and I know there are people I won't be happy to see.I am going to do my best to avoid those people and to have a good time just to spite them.I hope to see a few friends I lost contact with as well.They are having a picnic and a dance and thats about the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108619105168064711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108619105168064711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_06_02_archive.html#108619105168064711' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108597746583081832</id><published>2004-05-31T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T00:24:25.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was movie night so my hubby, Dylan, Jen and I went to the drive in for a double feature.We decided to go see Shrek 2 and The Prince and Me. Both were really good.Shrek 2 was not quite as funny as one but it was still very good. The Prince and Me, was surprisingly cute. I did not expect to like it as much as I did. Very good for those romantic comedy snuggling on the couch nights.My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108597746583081832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108597746583081832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_05_31_archive.html#108597746583081832' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108585294490759107</id><published>2004-05-29T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T13:49:04.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stolen from SunMoonandLittleStar13 random things you like01. Summer02. The Ocean03. Flowers in bloom04. Horseback riding05. Traveling06. Going to the park with all the kids07. Cook outs08. Jacuzzi09. Sauna10. Dancing at the bar with heaps of friends11. Combing the beach for treasures12. Reading an awesome book13. Watching small children discover new things12 Movies01. Princess </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108585294490759107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108585294490759107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_05_29_archive.html#108585294490759107' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108566760218436540</id><published>2004-05-27T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T10:20:02.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am in a all time low right now.I can't find a job, I can't get my Moveable Type installed, in order to get Quirkyanarchy.com up and running.Nothing seems to be going right and I feel like I'm struggling against the rapids and now I'm losing ground.The weird part is it seems to be every time I get to feel like this and life gets chaotic at the same time every year.Strangeness.Paying for my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108566760218436540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108566760218436540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_05_27_archive.html#108566760218436540' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108544209715215484</id><published>2004-05-24T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T19:41:37.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did I mention I hate SBC?Well I do. I loathe them.My phone still has no dial tone and they cannot see a problem on their end so they need to send a technition.However due to the fact that they are on strike we will not be looking at anything being fixed or even looked at until June 1st.Now how the fuck am I supposed to go without a phone for a week?Tell me how the children or any other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108544209715215484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108544209715215484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_05_24_archive.html#108544209715215484' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108542783949230488</id><published>2004-05-24T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T15:43:59.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love my Gmail account. I feel lucky to be able to beta test it for Google. It really is an awesome email program.I can't wait to share it with friends. I wonder how long this beta test will take anywho.My phone appears to be dead today. They were messing around with tree branches earlier this morning. They had better fix it soon or I will be peeved.I had to go through their stupid online </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108542783949230488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108542783949230488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_05_24_archive.html#108542783949230488' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108540849048497139</id><published>2004-05-24T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T10:21:30.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel much better having gotten that off my chest.There is a slight possibility that someone from that branch of the family will read it, but I don't care. I had every right to be angry then and even more of a right to be angry now.The way I have been treated is atrocious.And you know what, I don't care anymore. I'm going to continue to be civil for the children and I won't take it out on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108540849048497139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108540849048497139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_05_24_archive.html#108540849048497139' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108515944382096788</id><published>2004-05-21T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T13:10:59.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuck you, all of you.My mothers side of the family.They have done nothing but be superficially judgmental of me my whole life and I'm not playing their games anymore.I used to have this uncle that meant the world to me.My mothers youngest brother was my hero growing up.Every summer when we went up north to visit my grandparents I would get excited to see him and to just hang around him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108515944382096788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108515944382096788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_05_21_archive.html#108515944382096788' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108506189489603303</id><published>2004-05-20T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T10:04:54.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man do I feel stupid.Somehow in my mind, naive as it may have been, I assumed finding a job to be much easier.I thought I'd be back to work in no time.HA!So far I have had only one job offer and that is too far away for me to take.Not for a lack of trying I can tell you that.I have submitted more resumes than I can count at the moment and none have come back with a single interview.Hell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108506189489603303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108506189489603303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_05_20_archive.html#108506189489603303' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108482345309908038</id><published>2004-05-17T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T15:50:53.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you everyone for your comments regarding my son and his accidents.I going to try having him go potty every hour to make sure he doesn't have any accidents for awhile.If he still has accidents then I will lower it to 30 minutes and 15 minute increments.I'm still currently at home full time so this is something I can try for a bit.Mr. Doogie had similar issues when his two boys were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108482345309908038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108482345309908038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_05_17_archive.html#108482345309908038' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108472661683413963</id><published>2004-05-16T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T12:56:56.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its my birthday and its been great so far.My darling hubby bought be some long stem white roses this morning.I have them prominently displayed on the dining room table.He also bought me some plants yesterday. We got a Yucca tree which is in the living room and some pink honeysuckle, that I just planted in the backyard to climb the trellis that is attached to the garage. If they grow, spread </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108472661683413963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108472661683413963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108472661683413963' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108467752067513372</id><published>2004-05-15T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T23:18:51.