<?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-11706908</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:58:41.795-07:00</updated><category term='Raging'/><category term='Getting to know...'/><title type='text'>The Wicked Rage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-5193512541676112046</id><published>2010-07-07T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:25:18.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wha Happen???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTj6LlBzwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Je4YsZe394I/s1600/gradma+lil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTj6LlBzwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Je4YsZe394I/s320/gradma+lil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491264434351492866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I disappeared from the blogosphere for quite a moment but it was necessary. There was too much crap going on. Plus how can you make a triumphant return if you never leave? Exactly. So here is (in a very short form) a recap of the last few months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my incredibly loud and fabulous grandmother lost her fight with lung cancer. She was so great. I wish everyone could have met her. So I flew home to California for a few days. Little did I know that exactly a month later (to the day - hence the word exactly) my grandfather on the other side of my family passed away from being old. He was the most amazing man and chef. You'd think that most pasta is the same but being Italian really gave him the advantage of making everything taste wonderful and magical and fabulous. Plus he was hysterical. So that was my second trip to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTlBnRzPAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ih0jtQuXI5c/s1600/Grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTlBnRzPAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ih0jtQuXI5c/s320/Grandpa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491265661557750786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTmaO74DrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4RshI1t0jW4/s1600/me,taylor%40disneyland.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTmaO74DrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4RshI1t0jW4/s320/me,taylor%40disneyland.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491267184031698610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my third trip to California was to go to Disneyland... so it made Cali seem fun and bright again. We went to celebrate my 31st birthday, Meghann's 19th and Lindsay's 28th. Unfortunately Taylor's is in December but she got to come with us anyway. Disneyland was just as fun as I always remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTpW0AvL4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QK6iW-qeztY/s1600/Buzz+Lightyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTpW0AvL4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QK6iW-qeztY/s320/Buzz+Lightyear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491270423799607170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lindsay... I totally won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this happened on the 23rd of May and I haven't been able to work since! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTwdEvSmAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RwQTrXIQ7V8/s1600/foursquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTwdEvSmAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RwQTrXIQ7V8/s320/foursquare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491278227950442498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site of the carnage. Damn you foursquare! I will hopefully be heading back to work at the very end of July or beginning of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTqjkfGgGI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0xzl1qrcufI/s1600/ankle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTqjkfGgGI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0xzl1qrcufI/s200/ankle1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491271742481924194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Michele and I waited in the emergency room at the hospital we decided to snap some pictures. She is the one wearing sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTqymZTCmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/H3axDvgvuxY/s1600/ankle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTqymZTCmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/H3axDvgvuxY/s200/ankle2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491272000692488802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTrDnETBEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/v8QwXh0zUDg/s1600/ankle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTrDnETBEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/v8QwXh0zUDg/s200/ankle3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491272292930618434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fiberglass splints I was upgraded to two walking boots and a wheelchair. I have wheelchair pics too but I just can't find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTrXZofl0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/eFJA4-B9vuM/s1600/ankle4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTrXZofl0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/eFJA4-B9vuM/s200/ankle4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491272632921724738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTri8lPV_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/dmiKOEJzsws/s1600/ankle5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTri8lPV_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/dmiKOEJzsws/s200/ankle5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491272831281879026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time I just sat around and looked at my bruises. Even my toes bruised and I damaged the nerves to my toes so sometime my 2nd, 3rd and 4th toes fall asleep for no reason - pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTrtjlvRrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OTIX2ygjNfI/s1600/ankle6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTrtjlvRrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OTIX2ygjNfI/s200/ankle6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491273013551646386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it... the last four months of my life. Huh, not bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-5193512541676112046?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/5193512541676112046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=5193512541676112046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/5193512541676112046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/5193512541676112046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-hell-happened.html' title='Wha Happen???'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/TDTj6LlBzwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Je4YsZe394I/s72-c/gradma+lil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-2592757973518340347</id><published>2010-03-19T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:17:35.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Live Without This</title><content type='html'>I know that this isn't a real post but this is what makes me happy. Everyone should love this song and love Leslie Hall. I really want this as my ringtone. It brings a smile to my face and may even get me through my next round of bereavement days. I'll be in California again next week for yet another grandparent funeral. Awesome.  Til then I'm going to listen to Tight Pants/ Body Rolls on repeat until I can't stand it. This is the real video and that is what she looks like. Kind of really disturbing and leaves nothing to the imagination. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1c2KzJbcGA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1c2KzJbcGA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-2592757973518340347?