<?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-3081320</id><updated>2011-09-24T00:10:40.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the journal of a starving artist</title><subtitle type='html'>rant britt rant....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1924</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-5760808306234735674</id><published>2010-04-24T11:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T11:53:28.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>relocation</title><summary type='text'>don't worry, i'm still blogging, just wanted to move to a different neighborhood.  and i'm too lazy to change up this (really old) layout.you can now find me here.http://cheezedawg.blogspot.com/go now.  and follow me.   i can't believe i'd ever say that and not be scared.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5760808306234735674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5760808306234735674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#5760808306234735674' title='relocation'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-7218313945082401699</id><published>2009-07-19T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:14:17.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>super huge update</title><summary type='text'>holy crap, i can't believe i don't have the urge to blog anymore. some days i do, i'm just lazy. and of course facebook sort of fills the gap with the constant mini updates that are status changes. and you know how i like the shorthand. so let me update you all kinds of quick best i can since last march:- work is still great, i love my job, though i have been on a trend for problems, i mean like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7218313945082401699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7218313945082401699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#7218313945082401699' title='super huge update'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-1909755610064948243</id><published>2009-03-24T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:01:47.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IE 8</title><summary type='text'>i hate to sound totally geeky, but i really like the new Internet Explorer.don't worry, i'll found something wrong with it soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1909755610064948243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1909755610064948243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1909755610064948243' title='IE 8'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-295665929232350978</id><published>2009-03-17T09:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:05:08.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy st. patrick's day!</title><summary type='text'>we offically have the coolest president ever.cleveland pics coming soon....but none of the lab.  sorry.  the ARC is weird about stuff like that.  and i'm sure you're so bummed you can't see a lab.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/295665929232350978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/295665929232350978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#295665929232350978' title='happy st. patrick&apos;s day!'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__HubUyRk_V4/Sb-uC2itO8I/AAAAAAAAA4s/TsKZ-gND8w8/s72-c/greenfountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-6808098555633466181</id><published>2009-03-03T15:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:17:19.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cleveland, here i come</title><summary type='text'>so since the red cross is consolidating (that's not as scary as it sounds for us in the lab job wise) over in Indiana and Ohio, for some reasonj they need help in the lab in Cleveland.  so i jumped at the chance, not really thinking i'd get it.  but sure enough, next week they're sending me.  flight and hotel paid for.  sweet.  and  arental car of course.  AND, every meal i eat i'll get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6808098555633466181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6808098555633466181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6808098555633466181' title='cleveland, here i come'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-8696553725088964975</id><published>2009-02-20T00:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:18:36.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so funny i pooped</title><summary type='text'>ok not really. but this garfield (which i don't norally find funny) comic in today's paper CRACKED ME UP BEYOND BELIEF. i was even having after laughs. (is that a word? it is now)and speaking of funny, "Chelsea Lately" is the best show ever (besides "Scrubs" of course)stay tuned for reports on the florida trip and the soon cleveland trip.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8696553725088964975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8696553725088964975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#8696553725088964975' title='so funny i pooped'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SZ5KiUFQycI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/3VLD2ob08IQ/s72-c/garfield02192009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-1354281561305487118</id><published>2009-02-05T11:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:55:21.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings from the arctic state</title><summary type='text'>i know, so funny right? i go to florida and it hits a record low.luckily, i don't come down here for the hot ass weather. but i would like to get a little bit of color at least. it is supposed to warm up to 80 degrees by sunday. BUT, two things, #1- it's nowhere NEAR as cold as illinois, and #2- i'm not at work. which reminds me, i might have a chance to work at the red cross in cleveland the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1354281561305487118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1354281561305487118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1354281561305487118' title='greetings from the arctic state'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SYslMyPRC3I/AAAAAAAAA4I/BiBOVmRWwTA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-599313969591018260</id><published>2009-01-27T12:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:00:05.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a horrible blogger</title><summary type='text'>while i will note i'm psyched for the new "scrubs" tonight (please don't cancel this show, i have a new love....yes "CSI" just doesn't do it for me anymore), here's some things i REALLY need to do in the next week:- wash my car. seriously, especially inside.- do my state taxes. i tried doing them on break at work, but on the test run i think i messed up. apparently i can't be getting $900 back.- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/599313969591018260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/599313969591018260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#599313969591018260' title='i am a horrible blogger'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-2441176090003040669</id><published>2009-01-06T00:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:36:22.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"scrubs" quote of the night</title><summary type='text'>Elliot: Thanks again for helping me look for Carla.Janitor: No problem. I'll check the dumpster.Elliot: Ah, we're not looking for dead Carla.Janitor: Thatta girl. You stay optimistic</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2441176090003040669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2441176090003040669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2441176090003040669' title='&quot;scrubs&quot; quote of the night'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-6831948252386110526</id><published>2009-01-04T16:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:22:54.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>reasons to look  forward to this week (starting with tonight)</title><summary type='text'>well ok, wouldn't you know, the bulk of it is tv shows.....#1-  "Rock of Love charm school" reunion on tonight @6.  i hope heather beats in lacy's head this time.#2- "Rock of Love 3" premieres tonight.  seriously, if they had up to "ROL 78," i'd still watch it.#3- "scrubs" starts back up again on tuesday!  even though i could watch every rerun a million times and die a happy death.(that's it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6831948252386110526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6831948252386110526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6831948252386110526' title='reasons to look  forward to this week (starting with tonight)'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-1075255993212217207</id><published>2009-01-01T21:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:17:17.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dear instinct,</title><summary type='text'>please be mine.seriously, why can't touch screen phones be anything but BLACK?!i want a purple or green one dammit.in other news, HAPPY NEW YEAR!and i promise blog, i'll try and visit more and not be a deadbeat dad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1075255993212217207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1075255993212217207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#1075255993212217207' title='dear instinct,'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-7380921013474124928</id><published>2008-12-16T14:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:13:38.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the day off agenda</title><summary type='text'>-  sleep in-  play racquetball-  get oil changed-  go shopping with chalise and rikacurses!ok, so the sleeping in coulda happened, but chalise called me @ 8 am cause matt's keys weren't unlocking the van (in which he had got a ride home from work) and they needed to test her keys.  oh well, it got me up and awake i guess, and i was able to watch the "E! True Hollywood Story" of hugh hefner and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7380921013474124928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7380921013474124928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7380921013474124928' title='the day off agenda'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SUgKxBnTOHI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/CidHhJQI8Xg/s72-c/snow12162008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-719341818067822747</id><published>2008-12-10T23:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:47:51.