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What Color is Your Brain? brought to you by QuizillaAt work or in school: I need to be "hands on": I like to play games, to compete, and to perform. I enjoy flexibility, changes of pace, and variety. I have difficulty with routine and structure. My favorite subjects are music, art, theatre, and crafts. I often excel in sports. I like solving problems in active ways and negotiating for what I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108467752067513372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108467752067513372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_05_15_archive.html#108467752067513372' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108437968744664571</id><published>2004-05-12T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T12:36:22.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am having the worst time with my son right now. Its like we're both standing with our heads butted right up against each other and neither of us is budging any time soon.I'm ready to pull my hair out if this keeps up much longer.What the hell are you supposed to do.He has been acting up for the last few months and I don't know why.The thing is he is potty trained and normally goes fine, but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108437968744664571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108437968744664571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_05_12_archive.html#108437968744664571' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108377982667882180</id><published>2004-05-05T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T14:01:31.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn gas prices taking another leap to $1.97 a gallon here in Michigan.Gee do you think it could have something to do with 'Mothers Day' weekend coming up?Hey but they wouldn't hike the prices right before a traveling holiday would they? It just wouldn't be ethical.Ack, with Bush as president what won't they do to bend us over the poverty line.On a different note I was browsing blogs when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108377982667882180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108377982667882180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_05_05_archive.html#108377982667882180' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108376683841215355</id><published>2004-05-05T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T10:25:03.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where has spring gone to?It had been so nice around here in the 60's and 70's. Now we're lucky if it hits the 50's.What is going on with Mother Nature this year? Its May now and I'm ready for my spring weather again.I could understand a little in April, but now its May, and its not supposed to yoyo anymore.I'm terrified for my plants that it will freeze one of these nights.My poor little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108376683841215355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108376683841215355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_05_05_archive.html#108376683841215355' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108320950976021772</id><published>2004-04-28T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T23:36:05.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought I'd write something so that my two readers would not alienate me and put me in the trash in the never posts real entries and instead only takes stupid survey's and posts them.*cries*I don't want to be that person.Really, I don't.I know, I know I haven't written anything real in awhile. But in my defense I was hoping to be up and running with www.quirkyanarchy.com by now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108320950976021772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108320950976021772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_04_28_archive.html#108320950976021772' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108266030541380016</id><published>2004-04-22T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T15:03:04.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and WizardryName Age House GryffindorHufflepuffRavenclawSlytherinFamily Line MugglebornHalf-BloodPure-BloodDated Harry PotterYou are well known for Always getting detentionsPercentage of student body you shagged - 3%How do the staff and students feel about you They LOVE youThis QuickKwiz by lady_ameily - Taken 8179 Times.I stole this from Spiffy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108266030541380016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108266030541380016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_04_22_archive.html#108266030541380016' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108213543286166570</id><published>2004-04-16T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T13:14:32.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I stole this from Heather.Layer OneName: KristinaBirth date: My 16th, 1978Birthplace: St. Joseph, MichiganCurrent Location: Lapeer, MichiganEye Color: Turqoise by contacts, hazel by birthHair Color: RedHeight: 5'2"3/4Righty or Lefty: RightyZodiac Sign: Taurus--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Layer TwoYour heritage: German, Swedish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108213543286166570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108213543286166570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_04_16_archive.html#108213543286166570' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108119720249582953</id><published>2004-04-05T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T16:37:06.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Rebecca's Ramblings.1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: Uncertain of her reception by my fathers folks, for she was not even American and might be considered an intruder."How Precious Was That While" by Piers Anthony.2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?: Planters sweet roasted vanilla </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108119720249582953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108119720249582953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_04_05_archive.html#108119720249582953' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108118330862039161</id><published>2004-04-05T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T12:45:32.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oi! its been awhile, but I was hoping I'd be able to post on my new blog by now.*pouts*Instead I'm stuggling to get MT installed.Could they make the directions more in geek? Plus I haven't had a lot of time to fiddle with it. I been in and out of doctors offices every day for a week. I'm ready to scream. I have to go back in today to have everything checked again to make sure I'm still fine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108118330862039161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108118330862039161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_04_05_archive.html#108118330862039161' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108118282688284293</id><published>2004-04-05T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T12:37:30.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's Call You a Silver DiggerYou don't weigh a man's appeal only on his incomeBut you've never been known to turn down a free dinnerDoes this make you sleezy? Not at all!Just make sure not to miss out on your dream guy...Income brackets can change :-)Are You A Gold Digger? Take This Quiz :-)Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108118282688284293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108118282688284293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_04_05_archive.html#108118282688284293' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108016478410285210</id><published>2004-03-24T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T16:49:51.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I bought my own domain.Thats right, I am now the proud owner of www.quirkyanarchy.com.I am so freakin' excited. Now all I have to do is wait for the host to pick it up from godaddy.com and I can build my new blog.I have a friend of mine whom insists on making me a couple of layouts (he's big into web design) and so I told him I'd check them out. Other than that my plan is to buy someone elses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108016478410285210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108016478410285210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_24_archive.html#108016478410285210' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-108006062309733920</id><published>2004-03-23T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T11:53:48.