<?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-12551935</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:48:13.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's my story I leave the rest up to the sponsors!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-112094660994107757</id><published>2005-07-09T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T16:03:29.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know!  Where has she been?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went to St. Louis....and I've been really, really busy.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter and I traveled by car.  We rented a new Ford Five Hundred.  I loved the car!&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sporty...&lt;br /&gt;Had a wonderful time!  My boyfriend was there and we did a lot of things together.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter had her 'nose out of joint', but did get over it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more tomorrow about the things we did while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing things!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh!!!  I saw a Harrier!!! Wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope that everyone is having a fantastic summer!&lt;br /&gt;Talk soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-112094660994107757?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/112094660994107757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=112094660994107757' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/112094660994107757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/112094660994107757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time!'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111829560330253696</id><published>2005-06-08T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:40:19.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues Cruise in St. Louis</title><content type='html'>One of the Travel sites for St. Louis says the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s said that music stirs men’s souls. Get ready to be both shaken and stirred in St. Louis. Cuddle in our cozy blues music clubs or huddle at a candlelit table where America’s greatest jazz stylists will sing just for you. Discover the world-renowned Saint Louis Symphony Orchestra, take in a show at the acoustically perfect Sheldon Concert Hall or visit the critically acclaimed Opera Theatre of Saint Louis. Dance to Hip-Hop in the clubs along Washington Avenue or grab a spot for two on the floor of a concert club. Whatever your personal musical taste, St. Louis will help you write your own love song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to listen to the music. Music moves my heart and my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Gateway Arch you can enjoy live blues as you cruise the river-every Thursday night from June 2 to October 27. Boarding begins at 8:00 pm, with departure at 8:30 pm and return at 11:00 pm. Cash bar available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111829560330253696?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111829560330253696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111829560330253696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111829560330253696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111829560330253696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/06/blues-cruise-in-st-louis.html' title='Blues Cruise in St. Louis'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111789878774791843</id><published>2005-06-04T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T11:43:14.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say ROAD TRIP!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited. My daughter and I did a road trip to Canada last year to visit our family. This year we're going to St. Louis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the smart thing - I'm renting a car with a &lt;a href="http://hertzneverlost.com/"&gt;NeverLost&lt;/a&gt; system. It's a GPS navigational system that's awesome! I had one in the car in Chicago and I felt so at ease. I wasn't afraid of getting lost. It was awesome having someone tell me where to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come across so many things to do in St. Louis. I'll expand on this as the day goes on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111789878774791843?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111789878774791843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111789878774791843' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111789878774791843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111789878774791843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/06/can-you-say-road-trip.html' title='Can you say ROAD TRIP!!!'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111789422954613702</id><published>2005-06-04T08:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T15:39:40.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colleen Moore's Fairy Castle</title><content type='html'>Also, in the Museum of Science and Industry is housed a famous exhibit donated by Colleen Moore. This doll house is 9 square feet in size and has working electricity and plumbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.msichicago.org/exhibit/fairy_castle/fchome.html"&gt;Fairy Castle&lt;/a&gt; was completed in 1935 and the price tag for this 8'7" x 8'2" x 7'7" foot palace containing over 2000 miniatures was nearly $500,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still say that it was too good for Barbie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111789422954613702?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.msichicago.org/exhibit/fairy_castle/fchome.htmlhttp://www.msichicago.org/exhibit/fairy_castle/fchome.html' title='Colleen Moore&apos;s Fairy Castle'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111789422954613702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111789422954613702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111789422954613702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111789422954613702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/06/colleen-moores-fairy-castle.html' title='Colleen Moore&apos;s Fairy Castle'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111749602296776932</id><published>2005-05-30T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T08:03:03.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Museum of Science and Industry</title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting my postings I know.