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>elig- ABLE???!</title><summary type='text'>dear authors of the ad on my myspace page,you're idiots.with love,britt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/719341818067822747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/719341818067822747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#719341818067822747' title='elig- ABLE???!'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SUCpUWuz3eI/AAAAAAAAA2I/0LQPhHh8_ks/s72-c/eligable.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-6452103140895527122</id><published>2008-12-04T22:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:32:25.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>touchy touchy</title><summary type='text'>(because hope has asked me to #1 touch her nose cause it was cold and #2 touch her stomach cause she was bloated)me: "you're always asking me to touch stuff"hope: "well, you always touch them."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6452103140895527122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6452103140895527122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6452103140895527122' title='touchy touchy'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-2398588596498266956</id><published>2008-11-22T01:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:31:13.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart work</title><summary type='text'>after i clocked out, today, i had 37 hours overtime. (for 2 weeks)  new record!  and what's funny is that i went home early last friday sick.  no really, i do like my job, and we are seriously understaffed.  but i'll update more later, i have to watch "Scrubs" and drink.then go in tomorrow (my day off of course), but wait, i can go in whenever, it's just to play catch up.i'm getting used to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2398588596498266956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2398588596498266956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2398588596498266956' title='i heart work'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-2466033953245091358</id><published>2008-11-09T13:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:25:23.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the on call post</title><summary type='text'>mostly cause that seems to be the time i have for blogging.  here i am @ work, about to spend the entire day mostly here.  i mean there's stuff that would get me called in periodically, mainly @  2 pm, 6 pm, 8 pm, then the good ole chicago mobile check in at around 1 am.  BUT, i figure i'll just come on in around 1 and kill time by helping first shift get a jump start in what would normally be an</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2466033953245091358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2466033953245091358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2466033953245091358' title='the on call post'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SRc4jIifmaI/AAAAAAAAA2A/vSA2C5KdrXo/s72-c/highriver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-1042034830046271955</id><published>2008-11-02T15:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:17:45.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>brace yourself</title><summary type='text'>oh you knew i was gonna do it. yep, i got braces. no i don't have pictures. nice try. i got the clear ones on top and the regular ones on bottom. the procedure wasn't too bad, kinda uncomfortable having your mouth open that long, but the worst was after it's done and they hand you the mirror. not to sound all boo hoo, but i HATED that. in fact, the whole time the dental hygienist is explaining to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1042034830046271955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1042034830046271955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1042034830046271955' title='brace yourself'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-859746204356107425</id><published>2008-10-21T23:50:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:33:07.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Makeover: Home Practically Right Next Door Edition</title><summary type='text'>dude, i cannot even tell you how close these guys are to me.   well ok i can. (they're B, i'm A)(click for bigger)but anyway, not even being a fan of the show....i actually don't watch it....i wasn't all that moved earlier in the morning when it was announced it was a pekin home that got the honor.  BUT.....it literally was too freaking close to me.  hell, the way home from work i had to take a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/859746204356107425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/859746204356107425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#859746204356107425' title='Extreme Makeover: &lt;s&gt;Home&lt;/s&gt; Practically Right Next Door Edition'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SP6zqYjSIiI/AAAAAAAAA0w/CtkEA7EXDQk/s72-c/EHMroute.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-7698603432552937877</id><published>2008-10-16T13:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:24:28.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>short and sweet</title><summary type='text'>so i got my spacers yesterday.  and paid my $500 deposit.  yikes.  AND they stretched my mouth in ways i didn't think possible.  ugh.  what a crapy experience.  oh well.  get my braces (THE INVISIBLE ONES) next wed.   woo hoo.work is SAH LAMMMED.  basically, when 2nd shift comes in, we start to do all the stuff 1st does.  and 3rd shift comes in and starts our stuff (processing blood).  it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7698603432552937877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7698603432552937877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7698603432552937877' title='short and sweet'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-8548825646552742688</id><published>2008-10-14T00:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:42:15.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>now with the hours passing theres nothing left here to insure</title><summary type='text'>-  i just realized (although it's 7 yers old) collective soul has a greatest hits CD (hence the blog title....."run"  BEST SONG EVER)- remember the sidebar i used to have on my blog?  "currently  *fill in the blank*"-  well for old's time sake....and me re-reading this later on:CURRENTLY LISTENING:  collective soul (of course):  DosageCURRENTLY WATCHING (TV):  all the "scrubs" reruns i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8548825646552742688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8548825646552742688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#8548825646552742688' title='now with the hours passing theres nothing left here to insure'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-5585358469848272848</id><published>2008-10-05T14:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:26:31.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreaker</title><summary type='text'>well it goes to show you that you never can tell.  i still think (as do many other teams) the cubs had the best record in the NL (and in baseball for a while too).  but then you'll have the occasional 2 or 3 game slump.  i'm not making excuses either, it happens.  unfortunately it happened during the playoffs for us.  oh well, we had a great season and for that i'm happy.  but they did sure break</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5585358469848272848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5585358469848272848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5585358469848272848' title='heartbreaker'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SOkRkRqAOaI/AAAAAAAAA0o/KBcON4xez8Q/s72-c/g1130b28598355b7e627c49821e534057e1da875ae8b8f5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-1869175197747233057</id><published>2008-09-23T12:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:37:05.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously, wake me up when september ends</title><summary type='text'>not so cool things that have happened this month:- car breaks down- i get the flu- the FDA is visiting the red cross- my sister's basement flooded while i was housesittingcool things that happened this month:- the cubs clinchwell, ok, on to october....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1869175197747233057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1869175197747233057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#1869175197747233057' title='seriously, wake me up when september ends'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-791872286636381641</id><published>2008-09-15T11:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:20:50.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>zambrano throws a no-no</title><summary type='text'>best game ever!!!!!   that wasn't on tv!!!!!  thank god i really like WIRL 1290.  i thought ron was going to have a heart attack.  luckily, they also showed the last inning on mlb.tv free.  only cause history was about to be made.  damn you WGN...you were slated to show it...what's with this "Newheart" stuff?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/791872286636381641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/791872286636381641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#791872286636381641' title='zambrano throws a no-no'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SM6LSoqCLGI/AAAAAAAAA0g/cQK_AavbrSk/s72-c/ALeqM5huxzSHFJwQT4eTDi3S4U3fRz8JZA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-6366073685866647254</id><published>2008-09-13T23:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:48:36.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures and a short story (of the picture)</title><summary type='text'>first off, my car still being in the shop (i get it back monday though...woo hoo!), i rented a car.  and i LOOOOOOVE my kia spectra.  mainly cause of the blue.and i've always wondered when doing tubes @ work, why the hell some regions have a shiping label with a FLY on it?  what the hell?   gross.and the other day, blood got all over the floor (the tubing had a break) and i don't even notice as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6366073685866647254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6366073685866647254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6366073685866647254' title='pictures and a short story (of the picture)'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SMyWQ7DXA4I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/N9CxlRax3Zc/s72-c/rentalsep08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-6534367765980465247</id><published>2008-09-09T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:17:37.