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2592757973518340347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=2592757973518340347' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2592757973518340347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2592757973518340347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-live-without-this.html' title='Can&apos;t Live Without This'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-8041399044111926737</id><published>2010-01-26T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:32:04.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cried Tears of Laughter</title><content type='html'>I really love the music. I think it added just the right touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AyHG0giTw7k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AyHG0giTw7k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-8041399044111926737?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/8041399044111926737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=8041399044111926737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/8041399044111926737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/8041399044111926737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cried-tears-of-laughter.html' title='I Cried Tears of Laughter'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-1536003079513621371</id><published>2009-12-15T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:46:02.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/11/30/santa-fail-3/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/epic-fail-santa-fail1.jpg" alt="epic fail pictures" title="epic-fail-santa-fail" class="mine_2849862912" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org"&gt;Epic Fails&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-1536003079513621371?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/1536003079513621371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=1536003079513621371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/1536003079513621371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/1536003079513621371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-2304540672751754620</id><published>2009-11-14T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:28:47.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awful Truth</title><content type='html'>You really want to know what I've been up to for the last few months? Most recently I sat through an entire half hour of this crap for work (my girls were so good). It's called &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Experimental Music&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;weird, creepy, sounds like a horror movie and creepiest when being played and paired with a dramatic interpretation of some crazy poem&lt;/span&gt;. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud and even then a few not so lady like snorts escaped. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here's a tip - let the video load and then cue it up somewhere in the middle. It will make it less likely that you will have to kill yourself after hearing it.&lt;/span&gt; First it was a fifteen minute solo of this guy (Malcom Goldstein) and then some BYU people joined in the chaos. Things I saw that were experimental:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. guitar being strummed with an envelope&lt;br /&gt;2. violin being played with one of those clear projector plastic page things&lt;br /&gt;3. a golf ball being rolled around in a glass jar on the floor&lt;br /&gt;4. someone laying (lying?) in a piano to pluck the strings&lt;br /&gt;5. the bow of a violin being scraped on the music stand&lt;br /&gt;6. a tuba that would play a really loud note every now and then just to scare me&lt;br /&gt;7. general spastic movements (I like to call them seizures) while playing an instrument&lt;br /&gt;8. sheet music with big blobs and shapes on them instead of notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mindless job, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some sheet music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefieryfurnaces.com/site/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/sheetmusic-245x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.thefieryfurnaces.com/site/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/sheetmusic-245x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkcaster.com/demotivational/images/aphex%20twin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 654px; height: 546px;" src="http://www.sparkcaster.com/demotivational/images/aphex%20twin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RlPqc78zeF0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RlPqc78zeF0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-2304540672751754620?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2304540672751754620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=2304540672751754620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2304540672751754620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2304540672751754620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/11/awful-truth.html' title='The Awful Truth'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-201996308412239787</id><published>2009-07-20T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:20:06.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is so boring.</title><content type='html'>I wish that I had something magical and inspirational to tell you all. I mean after a month and a half of not updating this blog bloggy blog - I've still got nothing.  So let's go with things that I've learned from some "special" friends at work (all events are from the last week of my life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; cheek your meds.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; cheek your meds and then give them to others so they can OD on them, it is bad.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; be evil and lie to people who are trying to help you - it only pisses them off.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; call people mom when they are not your mom - it only pisses them off.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt; win soccer and softball tournament when you don't deserve it because you are cheeking your meds.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt; let people pull you off of the person you are beating up.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; knee people in the head as they are pulling you off of the person you are beating up.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt; put on sunscreen so that you don't get second degree burns on you body.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt; be sneaky so that when you are caught - it is all the sweeter for others.&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt; go on vacation when things are getting hard - in fact run to the nearest nerd convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it - I have to bestest mostest educationalistic job in the world. I will let you know how Comic-con goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-201996308412239787?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/201996308412239787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=201996308412239787' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/201996308412239787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/201996308412239787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-life-is-so-boring.html' title='My life is so boring.'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-198781230026691785</id><published>2009-06-19T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:17:24.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/SjvHxozqzfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xSvmQ_mLwYg/s1600-h/crazy+hot+scale.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349088638014246386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/SjvHxozqzfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xSvmQ_mLwYg/s400/crazy+hot+scale.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is true for both guys and girls, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-198781230026691785?