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This article is interesting. It appears that the author is not for changing the plede of allegiance and instead he seems annoyed that anyone else does.I'm sorry Mr. Reisman, that us Americans using our right to free speech are "annoyingly" trying to uphold the seperation of church and state.Somebody slap me, what was I thinking supporting such a thing.We should just all go sit down and shut up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108006062309733920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/108006062309733920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_23_archive.html#108006062309733920' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107997496998431297</id><published>2004-03-22T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T16:04:05.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Jen for this one....Which Historical Lunatic Are You?From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.You are Ludwig II, the Swan King of Bavaria! Born with the name of Otto, you became Ludwig at the request of your grandfather, King Ludwig I, because you were born on his birthday. You became Crown Prince at the tender age of 3, and soon after stole a purse from a shop on the basis that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107997496998431297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107997496998431297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_22_archive.html#107997496998431297' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107976177764051740</id><published>2004-03-20T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T00:52:58.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*cringe*Not another quiz !!!!!Your soul is bound to the Burning Rose: TheRapture."I go where my heart beckons me, and I gowith my head high.  But sometimes, I get a needuntil I bleed so my heart swims above myhead."The Burning Rose is associated with passion,intensity, and desire.  It is governed by thegod Eros and its sign is The Flame, or PhysicalLove.As a Burning Rose, you can get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107976177764051740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107976177764051740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_20_archive.html#107976177764051740' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107971962373565099</id><published>2004-03-19T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T13:15:30.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had this weird dream last night.It started like this...... My son is playing at a playground while I watch and he has made friends with this little girl and this little boy. They are playing tag or something similar when this security gard all in black steps up and takes the girl and boys hands and starts to walk away. Well my son decideds to follow so I'm chasing him and the man leads us to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107971962373565099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107971962373565099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_19_archive.html#107971962373565099' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107971805370894337</id><published>2004-03-19T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T12:45:59.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mar 19, 2004Friday FiveIf you...1. ...owned a restaurant, what kind of food would you serve? Either Irish, or Italian.2. ...owned a small store, what kind of merchandise would you sell? Candles, Incense, imported art, books. etc...3. ...wrote a book, what genre would it be?Fantasy or a crime novel4. ...ran a school, what would you teach? Open-mindedness and taking care of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107971805370894337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107971805370894337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_19_archive.html#107971805370894337' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107963782106304572</id><published>2004-03-18T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T14:27:00.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had another panic attack last night. So it looks like I'll be going back on Zoloft. I thought I had my anxiety disorder under control, but apparently not.I hate the lack of control and how stupid the whole thing is, but there is nothing I can do about it at the time.Unfortunatly or I'd write a book and make millions.Like Dr. Phil.Tonight I'm going to my first arena football game.My hubby </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107963782106304572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107963782106304572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_18_archive.html#107963782106304572' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107963141370944504</id><published>2004-03-18T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T12:40:12.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thisis so repulsive.I ashamed that I live in the same state with this catholic group.What happened to freedom of religion? I'm sure they'd be peeved if the Tibetan group turned around and protested loudly during one of their masses, maybe on Easter, when they'll have most of the congregation there and its a special ceremony.Yeah they'd deserve it and you bet they'd raise a fuss and want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107963141370944504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107963141370944504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_18_archive.html#107963141370944504' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107953815632031323</id><published>2004-03-17T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T10:45:54.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw a commercial yesterday that was attacking Bush and I thought cool I get to see my first Kerry ad, but it wasn't for Kerry, just against Bush.Hmmm, Thats some free advertising.I'm still working my dad, but he still claims to be a conservatist.Now when he calls me he asks what his liberal daughter is doing.*lol*I don't lable myself anything, but he can call me whatever he wants.He is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107953815632031323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107953815632031323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_17_archive.html#107953815632031323' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107946397364352907</id><published>2004-03-16T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T14:09:30.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can I just go back to bed? I'm having such a blah day. I just wan't to go to bed and wake up tomorrow in a better mood.Its probably all just because of the crazy weather we've been having. Warm, cold, warm, cold, warm, snow, warm, rain, warm, cold........I'm such a depressed person in winter. I like to be outside and I just can't because its too cold. I have no paitence and every year after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107946397364352907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107946397364352907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_16_archive.html#107946397364352907' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107936369221476604</id><published>2004-03-15T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T10:18:07.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning to someone pounding on the front door. It was so loud it pratically made me jump right out of bed.Frantically I searched for my robe and then high tailed it downstairs to see what the hell was going on.Nobody was at the door, so I look out the window and there is a van pulling away.Half dazed I stand there staring, trying to figure out who it was and what they wanted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107936369221476604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107936369221476604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_15_archive.html#107936369221476604' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107911495493276268</id><published>2004-03-12T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T13:12:26.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please tell me I misread this.Please tell me this man won't be president for another term or ever again for that matter.Please tell me that American's have not become so narrow minded as to think these proposals are a good thing for everyone?OMG, I feel like my head is going to explode.How in the hell did this man get elected in the first place??????Who voted for him????I know my parents </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107911495493276268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107911495493276268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_12_archive.html#107911495493276268' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107910361122780495</id><published>2004-03-12T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T10:04:14.