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ye olde dope</title><summary type='text'>note to self:  3 months expired nyquil still works</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6534367765980465247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6534367765980465247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6534367765980465247' title='ye olde dope'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-858796768890201423</id><published>2008-09-06T11:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:49:40.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>news and notes for september 2008</title><summary type='text'>- so far, i started the month carless.  after having a few drinks and playing the wii (best way to spend your monday night EVER) @ cindy's, it wouldn't start.  so i crashed there and had it towed to my mechanic's the next day (which thankfully, was in sunnyland)- that resulted in me only having a 2 day work week.  sure i worked labor day, so i guess that made me feel better when i, carless, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/858796768890201423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/858796768890201423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#858796768890201423' title='news and notes for september 2008'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-2609107705637062709</id><published>2008-08-25T11:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:25:58.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pics from Erin Feis</title><summary type='text'>my mom and dadmy dad and i (not in that order) doesn't he look disgusted? what the?mom drinks with the irish wolfhound in the backgroundok, this one is a better more posed and centered pic.hey look, stacy, shane and lindsay decided to suprise us from Normal.funny thing was, stacy's come to a couple of irish fests, in fact one time i got so drunk i went back to normal with them (to party more i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2609107705637062709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2609107705637062709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2609107705637062709' title='pics from Erin Feis'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SLLaxx5DxGI/AAAAAAAAAzw/RSPmTtKKmMs/s72-c/DSC00520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-1692255040893720242</id><published>2008-08-22T13:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:13:04.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>must love cubs</title><summary type='text'>oh look john cusack made it to the cubs game yesterday.  of ALL fans to make the photo shot, come on!  AND he got to high five big Z.wonder what he's saying....."hi big Z! I AM JOHN CUSACK! AND THAT IS JOHN CUSACK'S RIGHT HAND THERE!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1692255040893720242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1692255040893720242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1692255040893720242' title='must love cubs'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SK8BKz394AI/AAAAAAAAAlI/LILbW9a1eMI/s72-c/large_cubsfans22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-4089986591046779235</id><published>2008-08-19T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:33:22.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PT crapper</title><summary type='text'>oh the joys of a rent a car.  dammit if they didn't give me a crappy one this time.  to all you PT crusier owners/fans out there, i'm sorry, i hate your car, it's ugly, and it sucks to drive!dammit all to hell, that's the one thing i look forward to when my car's in the shop, geting to drive something different for a few days.  this doesn't count as a car though.and what's with the Iowa plates?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4089986591046779235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4089986591046779235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#4089986591046779235' title='PT crapper'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SKsQQhzOnqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/-dnuy8jWxDg/s72-c/PTcrapper.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-1072193270673125457</id><published>2008-08-02T15:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T15:29:05.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>off to the land of wind</title><summary type='text'>so tonight i'm headed off to chicago. julie and i are taking in the day cub game tomorrow (1:20 WGN...watch for me) in THE BLEACHERS. never been there, so let's see how that pans out. i do know you have to get in line early cause it's general admission. but anyhow, we're heading up tonight and we were gonna hit lollapalooza, but i think it's a $80 / day pass....and we won't get there til 8, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1072193270673125457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1072193270673125457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1072193270673125457' title='off to the land of wind'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-5201374832155756650</id><published>2008-07-31T00:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:28:28.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's my own damn fault....</title><summary type='text'>oh dear god, i just quoted jimmy buffet.   but note, i did go to a jimmy buffet party last sat.pics:  http://home.grics.net/~duley/jimmybuffetparty/index.htmlyea, they're funny all right.   and i hate jimmy buffet by the way.ps- dear brewers, your pitching doesn't scare me like i thought.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5201374832155756650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5201374832155756650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5201374832155756650' title='it&apos;s my own damn fault....'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-6556799844743500587</id><published>2008-07-30T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:27:12.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><summary type='text'>so yes, this time (this happened a few weeks ago.....ON MY DAY OFF) it was my fault.  who knew backing out at 3 mph could do so much damage to my car?in my defense (and even my mom said this), she was poorly parked...not even up all the way in the spot.well, at least it's driveable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6556799844743500587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6556799844743500587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6556799844743500587' title='ouch'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SJCyEuhW7-I/AAAAAAAAAk4/arKjN3OJYoQ/s72-c/DSC06325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-8915306146886285195</id><published>2008-07-25T10:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:40:59.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>work calls...and i am stupid enough to answer</title><summary type='text'>9:07 amwendy (1st shift supervisor) : "hey britt, sorry if i woke ya, i got a favor to ask"me: "sure"wendy: "can you come in early? i mean like NOW"me: "what? ummm...sure but how's 11:30?"wendy: "ok, i'll settle for that"apparently, 1st shift had a grand total shift count of 1. i'm glad this is an overtime friendly week.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8915306146886285195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8915306146886285195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#8915306146886285195' title='work calls...and i am stupid enough to answer'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-152626035924538212</id><published>2008-07-23T00:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:15:37.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new blue car</title><summary type='text'>no, i didn't get one. and i don't NEED one....cept i backed into someone a few weeks ago and need to ummmm...get that fixed. pics of that to come....it's not bad, don't worry.... ANYhow, i saw this on the way to work and damn do i just love that color. so it's not the idea of a new car that intrigues me, it's that damn color blue.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/152626035924538212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/152626035924538212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#152626035924538212' title='new blue car'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SIa94L0sXoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/VSml167V5CU/s72-c/bluecar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-3571697495959127141</id><published>2008-07-15T11:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:55:01.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>scenes from a party</title><summary type='text'>ok, the preparty shots, how's that? word is i did a little karaoke and went into the hot tub. and then when the sun came up i got out of hot tub and went back to my sister's in EP for a leisurely 2 hour nap. ouch. yea, i was drained sunday night.photos courtesy of cindy figuring out how to operate my cameraphone.(and candance took the last one)i look wasted already.  and chalise looks like she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3571697495959127141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3571697495959127141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3571697495959127141' title='scenes from a party'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SHzLzdt1u2I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/_d7ZwuWTsm0/s72-c/217558033925_0_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-4467173646690185954</id><published>2008-07-11T13:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:17:51.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>riders on the storm</title><summary type='text'>looks like today's gonna be a good one...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4467173646690185954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4467173646690185954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4467173646690185954' title='riders on the storm'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SHejuukIwKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bGAHkgRKV_A/s72-c/DSC00514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-6318573861818916691</id><published>2008-07-10T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:24:39.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ka-boom</title><summary type='text'>oh yea, did you guys see these?http://home.grics.net/~duley/4thofjuly2008/whoops.