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/198781230026691785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=198781230026691785' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/198781230026691785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/198781230026691785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-so-true.html' title='This is so true...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/SjvHxozqzfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xSvmQ_mLwYg/s72-c/crazy+hot+scale.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-6755714307106139452</id><published>2009-06-01T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:16:24.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a little while...</title><content type='html'>It's been the tiniest bit of time since I've blogged so let's answer some questions. The ever popular update when I answer questions that I have avoided or answered untruthfully in the past few month. So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as much as you do apparently.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes and yes.&lt;br /&gt;Get the hell away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;I do think you are a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;I can barely wait!&lt;br /&gt;It's been over a month.&lt;br /&gt;Someone else, wish you were someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;Me! I want to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few of the answers that I kept quiet or lied about :) Let me know if you think any apply to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-6755714307106139452?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/6755714307106139452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=6755714307106139452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/6755714307106139452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/6755714307106139452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-little-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a little while...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-339719145301360859</id><published>2009-04-10T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:11:13.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Two Temperatures</title><content type='html'>I like to shower. It is one of my favorite past times and I look forward to showers morning and night  - I like to shower.  Not today - My shower sucked for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There were two temperatures in my shower today - Scalding Hot and Freezing Cold. Now, I like a hot shower but this was burn and melt your skin off hot. When you are trying to stand out of the way of the water so that you don't die but you just have to make it cooler or you won't survive. And then it was so cold that I couldn't stand it! And no matter how I tried there was no happy inbetweeen... it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The water was so hot that it was super freakin' steamy. Now you might think, " I like steam - I hang my clothes in the bathroom so the steam will take out the wrinkles", with a stupid grin on your face. It was so steamy that I felt like I couldn't breathe. I had to shower with the bathroom door open to get some air circulation and luckily I was the only one home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I had to shower with the door open. What if someone had come home? I was having an anxiety attack the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I stepped out of the shower it was freezing! Really the temperature of the bathroom was about -2 degrees. And the worst part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I forgot my towel. They are usually hanging on the hook in the bathroom, but I grabbed them to wash them and didn't rehang them. Kill me - it was a cold dash through the livingroom to my bedroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where my blinds were open :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shower this morning sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-339719145301360859?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/339719145301360859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=339719145301360859' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/339719145301360859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/339719145301360859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-temperatures.html' title='The Two Temperatures'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-777662549818027997</id><published>2009-04-06T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:38:47.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Confession time&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are very few things that I'm really good at in this life. Pretty adequate at quite a few things but nothing too sensational. But I can say that &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am one hell of a liar&lt;/span&gt;. I'm dead serious - I can lie with the best of them.  It's true that I don't have a criminal mind (proven by the apparent anxiety attack that I suffered during the great &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Phone Book Caper of 2007&lt;/span&gt;).  I do have a hard time with the fantastical lies for the gulliable but only because they believe the impossible and I just can't keep a straight face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the little lies that I slip in or lies that I say to protect myself or others - those ones are so easy. So easy - often they are out of my mouth before I even realize it. Those small things that people won't really question because it's not worth the time, not important, just don't care or more often than not - it is what they want to hear anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lies of omission are my favorite!&lt;/span&gt; I absolutely love to give people just enough information to placate them, keep them interested, enough to get them to leave me alone, just enough to keep my secrets (or the secrets of others) safe. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love secrets. I love to have secrets. I love other people's secrets. I love my own secrets. I love to keep secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are some faithful readers who are thinking, "Wait, she's told me some of her secrets." That may be true. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;If I have - you only know a part of it&lt;/span&gt;. There isn't another person on earth that knows what I know.  In the immortal words of celebrity TV diaries: You think you know but you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... let the guessing begin. I was recently very intrigued by the guesses of a friend. I would like to know what others think too! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Good Luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-777662549818027997?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/777662549818027997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=777662549818027997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/777662549818027997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/777662549818027997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/04/lying.html' title='Lying'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-1027823932920704915</id><published>2009-03-14T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:04:40.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reobsession</title><content type='html'>I never thought that it would be so hard to become obsessed with something again (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reobsession&lt;/span&gt;). Mostly because I can become fanatical over just about anything in the shortest amount of time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lickety&lt;/span&gt;-split you could say.  