&lt;br /&gt;This one is so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Chicago with my boyfriend we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.msichicago.org/"&gt;Museum of Science and Industry&lt;/a&gt;. We also visited the &lt;a href="http://www.msichicago.org/bodyworlds/index.html"&gt;Body Worlds&lt;/a&gt; exhibit. Wow! They use a process called &lt;a href="http://www.msichicago.org/bodyworlds/plastination.html"&gt;Plastination&lt;/a&gt;. Plastination is the process in which a body's fat and fluids are replaced, preserving it for viewing. Don't be deceived! These bodies are real specimens! They aren't like plastic models of cars or ships...they are real, once alive, human beings! Go take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Museum is also the home to a REAL 727. Yes! An airplane! I was in awe walking around the building. Amongst the plane and the trains I was moved! These huge vehicles that carry a lot of people quickly and they were there in the same building for us to gawk over. Amazing! I highly recommend seeing the displays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111749602296776932?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111749602296776932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111749602296776932' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111749602296776932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111749602296776932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/05/chicago-museum-of-science-and-industry.html' title='Chicago Museum of Science and Industry'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111673591804342074</id><published>2005-05-21T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T22:27:49.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs and Music</title><content type='html'>And one that crossed my path tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics seem to stick in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I get so caught up in music and then associate it&lt;br /&gt;with events in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this one tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr Brightside" by the Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming out of my cage&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta gotta be down&lt;br /&gt;Because I want it all&lt;br /&gt;It started out with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;How did it end up like this&lt;br /&gt;It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;And she’s calling a cab&lt;br /&gt;While he’s having a smoke&lt;br /&gt;And she’s taking a drag&lt;br /&gt;Now they’re going to bed&lt;br /&gt;And my stomach is sick&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all in my head&lt;br /&gt;But she’s touching his—chest&lt;br /&gt;Now, he takes off her dress&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me go&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t look its killing me&lt;br /&gt;And taking control&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy, turning saints into the sea&lt;br /&gt;Swimming through sick lullabies&lt;br /&gt;Choking on your alibis&lt;br /&gt;But it’s just the price I pay&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;br /&gt;Open up my eager eyes&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming out of my cage&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta gotta be down&lt;br /&gt;Because I want it all&lt;br /&gt;It started out with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;How did it end up like this&lt;br /&gt;It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;And she’s calling a cab&lt;br /&gt;While he’s having a smoke&lt;br /&gt;And she’s taking a drag&lt;br /&gt;Now they’re going to bed&lt;br /&gt;And my stomach is sick&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all in my head&lt;br /&gt;But she’s touching his—chest&lt;br /&gt;Now, he takes off her dress&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just can’t look its killing me&lt;br /&gt;And taking control&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy, turning saints into the sea&lt;br /&gt;Swimming through sick lullabies&lt;br /&gt;Choking on your alibis&lt;br /&gt;But it’s just the price I pay&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;br /&gt;Open up my eager eyes&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside&lt;br /&gt;I never...I never...I never...I never...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111673591804342074?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111673591804342074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111673591804342074' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111673591804342074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111673591804342074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/05/songs-and-music.html' title='Songs and Music'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111663406768232106</id><published>2005-05-20T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T17:09:11.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nam Made Me Do It!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Remember, put these answers as a post on your blog, and tag someone else! You've been tagged for migratory purposes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three names I go by&lt;/strong&gt;: 1. Chrissie(my sisters gave it to me) 2. Louis(one of my best friends gave this to me and it stuck) 3. Doll (My grandfather gave it to me and it lasted for years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three screen names that I have had&lt;/strong&gt;: 1. connected2u 2. MusicLover 3. MaryDear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I like about myself&lt;/strong&gt;:1. I can talk to anyone about anything 2. my tits 3. I'm nice to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I don't like about myself:&lt;/strong&gt;1. I'm naive 2. I don't know when to say no 3. I'm too sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three parts of my heritage&lt;/strong&gt;:1. English 2. Scottish 3. German&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things that scare me&lt;/strong&gt;:1. being alone 2. viscous dogs 3. Ex husbands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of my everyday essentials:&lt;/strong&gt;1. Deodorant 2. Hugs 3. Shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I am wearing right now&lt;/strong&gt;:1. a black and peach bra 2. old navy tank top 3. khaki green boy shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of my fave bands or musical artists&lt;/strong&gt;:1. Collective Soul 2. Big Sugar w/Gordie Johnson 3. Herb Alpert. Give it a few days and it'll change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of my fave songs&lt;/strong&gt;:1. "She Said" by Collective Soul 2. "I love LA" by OMC 3. "Downtown" by Petulia Clark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three new things I want to try in the next 12 months&lt;/strong&gt;:1. Play Poker 2. Go to an Adult Club 3. Get a new car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I