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6318573861818916691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6318573861818916691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6318573861818916691' title='ka-boom'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-4441424583007156204</id><published>2008-07-02T12:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:02:46.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the happy father's day impromptu storm</title><summary type='text'>(old pics)stupid screen wouldn't allow good pictures. (and my mom wouldn't let me go out and take pictures)that's howling wind you don't.....really....seeof COURSE i took a picture of the radar.our neighbors lost a limb.(and they were staring at me while i was taking a picture)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4441424583007156204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4441424583007156204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4441424583007156204' title='the happy father&apos;s day impromptu storm'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SGvAU3cu8EI/AAAAAAAAAjY/hzRCGFoq0YI/s72-c/fd08storm2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-3494629478191844791</id><published>2008-07-01T12:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:31:02.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ghetto fabulous</title><summary type='text'>so the squatters next door finally moved out.  and left their garbage.also of note is the spray painted stop sign with the anarchy symbol.seriously, it's just great living here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3494629478191844791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3494629478191844791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3494629478191844791' title='ghetto fabulous'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SGppWhi53EI/AAAAAAAAAiw/kg4lI4S2LKw/s72-c/ghetto2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-4882617319470235459</id><published>2008-06-29T14:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:55:48.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>take me out to the....oh ok, that's been done (i think)</title><summary type='text'>FINALLY...pics from the cub game a few weeks ago are up.and yes i know the cubs have a lost a few lately.  oh boo hoo, we have to lose some you know.  but here's hoping they come back tonight and beat the crap out of Chicago's Second Favorite Baseball Team.  mostly cause i'll be able to wach.in the meantime, i came across these pretty cool ads...and inspiring at that...makes you remember even in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4882617319470235459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4882617319470235459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4882617319470235459' title='take me out to the....oh ok, that&apos;s been done (i think)'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SGfmjpCwWoI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZUtatKV365w/s72-c/39918298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-7794170849147602907</id><published>2008-06-24T12:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:20:36.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam-E</title><summary type='text'>so this commercial cracked me up. these three sisters having lunch and one is preaching about how they all get along now cause they took some kind of bad mood killer stuff?then the waiter's like "oh you all seem to get along great" and the one sister is like "YEA BUT WE DIDN'T USED TO"whoa, don't try and start something there sister #2.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7794170849147602907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7794170849147602907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7794170849147602907' title='Sam-E'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-6450497967023342982</id><published>2008-06-23T23:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:09:40.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tara, always looking out for the preggos</title><summary type='text'>note that ally is pregnant....VERY pregnant...due any time really...and went home early last friday.tara: "so you were on bedrest for three days?"ally: "yep. up until today"tara: "you have a whole blood number on your boob"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6450497967023342982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6450497967023342982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#6450497967023342982' title='tara, always looking out for the preggos'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-7836967392471176674</id><published>2008-06-18T23:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:44:42.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slip slidin' away</title><summary type='text'>dear white castle,i hate you.(and so does my ass)love,brittps- britt, they call em sliders for a reason and also, why does yahoo mail have a stupid fly icon on their side ads for a credit score?no seriously, what?</summary><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-7496680158365482466</id><published>2008-06-11T21:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:58:05.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two galleries for the price of one</title><summary type='text'>oh ok, so you don't even have to pay for ONE.i give you.....the st. louis may 14 gallery (the radiohead show and more!)and the birthday weekend spectacular.(so great, it went from thursday to sunday)click on the pictures if you haven't figured out my posting groove yet.  ha!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7496680158365482466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7496680158365482466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7496680158365482466' title='two galleries for the price of one'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SFCPxgUbxvI/AAAAAAAAAhA/A2sUFsb-xKQ/s72-c/l_e5c7bd23073140c25ae07331fc65f3e8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-4284111410810740803</id><published>2008-06-07T14:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T14:17:36.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>best gift ever</title><summary type='text'>holly and pete got me a ticket to join them for next thursday's game.  only problem is, i'm going to the wed night game with julie.  so yea, i guess really the only problem is that i'll be dead tired.  oh well.  like i was well rested last sept.and the unlimited beer part isn't too bad either.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4284111410810740803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4284111410810740803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4284111410810740803' title='best gift ever'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SEreWrE2yhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/jy15kFbYrHk/s72-c/cubticket.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-7754795951687462626</id><published>2008-06-04T01:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T02:10:27.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ay carumba!</title><summary type='text'>so no more chalupas for me.SERIOUSLY....taco bell....did you cyanide that one?arg.but i am heading to a cubs game next wed. my first night game. but i'm still wearing a hat. cause it makes me look 12 fool.and also, LOVE this thunder/lightning/rain weather!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7754795951687462626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7754795951687462626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7754795951687462626' title='ay carumba!'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-5628297373365253120</id><published>2008-06-01T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:54:05.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>june bug (s) me</title><summary type='text'>dammit, why did it have to be so hot today?  ugh.but my birthday is in 4 days.  that's right, the big 4-1. ha.  i look good for 41 though.and to celebrate i'm going to work.  but the next day i'm going to chiefs game and out to eat, so don't worry.and on that note, go cubs go.ps- i'll get up there soon Friendly Confines.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5628297373365253120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5628297373365253120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5628297373365253120' title='june bug (s) me'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-6971039849884318932</id><published>2008-05-28T00:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:50:12.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>heck yes i did!</title><summary type='text'>cindy: "you run like napoleon dynamite."me: (after a pause) "that's not really a compliment."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6971039849884318932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6971039849884318932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#6971039849884318932' title='heck yes i did!'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-8290533419586406370</id><published>2008-05-23T13:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:08:28.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shop til your clothes fall off</title><summary type='text'>once again, the victoria's secret girl has lost her clothes.seriously, women don't shop in their bra and panties.for um....bra and panties.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8290533419586406370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8290533419586406370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8290533419586406370' title='shop til your clothes fall off'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SDcHxl8tfEI/AAAAAAAAAgw/nZYvESqW8vg/s72-c/vs2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-8802925970269857219</id><published>2008-05-21T13:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:23:59.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mother's day weekend pics</title><summary type='text'>FINALLY!  after 18 years, i get them up.  well ok, i'm lasy, but you all knew that.(click on the photo to go to the galllery....it's not like i would give you guys ONE photo...)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8802925970269857219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8802925970269857219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8802925970269857219' title='mother&apos;s day weekend pics'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SDRokE_OVBI/AAAAAAAAAgo/tlFOgLAA7_Q/s72-c/IMG_0949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-8504305595497228863</id><published>2008-05-12T13:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:29:35.