This week I was proven wrong several times. Here is a short list of things I tried to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reobsessed&lt;/span&gt; with this week and struggled immensely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep - I stayed up until 6am twice this week and really wanted to sleep, I just couldn't. I remember the good old days when my head could hit the pillow and I'd be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gym - Now, I was pretty obsessed with the gym for a little while - Then that passion left me all alone. I started going back to the gym about two weeks ago. It has been killer and I've hated more days than I've liked. I'm trying to tell myself that it will all get better in time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Water - I have a love hate relationship with water. Last summer I couldn't get enough. Now I have to force myself to drink the bare minimum required so that I don't die. Plus water tastes gross, it always has, I'm working on this one still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wearing a watch - This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reobsession&lt;/span&gt; is almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;achieved&lt;/span&gt;! It took a while to get used to a watch catching on everything and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Francyst&lt;/span&gt; was none too happy about his new wrist companion. BUT -I forgot to wear it to work yesterday and I almost went crazy! I'm so close to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reobsession&lt;/span&gt; I can taste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few things on a long list of things I am currently or would like to be obsessed with - What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-1027823932920704915?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/1027823932920704915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=1027823932920704915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/1027823932920704915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/1027823932920704915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/03/reobsession.html' title='Reobsession'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-2449062115229544339</id><published>2009-02-22T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:51:50.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church: The Feast</title><content type='html'>Not only was church a spiritual feast today, but a visual feast as well.  This won't be a long post seeing as how I need to go to work very, very soon. Just a little list to share the wonders of my ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Scarlett (nickname) - The chick who wears giant Gone with the Wind hats every sunday. Todays hat was black BUT WAIT! Pair the hat with a black, silk, floor length skirt with a train. A train! Then add on top of the that - She never wears shoes - ever. She wanders around church barefoot - it's disgusting, she is crazy, but very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Snuggie (nickname)- I'm pretty sure this would have worn a snuggie (the blanket with sleeves) if she owned one. She was wrapped in a bright blue blanket. She was trying to wear it as a shawl. It was a giant blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tagua (actual name) - She is very sweet and nice, but an interesting dresser every Sunday. I have no doubt that she is interesting every day of the week. Today she was sporting a silk kimono dress thing, black pants underneath and black riding boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Actor (nickname) - This gentleman wears a variety of tutlenecks paired with a lovely sport coat. Today on the lapel of his jacket he had a few (3) lapel pins. All different condiments. The Ketcup lapel pin was my favorite but that might be because I was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the four that stood out to me this week and made it very hard to have Christ like thoughts during Ward Conference.  My ward also has higher than normal instances of Crimes of Fashion such as nylons with open toed shoes, grandma dresses and ties with cartoons on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my ward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-2449062115229544339?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2449062115229544339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=2449062115229544339' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2449062115229544339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2449062115229544339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/02/church-feast.html' title='Church: The Feast'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-2201046043439116802</id><published>2009-02-13T00:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:21:44.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Update #3</title><content type='html'>So I must be really stressed out once again. My crazy dreams have resurfaced and in another weird way. Last night, this is what I dealt with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was Noah and had to build an ark. Except that I was me, living in modern day and I didn't have to collect animals. The general population was pretty cool with me building an ark. I realized during my dream that I was dreaming that I was a female Noah and it was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that dream ended, I woke up - thought it was crazy and went back to sleep. That's when this dream popped up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Again, I built a boat. I built a little canoe/rowboat thing from "scratch". By scratch I mean that I cut branches off trees in my backyard and fashioned a boat. So I decided that I needed to take a first float on it - by myself - in the mountains - during a lightning storm - down a river - ending in a waterfall. ALL OF YOU WERE COOL WITH IT!  Oh, did I mention that I carried it up the mountain by myself? Yep. Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you look at it - I woke up before I could complete the epic journey down the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - I already know that I am crazy and that is not helpful feedback :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-2201046043439116802?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2201046043439116802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=2201046043439116802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2201046043439116802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2201046043439116802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream-update-3.html' title='Dream Update #3'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-928823147135412956</id><published>2009-02-07T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:40:31.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked</title><content type='html'>I'm a wicked person with a wicked heart. I need to learn to let go of things - but I don't want to :) I've said enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-928823147135412956?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/928823147135412956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=928823147135412956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/928823147135412956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/928823147135412956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-horribleness.html' title='Wicked'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-2109064294953637536</id><published>2009-01-29T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:42:56.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Update</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to give a quick update on the crazy dreams of late:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. The other night I was lion tamer. It was weird and I was totally calm throughout the performance. I can even remember the smell of the lion's breath... at least what I dreamt it would smell like. As a side note, the smell was not as bad as you might think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. Last night I was Superwoman. Seriously, I lived the Superman movie. At some point I realized I could fly ( I love flying dreams, they are my favorite!) and was checking out the dynamics of  how it worked and how I could control it. At one point I was testing my speed. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I could fly so fast - It was so F-ing Awesome!