want in a relationship&lt;/strong&gt;:1. Hot Sex 2. Passion 3. Connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two truths and a lie&lt;/strong&gt;:1. I am lactating 2. I love someone who is unattainable 3. I love Scotch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three physical things that attract me to the opposite sex&lt;/strong&gt;:1. Dreamy Eyes 2. Infectious smile 3. Nice ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I can't do without&lt;/strong&gt;:1. Beer 2. love 3. certain people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of my fave hobbies&lt;/strong&gt;:1. quilting 2. reading 3. cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three places I want to go on vacation&lt;/strong&gt;:1. Australia 2. Ireland 3. California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I just can't do&lt;/strong&gt;:1. ride a motorcycle 2. hoola hoop 3. draw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three kids' names&lt;/strong&gt;: 1. Ryan 2. Avena 3. Georgette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I want to do before I die&lt;/strong&gt;:1. Live with my soul mate 2. Know that at least one relationship I got right! 3. Mend any hurt that I've caused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Three celeb crushes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:1. Tom Cruise 2. Jack Nicholson 3. Steve McQueen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111663406768232106?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111663406768232106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111663406768232106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111663406768232106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111663406768232106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/05/nam-made-me-do-it.html' title='Nam Made Me Do It!!'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111646293780049554</id><published>2005-05-18T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T18:38:18.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Masturbation</title><content type='html'>This story is just awesome!! &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://nlamore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nam's Masturbation Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosie Palm and her 5 sisters!&lt;br /&gt;What about the myth that Green Day sings about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bite my lip and close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Take me away to paradise&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn bored&lt;br /&gt;I'm going blind&lt;br /&gt;And loneliness has to suffice&lt;br /&gt;Bite my lip and close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I was slipping away to paradise&lt;br /&gt;Some say,"Quit or I'll go blind."&lt;br /&gt;But it's just a myth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me...slippin away to paradise...&lt;br /&gt;Mutual masturbation...now there's a whole new ballgame!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111646293780049554?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111646293780049554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111646293780049554' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111646293780049554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111646293780049554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/05/masturbation.html' title='Masturbation'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111610223934002836</id><published>2005-05-14T14:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T20:34:43.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Guy is Smart, I tell you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thought that I would post this afternoon because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't think that someone would guess. The person who is reading this will know what I'm talking about. I didn't think that you or anyone would put 2 and 2 together with the 2 sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so amazing!! Just like your site!&lt;br /&gt;Keep up the great blogging! I'm all eyes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111610223934002836?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111610223934002836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111610223934002836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111610223934002836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111610223934002836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-guy-is-smart-i-tell-you.html' title='This Guy is Smart, I tell you!!'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111604974055941495</id><published>2005-05-13T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:06:54.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating...Sounds Scary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, so tonight I'm thinking that my friends are probably right, but I'm so wishy washy...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start dating again.&lt;br /&gt;I mean don't get me wrong. It's fun going out with them and dancing and someone buying drinks, but...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that I'm out of that teasing stage yet or not and I don't think that I really want to have a relationship with someone other than my boyfriend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;How do you know if the next step is the right one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'm not looking for a permanent 'you can move in with me' type of relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I've done two of those. Actually, I've done two of those incorrectly. I don't think that I could ever get it right. Probably because I was meant to have a lover...not a husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having someone snuggle up close to me at night. I miss reaching out to touch 'him' and finding my pillow instead. I miss waking in the night and making love...or fucking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I just miss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111604974055941495?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111604974055941495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111604974055941495' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111604974055941495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111604974055941495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/05/datingsounds-scary.html' title='Dating...Sounds Scary!'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111594566616952800</id><published>2005-05-12T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T20:35:48.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked up day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so busy at work. I think that I'm losing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need time for me!