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mother's day weekend</title><summary type='text'>the photos are coming, i swear. in the meantime, they are up at my myspace page. but you have to be my friend. ha!dee dee arrived on thursday (which in addition to friday, i took off work), and i suprised her (i guess somewhat, nothing like when i fly down to florida a day later and suprise her) when i picked her up at the airport. from then we ventured home to start the festivities. and by that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8504305595497228863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8504305595497228863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8504305595497228863' title='mother&apos;s day weekend'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SCiMc0_OU_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/9V35cYdfcK8/s72-c/mm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-7811894667234676669</id><published>2008-04-30T23:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:42:15.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how bout them cubbies?</title><summary type='text'>my grandma always used to greet us with that when we came to visit.  man, i wish she coulda seen this game.  hell, i guess NO ONE could.  my mom said it wasn't on.  it supposed to on ESPN, but oh no.  since my dad sleeps in the evening due to 3rd shift, he misses the game, but my mom watches nearly every one.19-5.  damn, i wish it were a double header (with the score split in two) so it'd count </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7811894667234676669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7811894667234676669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#7811894667234676669' title='how bout them cubbies?'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8924765005667553904' title='off to work'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SBdclAdRDWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/HutueoTxlhw/s72-c/04282008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-488788053973991810</id><published>2008-04-21T11:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:41:02.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i couldn't have written this without you</title><summary type='text'>i noticed yesterday in the front of my medical terminology book (which i bought for yes, fun reading...shut up) that there is a picture of the editor.no dedication. just a photo and signature. (as seen in the 2 pictures below)so i decided....hey it's my book.awesome.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/488788053973991810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/488788053973991810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#488788053973991810' title='i couldn&apos;t have written this without you'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/SAzC3Hc2EJI/AAAAAAAAAfo/-PpFEj8xqu8/s72-c/mtbook1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-1352831943094673448</id><published>2008-04-19T11:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:25:02.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shake rattle and  roll</title><summary type='text'>so i'm sure you guys (local bloggers that is....and by local i might be possibly talking about as far as indiana in this case) all know about the quake by now. truth is, since i was staying at my sister's (and in a different room AND bed), the first one i wasn't sure what it was. actually, that WAS the earthquake (at 4:30 am). i was tossing and turning for about an hour before 5, so i know i felt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1352831943094673448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1352831943094673448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1352831943094673448' title='shake rattle and  roll'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-5136844406723875900</id><published>2008-04-15T12:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:10:32.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dear itunes,</title><summary type='text'>what the hell is up with this movie rental thing you have going on?  you rent a movie for $3, but it expires in 24 hours.  what the ?  and then it won't even freaking play for me.  come ON, my computer has plenty of memory, it plays hour shows all the time.  while i don't appreciate your dumbass slow lagging craptastic movie rental that never plays, i do love that i can download "scrubs" and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5136844406723875900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5136844406723875900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5136844406723875900' title='dear itunes,'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-2974071167026512121</id><published>2008-04-11T11:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T11:30:33.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all in a days work</title><summary type='text'>have i even used that post title yet? i feel like i'm ripping off reader's digest or something.anyhow, work quotes:me: "there's lots of female donors today." (cause via the e-phlebotomy tag, we're able to see certain things as in phlebotomy start time, whether they're CMV negative, and the gender)tara: "well, we are the giving sex"* pause *tara: "i didn't mean as in we give sex..."&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2974071167026512121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2974071167026512121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2974071167026512121' title='all in a days work'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-7965059174111050742</id><published>2008-04-03T12:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:01:14.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>march madness turns into april fools</title><summary type='text'>but first, observations from "Rock of Love 2":why does destiney yell at all the interviews?whats up with daisy's weird hand motions?rika and i do a killer impression of daisy at work.  first, you have to make your face look like a stoned fish.  ha ha.i'm usually pretty inept at the march madness pool stuff....i mean i'll make it past the first round or so, but  currently at work i'm tied for 9th.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7965059174111050742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7965059174111050742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#7965059174111050742' title='march madness turns into april fools'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-4129691754975120397</id><published>2008-03-30T11:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:36:29.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours ago...</title><summary type='text'>so they say there's no such thing as the 24 hour flu. ok, so they call it that cause it usually goes away in a few days. what the hell? wouldn't they call it the 72 hour flu then? anyhow, i spent the night housesitting on friday, pry fell asleep around 11 or so...then, at 1 am or so i just woke up sweating to death and had to take off my hoodie (it was cold when i went to sleep i swear). and of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4129691754975120397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4129691754975120397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4129691754975120397' title='Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours ago...'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-6232465106426834628</id><published>2008-03-27T18:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:33:25.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back in pink</title><summary type='text'>sorry, no photo for you britt fans (are any of you still OUT THERE?!).  but soon you shall see the all new "hey-look-i'm-back-in-crazy-hair-colors!" britt.  the current all the rage pick is pink.  when i say all the rage i mean my me and me only.and it's STORMING!  what a great day off!  and i'm almost caught up on "scrubs"...i'm currently on season 6....which will bring me soon up to date to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6232465106426834628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6232465106426834628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6232465106426834628' title='back in pink'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-5916523494127224916</id><published>2008-03-25T20:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:25:07.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>easter pics</title><summary type='text'>first off this is like nearly impossible to find!  i haven't had it since college...which was....ummm...like 8 years ago... * sigh *my dad doin some ham massacringthe snow...part 1and more of thatmy mom made me take thisblacky.  out for the count"what the hell?"these weird bunnies my mom got.  and i made it: EVERYBODY WAS KUNG FU FIGHTING!and of course the usual march madness fun.the snow part </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5916523494127224916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5916523494127224916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5916523494127224916' title='easter pics'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/R-ms34bXGYI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/F9uA1Zlgtik/s72-c/DSC00260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-3506196822163300692</id><published>2008-03-24T15:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:44:50.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break WOO HOO</title><summary type='text'>oh lucky me, this week i decide to take off is also spring break for the high school.  not that i dislike teenagers, i mean , i was one....wait, that's why i do dislike them.anyhoo, that just means when i go to the movies or anywhere else retail oriented, there they'll be.but jokingly at work on sat, i wrote out a list:what's funny is that i just might stick to it...except the last one of course.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3506196822163300692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3506196822163300692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3506196822163300692' title='spring break WOO HOO'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/R-gRxIbXGJI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4sLWJ62cyAs/s72-c/todolist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-5667971030654325351</id><published>2008-03-24T12:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:04:15.