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mar 12, 2004Friday Five1. What was the last song you heard? The song that plays during the credits to "Waiting to Exhale". I fell asleep right after the movie ended last night.2. What were the last two movies you saw? "Waiting to Exhale" and "Just Married"3. What were the last three things you purchased? A dress for another wedding in May, "Redheads Have More Fun" tee shirt and a shirt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107910361122780495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107910361122780495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_12_archive.html#107910361122780495' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107904270005806273</id><published>2004-03-11T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T17:08:10.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My horrorscope *lol*, I love it.I am a Taurus. (Also known as "Bull") My Horroscope starts like this: " Petty, annoying and a whiny pain in the neck, a Taurus loves to brown-nose and is often a snitch to boot. In life and work, always blows with the wind, and runs to answer to his supperiors' smallest whim. " (Read more | Find yours)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107904270005806273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107904270005806273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_11_archive.html#107904270005806273' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107902166753319841</id><published>2004-03-11T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T11:18:17.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kickboxing class is over and I missed the last two classes, so I will have to go into the gym to find out if and when they are having another one. If there won't be another one maybe I'll join pilates or something else.For now I think I'll take my hubby and Jen and we'll walk the bike path while my son bikes it.That way we can all talk and we can wear the little one out before bed.I'm sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107902166753319841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107902166753319841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_11_archive.html#107902166753319841' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107888908386146691</id><published>2004-03-09T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T22:27:51.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well my son got his birthday present MONTHS early. His birthday is not until July 24th, but since G'ma and G'pa are here it was decided it would be today.So he got his bike. Its a "Tonka" 2 wheeler with detachable training wheels. It must be made of steel because it is heavy. My poor old dad had to lift it off of a hook where it was held suspending over the ceiling. The salesman said it could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107888908386146691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107888908386146691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_09_archive.html#107888908386146691' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107875941844286049</id><published>2004-03-08T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T10:26:44.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it looks like my parents are coming in a couple of hours.So I need to finish an entry lickity split and get the house ready.We had a couple of the girls come visit and they left a wake behind them *lol*.Ugh I am so angry, it was warm last week and now there is snow AGAIN !I know its still March and the snow won't stay gone until atleast April, but I was looking forward to gardening. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107875941844286049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107875941844286049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_08_archive.html#107875941844286049' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107863017376058839</id><published>2004-03-06T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T22:32:37.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been a long weekend so far and I'm hoping tomorrow is nice and relaxing.Friday night I went with Jen to meet up with a couple of chics she works with. The plan was to get a tattoo and then go out to eat and maybe a few drinks and dancing. Depending on how we were feeling.So we drive all the way back to Auburn Hills where Jen works to meet up with the girls and then we follow them to Royal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107863017376058839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107863017376058839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_06_archive.html#107863017376058839' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107862944474006475</id><published>2004-03-06T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T22:20:28.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heart of Gold What is Your Heart REALLY Made of? brought to you by QuizillaThanks Doogie !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107862944474006475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107862944474006475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_06_archive.html#107862944474006475' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107850986659738680</id><published>2004-03-05T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T13:08:34.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Sybil for this one,Taurus Style: (like me)Taurus prefers to drink at a leisurely pace, aimingfor a mellow glow rather than a full on zonk.since a truly intoxicated Taurus is a oneperson stampede, the kind ofbull-in-a-china-shop inebriate who spills redwine on white carpets and tells fart jokes toemployers, the preferance for wining and dining(or bud and buddies) to body shots and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107850986659738680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107850986659738680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_05_archive.html#107850986659738680' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107850974671190968</id><published>2004-03-05T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T13:05:28.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*squeals*I just got my "I'm a Carrie" tank top today.OMG I love it.I'm such a "Sex and the City" fan, can ya tell?I just had to put it on right away, so its on underneath my off the shoulder cut sweatshirt, so all you can really see is the straps but I HAD to wear it.I'm just so psyched about it. Ever since they showed these on Oprah and my jaw dropped. I just knew I had to have one.Jen is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107850974671190968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107850974671190968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_05_archive.html#107850974671190968' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107850364229690524</id><published>2004-03-05T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:31:15.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mar 05, 2004Friday FiveWhat was...1. ...your first grade teacher's name? Thats easy, Mrs. Garten. She was my favorite until high school.2. ...your favorite Saturday morning cartoon? Hmmmm, the School House Rock shorts and Strawberry Shortcake, but only because of The Peculiar Purple Pie Man from Porcupine Peak, ah rat a tat a tat ta ta, ta ta ta ta cha, yeah!3. ...the name of your very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107850364229690524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107850364229690524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_05_archive.html#107850364229690524' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107843939521592612</id><published>2004-03-04T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T17:34:17.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have absolutley nothing to talk about so I'm not going to, instead I'm going to show you a cool blog of someone else.Sybil You go girl.Keep us posted on those Crest strip things.My frugal arse may just have to go out and get some.*lol*Can you tell I'm in a goofy mood today?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107843939521592612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107843939521592612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_04_archive.html#107843939521592612' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107833597317123421</id><published>2004-03-03T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T12:49:11.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well well well.....I watched the news the other night and they are or have passed a law in Michigan at least to make it illegal for underage minors to have sex even with another minor. Punishable by prison time and their names posted on the sex offender lists until they turn 25. If that child under the age of consent has any form of sex, and they are caught, then they are arrested.Including </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107833597317123421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107833597317123421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_03_archive.html#107833597317123421' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107824482107156221</id><published>2004-03-02T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T11:29:58.