&lt;br /&gt;my kids are complaining that I don't spend enough time with them&lt;br /&gt;they both said that they're tired of me trying to be their friend instead of their mother. Funny, I don't see it that way. Am I wrong? Fuck! I thought that life would get easier the older I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to relax. Put on some music and think about how I can repair this...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's me! The fixer. I wish that I could fix everything. Such is life I guess! Where's the rewind button? Or the fast forward for all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some loving!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111594566616952800?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111594566616952800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111594566616952800' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111594566616952800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111594566616952800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/05/fucked-up-day.html' title='Fucked up day'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111586138996871092</id><published>2005-05-11T19:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T20:36:18.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Wants to Know More?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That reminds me of the gum commercial. Who wants gum? I do! I do! Lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight I've had the drink of choice...a margarita. I mean a quality margarita. Christine makes the ultimate BEST! I'm talking margaritas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that song? "You promised me heaven but put me through hell!" Never, not after one or three of my margaritas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the margarita:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't use a margarita glass - it's not big enough! Use a tall drinking glass.&lt;br /&gt;Fill half way with ice (us Canadians don't like a lot of COLD ice, the weather is cold enough...that's why Canadians make great lovers...we like it HOT!!)&lt;br /&gt;Pour half the glass full with tequila&lt;br /&gt;Add enough margarita mix to fill the glass 3/4 full&lt;br /&gt;Then add some Rose's lime juice&lt;br /&gt;Then add a shot of triple sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it's awesome...Well the 2 that I've had tonight were supreme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111586138996871092?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111586138996871092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111586138996871092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111586138996871092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111586138996871092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/05/who-wants-to-know-more.html' title='Who Wants to Know More?'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111579038753699444</id><published>2005-05-10T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T20:37:27.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To give the address or not to give the address!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you think that's what Shakespeare meant?&lt;br /&gt;Him and I were actually born on the same day, but that doesn't mean that I have his writing talent. Just read on and you'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I told my friend about this blog. I wasn't sure that I wanted to give out the address. Now as I write, I figure, what the hell! What is said, is said. There's no rewind here! Or maybe I'm just not as technically savvy as I had originally thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the saga conintues!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111579038753699444?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111579038753699444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111579038753699444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111579038753699444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111579038753699444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-give-address-or-not-to-give-address.html' title='To give the address or not to give the address!'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111578982411578239</id><published>2005-05-07T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T20:37:55.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hear my Mother's voice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saying "Candy is dandy, but liquour is quicker!"&lt;br /&gt;or this one "Just remember that gin is a panty remover!"&lt;br /&gt;How bizarre! How bizarre! Who would know that I would be&lt;br /&gt;drinking gin! And the party would end up back at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I did something totally stupid. I usually don't&lt;br /&gt;do dumb things like that. I haven't allowed myself to open up to&lt;br /&gt;another person in a very long time. I'm very guarded and I really&lt;br /&gt;don't want to get involved in another relationship. I suck at&lt;br /&gt;relationships. And that's another thing that my mother would tell you. She doesn't think that I mix well in a marriage. I'm thinking that she's right. I love being on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...what did I do? Funny you should ask. Last night the party did come back to my place. Along with Julia...who had to drive me home. I sent an email to a friend of mine and said some really dumb things. Oh well...if he really knows me...he's going to know that I had a lot too many to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the first guy that I've felt comfortable about in a long time. I told my mom about him...she's so funny. Now what she said is probably the topic of another entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111578982411578239?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111578982411578239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111578982411578239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111578982411578239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111578982411578239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-hear-my-mothers-voice.html' title='I hear my Mother&apos;s voice!'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111578856284436639</id><published>2005-05-05T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T20:38:22.