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>passing thoughts on "ghost hunters"</title><summary type='text'>- at the reveal, when jason says "come on let's get out of here,."  i love how he always says it like if he didn't they'd just sit there forever.- and they always say "kris williams" not "kris."  why do they full name her?  it's not like there's another "kris."- jason was sick last epiode and lost his voice, why the hell did he come out and do half an investigation?  and also, why is he so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5667971030654325351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5667971030654325351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5667971030654325351' title='passing thoughts on &quot;ghost hunters&quot;'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-6440133642626486511</id><published>2008-03-22T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:57:32.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fight fight...and a trip to the cemetery</title><summary type='text'>i know everyone likes a good hockey game fight, but we got TWO last night....and then the mass one. i only thought to pull out my phone after they had left the ice. but look at all the helmets! it was like a mass smack down. i think even the refs were getting pounded on.anyhow, the video of it (god bless you tube) is here:and then, upon taking a wrong turn off 74 on university one day, i go to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6440133642626486511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6440133642626486511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6440133642626486511' title='fight fight...and a trip to the cemetery'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/R-VG9IbXGII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/UWcG1Y77Bd4/s72-c/rivermenfight3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-6842976883627809772</id><published>2008-03-18T17:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:01:01.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss me drink with me all day, i'm irish</title><summary type='text'>the pics are up.  and amazing, since i feel a wee bit of the hungover.  i did not get sick though.  not too bad for a 14 hour stint.(click on the picture to go to the gallery)and do that comment away and vote for a fave bullcrap as well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6842976883627809772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6842976883627809772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6842976883627809772' title='&lt;s&gt;kiss me&lt;/s&gt; drink with me all day, i&apos;m irish'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/R-BJJQaI34I/AAAAAAAAAdA/u22ug3jRJf4/s72-c/shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-2449544873385844732</id><published>2008-03-17T07:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T07:54:16.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let's get ready to stumble</title><summary type='text'>god that shirt cracks me up.  and i couldn't think of any post title to put.T minus 58 minutes and i depart to the amvets to start the drink all day celebration.  actually quitting time is around 4 or 5.  i'm not that cool.  i hope you didn't for a second think i was.  although last year we were out til after 10.  what i love this year is that i have tomorrow off.  i took it for insurance.  yes, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2449544873385844732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2449544873385844732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2449544873385844732' title='let&apos;s get ready to stumble'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-2996530916789426762</id><published>2008-03-13T12:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:30:16.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hope's greatest hits</title><summary type='text'>in reference to her breath after lunch and she should have got gum while she was home.hope:  "man, i meant to grab it before Raza left."and then...hope:  "no really, i mean i really wanted a piece before i came back."and then talking about st. patrick's day....hope:  "remember in school....they gave you those....what were they?  4 loaf clever???"i then told her she had successfully made an entire</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2996530916789426762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2996530916789426762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2996530916789426762' title='hope&apos;s greatest hits'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-6589358692492108327</id><published>2008-03-06T22:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:12:03.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more "scrubs" fun</title><summary type='text'>while watching yet more "scrubs" DVDs (i went out and rented season 3), they mentioned "clavicle"   and dammit if i couldn't think of which bone that was.....now see, not having any sort of interest in medical anything my whole life (cept for the fact i wanted to be a vet), i have a knack for being able to name every single bone.   cept for those phalange ones.....damn, i hate those.  but i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6589358692492108327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6589358692492108327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6589358692492108327' title='more &quot;scrubs&quot; fun'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-6028653166668636840</id><published>2008-03-02T21:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:15:25.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>scrub a dub dub</title><summary type='text'>so i've been told (multiple times) that "scrubs" is my cup of tea.   everything from "it's SO your sense of humor"  to "you are the female JD."and i borrowed the first 2 seasons from julie and yes, i confess,  i love it.  though i think dr. cox is freaking hilarious and JD....well....he is the dork for God's sake.oh wait.    so am i.but it brings me to......i really think scrubs (the wear) are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6028653166668636840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6028653166668636840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6028653166668636840' title='scrub a dub dub'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-4321059121138721219</id><published>2008-02-24T22:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:03:27.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>arbeit spielen macht frei</title><summary type='text'>mom: "mama kitty...want to P-L-A-Y?"mama kitty: "meow?!"me: "uh oh, she knows how to spell. mama kitty.......machst du spielen?"mama kitty: "meow!"mom: "oh shit she knows german."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4321059121138721219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4321059121138721219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4321059121138721219' title='&lt;s&gt;arbeit&lt;/s&gt; spielen macht frei'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-2410556068623952556</id><published>2008-02-17T23:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:17:57.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pizza pizza</title><summary type='text'>me:  "if i order the pizza, will you get the door?"  (cause i'm all ready-for-bed-look-like-crap)mom:  "sure, i'm not drunk"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2410556068623952556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2410556068623952556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2410556068623952556' title='pizza pizza'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-3773790210904870063</id><published>2008-02-13T12:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:45:27.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more post it fun</title><summary type='text'>my mom wanted to remember to get her friend sue a throw rug when she comes to visit in april.no, really....she's not violent or anything.and ambre from "Rock of Love 2" has the best expressions.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3773790210904870063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3773790210904870063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3773790210904870063' title='more post it fun'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/R7M6UN8JmUI/AAAAAAAAAcw/jNDEtyxWAWY/s72-c/throwsue.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-2438284438677927879</id><published>2008-02-07T12:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T13:07:50.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so hungry i could ride a horse</title><summary type='text'>yesterday was ash wednesday, so yea of course i'm super hungry at 1. normally it's 3, but i went in early to help out. overtime is gonna be sweet this check. of course, not only are we short handed (on 1st, mostly cause rika's training), but the volunteers don't open filter anymore so we have to. yea, that's real convenient right before hanging. anyhow, i'm also housesitting at cindy's across the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2438284438677927879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2438284438677927879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2438284438677927879' title='i&apos;m so hungry i could ride a horse'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-3780115062573942711</id><published>2008-02-03T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T10:37:39.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday in the park town of peoria</title><summary type='text'>last night i actually went out and did something. holly, andrea, mom and i issued a triple threat. shopping, movie and dinner. now i'm not much of a shopping....actually i SUCK. i'm better than i used to be. it used to cheer me up....but again, i went alone too. my mom, sister and andrea have a much different agenda.after shopping we were off to see The Bucket List. dammit, i knew i'd cry. but i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3780115062573942711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3780115062573942711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3780115062573942711' title='saturday in the &lt;s&gt;park&lt;/s&gt; town of peoria'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-3446174711424410233</id><published>2008-02-01T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T12:16:28.