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kickboxing kicked my arse last night.Ouch!Only 3 more classes until its over.I told Jen if the teacher doesn't have another kickboxing class right away then we should try her Pilates class.Yesterday it was so hot in our room that she taught us a few pilate movements and man did I feel the burn.Especially in my hips and arse and thats where I need to lose and firm the most.I'm pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107824482107156221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107824482107156221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_02_archive.html#107824482107156221' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107815394786715688</id><published>2004-03-01T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T10:15:23.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I'm back and the wedding was decent. I thought the preacher and the father of the bride put too much emphasis on "Jesus" and not enough emphasis on two young people in love.Despite that, the couple looked happy and in love.Then to the way to crowed reception where we were released table by table for the bland buffet.Thankfully we were table 5, could you imagine being table 36?????They </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107815394786715688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107815394786715688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107815394786715688' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107790493724728779</id><published>2004-02-27T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T13:11:02.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I am all packed, and way ahead of schedule. GO ME !!!!Tonight we head to Detroit to stay at my mother-in-laws and then way to fucking early tomorrow morning we're getting up and driving the six hours to Indianapolis, IN. All for a wedding of my hubby's cousin.I feel weird because I just met most of his family at our wedding last July and I haven't met the people who are getting married </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107790493724728779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107790493724728779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_27_archive.html#107790493724728779' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107781682399828718</id><published>2004-02-26T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T12:36:34.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so excited. I'm winning on ebay. Unfortunatly there is still three days before the auction closes, so I'll probably be out bid in the end, but I'm trying to be optomistic.I really want this shirt I'm bidding for, but I refuse to pay more for it than I would have paid for it at a store, if it were not discontinued.So I'll probably lose, but I still have this secret wish to win.*fingers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107781682399828718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107781682399828718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_26_archive.html#107781682399828718' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107772827256176471</id><published>2004-02-25T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T12:02:16.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy belated Paczki day! (Pronounced poonchski).*sniffle sniffle*No one brought me a Paczki. My hubby and Jen both had them at work, my step daughter at school. So that leaves me and my poor little boy, Paczki-less.Its not fair.They are the best pastries on the planet and they are a must have for this time of year.All those poor Catholics preparing for lent. I almost feel sorry for them, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107772827256176471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107772827256176471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_25_archive.html#107772827256176471' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107764627204613987</id><published>2004-02-24T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T13:14:00.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am in love with my new computer. All the colors are so vibrant and it just flys through programs.Its been a long time since I've had a new one, so this is very cool. I feel great knowing I didn't pay to much, like I did last time.All thanks to the most wonderfully geeky husband on the planet.I love geeks, can ya tell?Anyway I went to kickboxing again last night and whew did she work us hard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107764627204613987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107764627204613987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_24_archive.html#107764627204613987' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107763907813742148</id><published>2004-02-24T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T11:14:06.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RachelShe's everybody's sweetheart, despite some (mostly) endearing quirks. And it looks like you too, have a little Rachel Green inside you. (If you're lucky, you might share her good looks too). Some may see you as a little spoiled, or at times naive. But overall you're a total doll. Like the real Rachel, you make your way in the world, figuring it out as you go. Sometimes your story-book </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107763907813742148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107763907813742148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_24_archive.html#107763907813742148' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107756771611106573</id><published>2004-02-23T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T15:24:42.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Sex and the City lady are you?You're a Charlotte if ... you're demure in pink and white. After countless heartbreaks, you still believe in love and the white picket fence. You'd never make out on the dance floor. Family comes first.You're a Samantha if ... you're black and white and raunchy all over. You talk about taboo subjects and throw around four-letter words. You've done your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107756771611106573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107756771611106573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_23_archive.html#107756771611106573' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107756331635803558</id><published>2004-02-23T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T14:11:23.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ConVocation was too cool. I loved all the classes I wen't to, except one. That class was so stupid, it was just a chance for the girl teaching it to rant and rave and try to be a comedian. Unfortunatly I don't like snarky type humor. I never have.So I know better and next year I'll be skipping any class of hers. Other than that and the fact that the hotel resteraunt took an hour to get our food</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107756331635803558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107756331635803558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_23_archive.html#107756331635803558' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107731481818890463</id><published>2004-02-20T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T17:09:41.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow I'm going to ConVocation with Jen and her mom. We'll be there all day, hanging out and having fun together.It promises to be a good time, especially since its the three of us. We can't go wrong.Then on Sunday, my hubby and I are going to go get out new 'puter. I'm very excited. The one we have upstairs is only a 500mghz and the laptop I'm on is an 800mghz, but the new one will be over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107731481818890463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107731481818890463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_20_archive.html#107731481818890463' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107730019235723005</id><published>2004-02-20T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T13:05:55.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feb 20, 2004Friday FiveWhen was the last time you...1. ...went to the doctor? On tuesday.2. ...went to the dentist? Last year, I need to go back soon.3. ...filled your gas tank? Um, My hubby did yesterday.4. ...got enough sleep? Just about every night.5. ...backed up your computer? I don't do that, my hubby does, but I'm sure he's done it recently since we're buying a new one on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107730019235723005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107730019235723005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_20_archive.html#107730019235723005' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107721905196957565</id><published>2004-02-19T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T14:37:40.