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen of TMI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think that I should be dubbed the Queen of TMI.I think of my two co-workers as my sounding board. Funny, they don't share the excitement! Hence the name Queen of TMI.That's me...always giving out too much information. Isn't that how you start a conversation, though? Give too much information and then people comment on it. Now I have to wonder...hmmm...too much information on my blog - should I or shouldn't I? Is that the same thing as does she or doesn't she? You know...only her hairdresser knows for sure! Well, as a friend of mine has said " How can you tell if the carpet matches the drapes when there's hardwood floors?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMI...I think not!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111578856284436639?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111578856284436639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111578856284436639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111578856284436639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111578856284436639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/05/queen-of-tmi.html' title='Queen of TMI'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111578913468312041</id><published>2005-05-04T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T20:38:53.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell is Energy Beer? or B to the E?</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;read something recently about this new product Energy Beer. What the fuck is that? Beer on Steroids. Apparently, it's beer that has been infused with caffeine, guarana and ginseng. So now we have a beverage that will keep drunks wired and they'll still remember what they did the night before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but when I drink a beer I want to be able to relax and enjoy it. I mean afterall, I'm up and about more often than I should be and I can't seem to keep still. With drinking B to the E I would be bouncing off of the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink of choice? I think not! I'd rather have a Red Bull and Jagermeister in the form of a &lt;strong&gt;Dirty Little Bastard . &lt;/strong&gt;This one consists of a pint glass filled with ice and a shot of Bacardi 151, filled with Red Bull and a float of Jagermeister. You're supposed to drink it through a straw till it's gone. I was told to keep my hands on the glass, not the person sitting next to me. Go figure! No one told him the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...now I'm going out again with my friends Julia and Monica. You know places to go...people to see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111578913468312041?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111578913468312041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111578913468312041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111578913468312041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111578913468312041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-hell-is-energy-beer-or-b-to-e.html' title='What the hell is Energy Beer? or B to the E?'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111578823979315847</id><published>2005-05-03T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T20:39:33.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I pretend to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is the first time in my entire life that I truely feel comfortable about who I am. I beleive that in all of my previous relationships I did pretend to be someone/something I wasn't. I now intend to experience life the way that I was intended to experience it - with open eyes and an open heart. I can now truly understand things that have happened in my life. I know why I am who I am. Wow! I think that I had too many glasses of that incredible Austrailian wine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that go again...oh that is pronounced a gane! Here's to you and here's to me...&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! That's an entirely new story. Perhaps on the menu for tomorrow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111578823979315847?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111578823979315847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111578823979315847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111578823979315847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111578823979315847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/05/id-rather-be-hated-for-who-i-am-than.html' title='I&apos;d rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I pretend to be'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12551935.post-111487208054754276</id><published>2005-04-30T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T08:41:20.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally realizing something!</title><content type='html'>Now with a title like that I suppose there could be 2 outcomes!&lt;br /&gt;The first could be GREAT! As in, back when I was in high school and I finally realized that someone I liked was interested in me!&lt;br /&gt;The second could be not so great. As in, the other day I was driving my SUV (I really want to call it my car) to work and heard a CLUNK. Oh yes! car problems. I finally realized that I was having car problems. Things like this make my heart sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I'm going to the dealership and I'll see what's up. Probably 2 thousand dollars later...&lt;br /&gt;I've also realized, not that I didn't know this before - because I did, that my daughter is very intelligent. Both of my daughters are very intelligent, but they use their intelligence, or channel it in very different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog for me is a step. It's a step back to utilizing some of the skills that I learned when I returned to college 4 years ago. My major focus then was web development. I want to get back into the technology again. I love helping people and I know an older man in Philly who could use my help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on forever, but this seems as good a spot as any to sign off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question....Really, what is blogging? Well maybe 2 questions. What is blogging to you?&lt;br /&gt;I love to read your posts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12551935-111487208054754276?l=howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/feeds/111487208054754276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12551935&amp;postID=111487208054754276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111487208054754276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12551935/posts/default/111487208054754276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howbizarrehowbizarre.blogspot.com/2005/04/finally-realizing-something.html' title='Finally realizing something!'/><author><name>HowBizarre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05926652650215431852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