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>they mean business</title><summary type='text'>geez bennigan's, you don't have to shout "hours of operation."oh yea, and it snowed a bit here too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3446174711424410233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3446174711424410233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3446174711424410233' title='they mean business'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/R6NhxaaJQHI/AAAAAAAAAco/tb_znQNMLUw/s72-c/bennigans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-3204558443217827773</id><published>2008-01-13T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:58:18.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>barhopping in p town</title><summary type='text'>pekin will always be P town to be, but * sigh * okay, just this time peoria.so i went into work yesterday (crazy), but just for a few hours cause i was planning on hitting old chicago with tara, sarah, and janiene at 7. since tara was already at work, i might as well make myself useful. so i opened filters. it's a mindless task, so it was ok.then off to old chicago at 7, and tonya came out soon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3204558443217827773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3204558443217827773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3204558443217827773' title='barhopping in p town'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/R4qAl7wsYQI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8j7d1XVSVWY/s72-c/pabststraw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-5955635483583015224</id><published>2008-01-06T11:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:15:09.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the captain was here</title><summary type='text'>(in response to my almost empty 1.75 bottle of captain)mom: "god, did you have a leak?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5955635483583015224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5955635483583015224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5955635483583015224' title='the captain was here'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-3252334300357567519</id><published>2008-01-05T00:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:19:05.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and the shadow of the day, will embrace the world in grey</title><summary type='text'>- i swear i used to be better at these post titles. dammit that song is in my head.- i'm all stuffed up right now. NO i am NOT getting sick. (i think it's the weather) but i would settle for not being stuffed up. cause sleeping is a bitch.- funny things overheard @ work tonight:tara: "if i was a girl my parents were gonna name me corey. DAMMIT! NO. SHUT UP! don't put that on your blog!"&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3252334300357567519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3252334300357567519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3252334300357567519' title='and the shadow of the day, will embrace the world in grey'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/R38gcLwsYPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/K2OmMA_HQ_E/s72-c/snow07_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-8963065106199115331</id><published>2007-12-30T14:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T14:29:28.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend monthly update</title><summary type='text'>man, i really wish i was better at blogging.  it seems my day pretty much run together though.  and then i'm a fool and work the weekends.   but here's a recap of stuff that's been going on:- dec 5- got to see chicago in bloomington.  AWESOME.  it's the closest thing to seeing the beatles to me.  i know about as much about chicago as i do the fab four.  i also got to meet cindy's parents.  i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8963065106199115331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8963065106199115331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8963065106199115331' title='&lt;s&gt;weekend&lt;/s&gt; monthly update'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-5463631564961229663</id><published>2007-12-27T01:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T01:32:44.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the most pooperful time of the year</title><summary type='text'>here you go guys.........pics from december 2007!!!!(post coming soon...I PROMISE)http://home.grics.net/~duley/dec07/these pics have no captions, but they are collectively from rika's 31st b-day at crusen's (and alexander's.....which i was not at) and the last one is all of us (chalise, kim, rika, and i.....in that order) at our annual xmas eve lunch at johnny's)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5463631564961229663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5463631564961229663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5463631564961229663' title='it&apos;s the most pooperful time of the year'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-7672010428252255271</id><published>2007-12-21T02:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T02:14:39.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>high school musical</title><summary type='text'>well, if i had cool musical tunes to accompany this, sure.anyhow, reasons i felt i was yet again in high school today:1) VH1 has this "100 Greatest Songs of the 90s" show goin on....which i taped tonight.  (and part 5 is tomorrow!)2) i brought in a few pearl jam CDs for tara to listen to.3) a) my car BROKE DOWN....oh wait.....stay tuned for part   b) at STEAK N SHAKE!ok, i guess you really had to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7672010428252255271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7672010428252255271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7672010428252255271' title='high school musical'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-2111283497643460955</id><published>2007-12-20T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T11:54:51.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>talk poop</title><summary type='text'>god bless yahoo messenger.brian8888ca: This might sound strange but please answer. Other then a bathroom, where else have you pooped?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2111283497643460955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2111283497643460955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2111283497643460955' title='talk poop'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-8610663968523204502</id><published>2007-12-05T00:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T00:30:29.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>why i'm a dork parts one and two</title><summary type='text'>at the bathroom at Bromenn, i change this:to this:HA HA.  i've always wanted to do that.and also, i think i really really like ELO.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8610663968523204502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8610663968523204502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8610663968523204502' title='why i&apos;m a dork parts one and two'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/R1ZEaQuotHI/AAAAAAAAAbo/mCL3KUeQiX0/s72-c/dimesonly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-5876843793129292415</id><published>2007-11-20T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T00:05:02.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>britt over the years</title><summary type='text'>ME AS YOU'VE NEVER SEEN ME! well ok, maybe some of you have but people at work just don't believe the stoopid pictures i have taken over the years. or how my hair really is blonde. and i'm showing these #1- cause i found a bunch of random pictures that don't necessitate a gallery and #2- because i'm the laziest writer ever. and yes most are of me, but i'm not narcissistic, i actually look pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5876843793129292415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/5876843793129292415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5876843793129292415' title='britt over the years'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/R0cKtioJRYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3QedJr6N8rQ/s72-c/auntguddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-8096051363862084238</id><published>2007-11-11T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T15:45:40.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend in chicago: the pictures</title><summary type='text'>so it seems i have evolved into a picture blogger.  can i help it i have fun with my camera phone?  actually, some of these are with my regular (and super nice....i need to USE it more) camera.  sorry i only got a few at the wedding; i was so busy catching up with everyone i forgot i had it.here's our (holly, pete and i) room at the Hilton Suites (which really wasn't that pricey given the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8096051363862084238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8096051363862084238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8096051363862084238' title='weekend in chicago: the pictures'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/RzdVqKeepNI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lE_7i00ERv0/s72-c/hotelrm1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-2625474590800895561</id><published>2007-11-09T00:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:34:36.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody save me</title><summary type='text'>is it weird i'm watching "Smallville" in my superman pajama pants?yea, i didn't think so.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2625474590800895561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2625474590800895561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2625474590800895561' title='somebody save me'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-1127724226224762202</id><published>2007-11-07T13:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:31:14.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>goin' to the chapel hotel allegro</title><summary type='text'>so that had to have been the first wedding i've been to at a hotel.  and hey the reception was right there too.  holly and pete decided they needed a trip to chicago for no reason, so they taggged along.  and by tagged along i mean they drove and took me out drinking friday night.  that was cool, though, i didn't have to worry too much about making the trek to the windy city alone.   anyhow, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1127724226224762202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/1127724226224762202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1127724226224762202' title='goin&apos; to the &lt;s&gt;chapel&lt;/s&gt; hotel allegro'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-8479326807802335399</id><published>2007-11-05T23:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:01:14.