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jen and I tried 'aerobic kickboxing' last night and man am I feeling it today!!! All my muscles are tight and it feels great, because I know the tighter they get the more fat I'll burn. I only need to lose about 20-25lbs but I want to lose it before spring. So that means I have to push it. That's why Jen and I have been going to the gym every week day.We've been taking weekends off so that we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107721905196957565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107721905196957565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_19_archive.html#107721905196957565' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107713734558767104</id><published>2004-02-18T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T15:53:15.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had the worst scare this morning. I woke up and my 4yr old son's tv was on so I wen't in to check on him and he wasn't in his room. Then I checked his sisters rooms, the bathrooms, the office, my bedroom. Basically every room and  I couldn't find him.I had no idea where he was, I just kept thinking, he must be around here somewhere. I became frantic, I started screaming for him and hollering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107713734558767104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107713734558767104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_18_archive.html#107713734558767104' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107704728923367690</id><published>2004-02-17T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T14:50:47.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoa !!!! I just found out that my mother is a victim of identity theft.Both of my parents are truck drivers and so they forward their mail to me so I can pay bills and keep track of reciepts for them since they are only home twice a year and the rest of their time off is spent here with their grandkids.So I was going throught their mail with my mom on the phone when I came across an envelope </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107704728923367690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107704728923367690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_17_archive.html#107704728923367690' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107694753217603460</id><published>2004-02-16T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T11:08:09.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its Presidents Day and I have no Pepsi !!!!!!!!So not nice.Anyway, I had a good weekend. Saturday we went to watch "50 First Dates". Oh and it was sooo good. My hubby and I both laughed so hard. We decided we are going to buy it as soon as it comes out.And that says a lot because my hubby didn't like 'Happy Gilmore" or "Billy Madison" and he didn't care much for "Mr. Deeds", but he loved this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107694753217603460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107694753217603460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_16_archive.html#107694753217603460' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107679381330714489</id><published>2004-02-14T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T16:26:07.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINES DAY !!!!!!So far its been fantastic. My darling hubby gave me roses, diamond and emerald earrings with a matching necklace, an Ivy heart shaped topiary.He is such a great husband and I am very lucky to have him.I love you hunny !!!!!We also took our best friend Jen to breakfast. Just so she would babysit for us tonight *grin*. My hubby and I are going on a date. Dinner and a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107679381330714489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107679381330714489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_14_archive.html#107679381330714489' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107670262844134530</id><published>2004-02-13T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T15:06:21.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, my 11 year old step daughter is cleary insane and she proved it today.*lol*The other day she called to tell me she would like me to have another baby so that the number of children would go from 7 to 8 and that it had to be a boy because she has enough sisters.(Background history, My husband has 5 daughters from a previous horrible marriage, in which his wife cheats on him repeatedly and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107670262844134530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107670262844134530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_13_archive.html#107670262844134530' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107669346366740851</id><published>2004-02-13T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T12:33:36.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG I love my new little terror alert level button (scroll to bottom), thanks to this new fantastic blog I found Rebecca's Ramblings Thanks to a No More Drama.Check them both out !Well Valentines Day is tomorrow and I'm screwed. My ubber romantic husband wen't out and bought me jewelry and not the cheap stuff either. Thats all I got wrestled out of him.  Heres a little history of me. I HATE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107669346366740851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107669346366740851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_13_archive.html#107669346366740851' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107668888333112215</id><published>2004-02-13T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T11:17:16.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feb 13, 2004Friday Five1. Are you superstitious? No, not really. Although I'm sure everyone has their moments.&lt; b&gt;2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition? People refusing to leave their house because a black cat was wondering around and they did not wan't it to inadvertantly cross their path. I also used to work in a casino and thats where the extreme</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107668888333112215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107668888333112215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_13_archive.html#107668888333112215' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107664490420217160</id><published>2004-02-12T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T10:55:48.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The parents just left this morning so its back to housework as usual. I got quite a bit of it done, despite my son being sick and have apparently given it to me. I also had the privilage of having the teenager home early from school and tomorrow she has the day off. I had her help doing a little free labor.Man my throat hurts.  Ugh, imagine being sick with Valentines Day coming up on Saturday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107664490420217160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107664490420217160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_12_archive.html#107664490420217160' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107647775544519114</id><published>2004-02-11T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T00:38:24.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is new, I found it on a blog of someones whom I checked out because they checked me out.So check this out Tuesday, February 10, 2004  Love is in the air...1. Valentine's night: Alone or have a date? I have a husband this year, our first year.2. Candy or flowers? Flowers, roses and lots of 'em. I love flowers and their ability to brighten your mood and room.(Note to self, take a break</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107647775544519114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107647775544519114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_11_archive.html#107647775544519114' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107647677322790824</id><published>2004-02-11T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T00:22:02.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, I've been neglecting the blog again.