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>at long last</title><summary type='text'>here you bitches go:halloween 2007(when i say bitches i mean that in a TOTALLY super nice way)* snicker *</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8479326807802335399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/8479326807802335399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8479326807802335399' title='at long last'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-6951469855164436169</id><published>2007-11-05T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T11:42:31.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>stay tuned.....</title><summary type='text'>pictures from the wedding this past sat coming soon...as well as the halloween pics.  but for now:that's right we got blood from the ass bank.   hmmmmm...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6951469855164436169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/6951469855164436169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6951469855164436169' title='stay tuned.....'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/Ry9VyjN0RmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/G-GfyRpMewg/s72-c/assbank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-892245953039608500</id><published>2007-10-31T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T11:50:02.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloween</title><summary type='text'>(look, i gave you a teaser picture)too bad i'm celebrating today with CRAMPS!!   arggg!!  and work.  that should be interesting.  maybe i'll bring my camera.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/892245953039608500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/892245953039608500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#892245953039608500' title='happy halloween'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/RyixzjN0RlI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tDka5bcCC0w/s72-c/mechalisehw07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-2796884410902554936</id><published>2007-10-30T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:40:04.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so darken your clothes or strike a violent pose</title><summary type='text'>because it's halloween of course.  and that song is stuck in my head.so anyways, i really wish i could get into the habit of writing in this every day like i used to.  the britt of 2010 is going to be really pissed when she can't take a decent stroll down memory lane 2007.  and blogger is so much snazzier now, with auto saving of posts (gee, that woulda come in handy a few hundred times) and the </summary><link rel='edit' 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weird first impression.first question:"did you know your hair is purple?"no dude, it's blue.  and at this point it's sorta green/tealish.second question:  "1977.....that's the year i graduated high school (ho boy)....that makes you....47? 48?"yea.  cause i look like i'm pushing 50.  no offense to 50 year olds, but come on, he just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3715549881642807983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/3715549881642807983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3715549881642807983' title='service with &lt;s&gt;a smile&lt;/s&gt; some stupid questions'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-2667790949138625378</id><published>2007-10-21T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:12:18.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me that I won't feel a thing so give me Novocaine</title><summary type='text'>look i'm back, and with a green day song.so i had to get a connective soft tissue graft on friday.  no, they don't knock you out, but at least they numb you up real good.  it still sucked.  as does not being able to eat hardly anything.  i'd blame my tongue ring, but my periodontist was pretty honest and said "really, 90% is your anatomy."   i got some pretty crooked teeth on my bottom row.  if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2667790949138625378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2667790949138625378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2667790949138625378' title='tell me that I won&apos;t feel a thing so give me Novocaine'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-2247191579693085154</id><published>2007-10-17T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:18:46.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and yet again the ever popular picture post</title><summary type='text'>(cause i can't think of any thing to say)so last bloomington visit, i venture over to take some artsy watterson towers pictures. (DORK!)that's right, when you go to do laundry in this dorm, you're all the way at the top.look, it's iowa. (actually the one white building on the right is where i used to live)this note to tonya was legit.  til i added quotation marks.  then other people went to town </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2247191579693085154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2247191579693085154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2247191579693085154' title='and yet again the ever popular picture post'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/RxZRzm7fN0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/E8CSbgatVcE/s72-c/watterson3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-7546748459592306196</id><published>2007-10-09T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:54:43.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't fall in love</title><summary type='text'>ok, so the "she's a beauty" song by the Tubes was one of my favorites when i was little.....but now upon listening to the lyrics, i just realized it's about a damn stripper!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7546748459592306196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7546748459592306196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#7546748459592306196' title='don&apos;t fall in love'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-2110333886940977328</id><published>2007-10-06T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:35:20.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all over</title><summary type='text'>it's ok, i still love my cubbies.  and i hate to be the pollyanna, but at least we got this far and we had an awesome year.  AND i got to have an awesome game to go to.  no offense those who scored tickets to the NDLS, but that would be depressing as hell.and on that note, bring on the fall!and GO ROCKIES!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2110333886940977328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/2110333886940977328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2110333886940977328' title='it&apos;s all over'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-4442479068524112534</id><published>2007-10-04T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:10:36.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what the f?</title><summary type='text'>why can't i find this anywhere anymore?all they have is Carmel Groove, which i admit tastes super good and smells even better but alas, gives you dragon breath.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4442479068524112534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4442479068524112534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4442479068524112534' title='what the f?'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/RwUsYkFosNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2AFw5H-xHJc/s72-c/mf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-4773632290869664749</id><published>2007-10-01T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:56:10.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>would you stay here and rock my hair?</title><summary type='text'>wow.  her hair just got bigger each episode.she kind of looks like a transvestite.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4773632290869664749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/4773632290869664749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4773632290869664749' title='would you stay here and rock my hair?'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/RwGW60FosMI/AAAAAAAAAW0/961-u0LsmSU/s72-c/heather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-483261028525293670</id><published>2007-09-29T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:09:22.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the cub game adventure</title><summary type='text'>i swear i didn't plan to post about the cub game / adventure on the day after they clinch the central division, it just worked out nice that way.so i present to you the trip from last saturday a la dashes:- left at 6:30...yikes, got there around 9:30, got settled into a parking lot, to which the guy goes "$15....that spot right over there...you guys got tickets? (as in extra for sale)" ahhh...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/483261028525293670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/483261028525293670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#483261028525293670' title='the cub game adventure'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3081320.post-7577093002110448339</id><published>2007-09-27T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T00:41:12.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"ghost hunters" premiere</title><summary type='text'>is it just me or does jason (center) totally look cuter with a goatee?yes i know i said "totally"....what am i, 17?saturday cub game/adventure update coming soon.ps- please start winning cubs and/or losing brewers.pps- prince fielder, you are a fat piece of crap....and kind of stupid too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7577093002110448339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3081320/posts/default/7577093002110448339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenpercent.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7577093002110448339' title='&quot;ghost hunters&quot; premiere'/><author><name>britt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMs5REThJvM/TnwYjJY-tfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/FJYL7n_Td88/s220/stpat2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__HubUyRk_V4/RvtBL0FosLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/YnY4iBnxnGA/s72-c/jasonhawesgoatee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