*sigh*Hey, but I have an excuse this time.My parents are here visiting and we have been running like mad.I'm whooped.Dylan is too, he's been sleeping strait since after dinner. Poor little guy.My hubby and parents have both gone to bed and poor Jen and I are still up because we missed the latest episode of Sex and the City, so its on late so we're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107647677322790824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107647677322790824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_11_archive.html#107647677322790824' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107608507211126848</id><published>2004-02-06T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T11:33:35.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What do you do when your four year old would rather wet the bed rather than wake up and go to the bathroom?We've already reduced the amount of liquids he drinks before bed and it doesn't help at all. Each and every morning when I wake up he's changed into different pajama's and when I ask him why he says "Cuz they're wet."I've threatened to put him in diapers and to take away toys but he still</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107608507211126848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107608507211126848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_06_archive.html#107608507211126848' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107608280506145186</id><published>2004-02-06T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T10:55:47.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feb 06, 2004Friday Five1. What's the most daring thing you've ever done?Wow um,  probably when I danced topless2. What one thing would you like to try that your mother/friend/significant other would never approve of?Theres not much my hubby wouldn't let me do, but he might frown upon bungee jumping or skydiving.3. On a scale of 1-10, what's your risk factor? (1=never take risks, 10=it's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107608280506145186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107608280506145186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_06_archive.html#107608280506145186' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107600392146158480</id><published>2004-02-05T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T13:03:24.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well my parents just called and it looks like they will be here this weekend. They're truck drivers and so its really difficult to know exactly when they will arrive. They are in Washington state, on their way to Iowa to drop off a load and then they will be heading up here.I have to go shopping Friday, because Saturday is mom's birthday and I hate to do the whole shopping for someone while </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107600392146158480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107600392146158480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_05_archive.html#107600392146158480' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107593197733962084</id><published>2004-02-04T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T17:01:57.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a crazy cat. She keeps trying to lay on my right arm while I'm trying to navigate the internet.She gets really snuggly, where she has to be laying right next to me (or on me) and touching me. Even if its just a paw and front leg on my arm.Thats why we named her Venus, after the goddess of love.Moving on....I noticed a few jobs on the internet I want to apply for, so I suppose I had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107593197733962084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107593197733962084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_04_archive.html#107593197733962084' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107582413213340468</id><published>2004-02-03T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T11:06:00.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't believe Sex and the City is almost over.*sniffles*What am I going to do?*sigh*I will still have the Sopranos, Six Feet Under and Carnivale, but they are all drama's. Wheres my replacement comedy.Its definitly not Curb Your Enthusiasm or Arli$$, both of which suck.Well one can hope Sarah Jessica Parker will do another comedy. Especially since she is so good at it.I wouldn't mind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107582413213340468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107582413213340468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_03_archive.html#107582413213340468' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107574449756219904</id><published>2004-02-02T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T12:57:15.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow I'll be able to tell my grandchildren that I watched the Super Bowl full of nakie people.Did they put something in the water?Sheesh, first Justin rips off one of Janets bra cups, then we have the strange person whom felt it necessary to strip naked and dance in front of the ball, taunting the players.Hmmm, someone had a few too many *lol*.HAPPY BIRTHDAY JU-JU-BEE !!!!!!Yup she was born </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107574449756219904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107574449756219904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_02_archive.html#107574449756219904' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107568666896976568</id><published>2004-02-01T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T20:53:25.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am for the first time actually watching the Super Bowl on SB Sunday.Can you believe it?Granted I'm wearing my Red Wings Dominik Hasek jersey (only sports clothing I own), but hey atleast with my loving hubby I now have a much greater understanding of how the game is played.GO PATRIOTS !!!!!!My hubby is cheering for the Panthers, so it could get ugly.Well what choice do we have. Its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107568666896976568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107568666896976568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107568666896976568' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107548185801573908</id><published>2004-01-30T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T11:59:50.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>create your own visited states map or write about it on the open travel guideThanks for this my hubby.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107548185801573908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107548185801573908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_01_30_archive.html#107548185801573908' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107547813458914428</id><published>2004-01-30T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T10:57:47.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jan 30, 2004Friday FiveYou have just won one million dollars:1. Who do you call first? My husband if he's not there, my mom if he is, Jenni after that.2. What is the first thing you buy for yourself? The house of my dreams3. What is the first thing you buy for someone else? A car for Jenni4. Do you give any away? If yes, to whom?I'd pay off my parents Jeep and maybe even give thousand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107547813458914428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107547813458914428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_01_30_archive.html#107547813458914428' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107540810650748734</id><published>2004-01-29T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T15:30:38.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am lonely for some good ole internet conversation, however no one is ever online anymore.*pout pout*Whats a girl to do?I guess I'll just have to watch Dr. Phil.*sigh*Guess thats not too bad then.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107540810650748734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107540810650748734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_01_29_archive.html#107540810650748734' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107513858108477185</id><published>2004-01-26T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T12:38:28.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jen and I went up to visit her parents. It was great to visit with them but damn was it cold.The streets were awful, packed snow with a glaze of ice over them. EVERYWHERE ! It looked like they hadn'd put down any salt or sand all winter.All the little pecker headed snow mobilers were out and driving like the jackasses they are.Jen almost rammed into one of them just to teach him a lesson.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107513858108477185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107513858108477185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_01_26_archive.html#107513858108477185' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107490141976053975</id><published>2004-01-23T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T18:45:43.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm here to make an amendment. Twas not the teenager pilfering, but rather the husband.He whined he's tired of drinking only coffee.Don't worry I'll beat him later.I never confronted the teenager so there is no embarassment on either side.Thankfully.Well its almost time to head to the gym again WHooppeee!!!!!!!I burned 570 calories last night.I was a Shera and was on the machine for an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107490141976053975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107490141976053975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_01_23_archive.html#107490141976053975' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107488867587239259</id><published>2004-01-23T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T15:13:20.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday FiveJan 23, 2004At this moment, what is your favorite...1. ...song?"All That Jazz" From the "Chicago" movie soundtrack.2. ...food? Olive Garden's Chicken Fetticini Alfredo.3. ...tv show? "Sex and the City". Soon to be "The Sopranos" again.4. ...scent? Apple for me "Axe Essence" for hubby5. ...quote?  "If only closed minds came with closed mouths".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107488867587239259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107488867587239259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_01_23_archive.html#107488867587239259' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107488184761504473</id><published>2004-01-23T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T13:19:31.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AAARRRRGGGG !!!!I'm so pissed off! It looks like the teenager in our household is stealing again.When I opened the refrigerator this morning I noticed several of the Pepsi's we had just bought the night before to be missing.My guess, she grabbed them to supply her bus stop with pop.I dunno what we are going to do with her????This is an issue we have been over and over again.I don't know of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107488184761504473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107488184761504473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_01_23_archive.html#107488184761504473' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107478710549712168</id><published>2004-01-22T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T11:00:28.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to the bestest friend/sister a girl could have.JenYou rock !!!!!!See ya at the gym tonight !!!! Yeah bring it on *lol*.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107478710549712168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107478710549712168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_01_22_archive.html#107478710549712168' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107471351685532613</id><published>2004-01-21T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T14:33:57.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The family went to the gym last night and went swimming. Jen and I did a few laps on the track and on the bikes, before we joined my hubby and kids in the pool. The pool also closes earlier than the rest of the club, so Jen and I were able to jump back on the machines.This time she chose the tredmill while I used the elliptical machine. Wow did I feel the burn.I'm so glad I made the decision </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107471351685532613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107471351685532613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_01_21_archive.html#107471351685532613' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107462433061757127</id><published>2004-01-20T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T13:47:30.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to the gym last night to try kickboxing, they have openings so you can walk in and check out the class before paying for the full 6-8 weeks.unfortunately they did not have class, probably due to the holiday or something.So instead we asked if we could use the equipment and they allowed it. Jen and I were bicycling' fools. *lol* They had these stationary bikes that simulate going up hills</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107462433061757127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107462433061757127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_01_20_archive.html#107462433061757127' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107455072378307255</id><published>2004-01-19T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T17:20:42.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay I just got a rude awakening. I knew I had gained some weight but when I saw the picture taken at the auto show yesterday, I about had a heart attack.My legs are twice the size they were 5 months ago.I think its time to dust off the weights and get back into shape.Also I'm joining kickboxing and dieting.Oh and I am so going to put that picture out and make myself look at it whenever I get</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107455072378307255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107455072378307255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_01_19_archive.html#107455072378307255' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107452930292328845</id><published>2004-01-19T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T11:23:41.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The car show was awesome.I love sitting in cars I'll probably never be able to afford.Like the Porche, but its also nice to sit in more practical cars and check them out without an annoying salesman up your arse.Hubby and I decided the next car purchase will be a Mini Cooper. I love those cars !!!So beautiful inside and out.Although I loved sitting in the VW bug convertable, it was all sized</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107452930292328845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107452930292328845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_01_19_archive.html#107452930292328845' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107439422688894885</id><published>2004-01-17T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T21:52:22.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm teasing Jen because for once I'm updating more than her *lol*.Usually she's naggin' at me for an update, but not this time.I've been keeping up with atleast doing my Friday Fives.Wahooo, I'm on the ball *grin*.Oh and to correct a mistake on my Friday Five, Hubby says that I have so recieved an engraved gift, my wedding ring.*lol* I guess it didn't register as a gift in my mind. Bad bad</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107439422688894885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107439422688894885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_01_17_archive.html#107439422688894885' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107427291221097111</id><published>2004-01-16T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T12:10:26.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jan 16, 2004Friday Five1. What does it say in the signature line of your emails? a ad line for bookcrossing.com2. Did you have a senior quote in your high school yearbook? What was it? If you haven't graduated yet, what would you like your quote to be? I avoided that ritual3. If you had vanity plates on your car, what would they read? If you already have them, what do they say?probably </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107427291221097111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107427291221097111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_01_16_archive.html#107427291221097111' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952037.post-107410236841503386</id><published>2004-01-14T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T12:47:59.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are in the market for a new house. The company that manages the rental of this property are a discrace to the name of buisness.Yesterday theres a knock on the door. I assumed it was the delivery man with the package we've been waiting for so I jumped up eager to answer it. To my surprise there stands the Sheriff and his deputy. They had a court order to evict us. I was blown away, we've paid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107410236841503386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952037/posts/default/107410236841503386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkyanarchy.blogspot.com/2004_01_14_archive.html#107410236841503386' title=''/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11865141991126216728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