&lt;/span&gt; I kept finding all of these resorts to visit. I was super strong. The kryptonite was the worst. A blinding green and very painful. It was exhausting. It was one of those dreams where you wake up and then fall asleep again to continue the dream. It happened over a three hour span. Needless to say, I didn't feel rested at all today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering - What does it all mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-2109064294953637536?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2109064294953637536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=2109064294953637536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2109064294953637536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2109064294953637536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream-update.html' title='A Dream Update'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-8674744438985078762</id><published>2009-01-24T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:52:21.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth and Lies...</title><content type='html'>Holy Crap - I can't resist these stupid things and who doesn't want to know inane facts about my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promi​se to be hones​t?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last text from?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Abby - Comic-con is soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the next time you'​​​​​ll kiss someo​ne?&lt;br /&gt;​​​​​No freakin' clue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing​ you drank​?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy​ right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Right right now? No - so I'm blogging to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color​ are your eyes?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Umm, brown, but they change to match my hair color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could​ have one thing​ right​ now what would​ it be?&lt;br /&gt;To be independently wealthy. I love and crave money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birth​day?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;May 15th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ you'​​​​​ll be marri​ed in 10 years​?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Honestly? No. Am I lying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a good day?&lt;br /&gt;Not bad but too many early morning phone calls! Leave me alone when I am sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many child​ren do you want?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Umm, ???  Please refer to the question that was two before this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans​ for the weeke​nd?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, chill and try not to think about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy​ with the way thing​s are going​ now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on changing things... I might be going crazy and i can't have that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any plans​ for tomor​row?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to do absolutely nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you curre​ntly hear right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;My roommate is making a fizzing airborne drink and now she is drinking it - I think I might barf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart​ broke​n right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Seems to be okay. Tomorrow could be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have trust​ issue​s?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Absoutely. Yes. Most definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last tell a secre​t to?&lt;br /&gt;Me? I like to keep the important things to myself - so mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ anybo​dy you wish you could​ be spend​ing time with right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone but who else is awake at 1:22 am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first​ perso​n you talke​d to today​?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Michele. It was so early I barely remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done somet​hing outra​geous​ly dumb?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Daily. Getting pulled over on Wednesday was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ someo​ne on your mind that shoul​dn'​​​​​t be?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and yes. And they should not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you ever get a tatto​o?&lt;br /&gt;A snowflake with flames around it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you rathe​r it be sunny​ or raini​ng?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Sunny, but raining when you are snuggled up in bed is so great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your eyes the same color​ as your mom'​​​​​s or dad's?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Dad. Mom's are green and I didn't get that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;​Do you do your own laund​ry?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;No, my laundry gnome does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been caugh​t doing​ somet​hing you weren​'​​​​​t suppo​sed to do?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Oh my goodness, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sing in the car?&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go and at the top of my lungs, maybe why my music is always so loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your cell phone​ fully​ charg​ed?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Uh, no. One bar. I should probably take care of that soon. I'm so popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could​ you go out in publi​c looki​ng like you do now?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Don't care. I often look like crap and couldn't care less. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last movie​ you watch​ed?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;??? Twilight? That is so embarassing. Just kidding, Marley and Me. I cried so much - I'm such a caring and sweet person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing​ after​ this?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Take some nyquil so I can sleep and not cough all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baths​ or showe​rs?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Showers. Who wants to bathe in their own filth? Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up this morni​ng?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;10:45 am. Anything before that is too dang early! Leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats​ on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Pillows, blankets and a target bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be in a relat​ionsh​ip next month​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;No. Mostly not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddl​e/​​​​​snugg​le?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, cuddle slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you excit​ed about​ anyth​ing today​?​&lt;br /&gt;That I don't have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last gift someo​ne got you?&lt;br /&gt;a gift card to target. I bought a space heater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing​ at midni​ght last night​?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;watching a movie on tv - we have 5,000,000 channels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ one perso​n in your life that can alway​s make you smile​?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;There are a few, I'm lucky like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last eat Chine​se food with?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Treatment kids. Technicallly, it was mexican chinese food - does that count? And I hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singl​e or Taken​?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;STD - Single Til Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyon​e on your bad side right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes there is. And it might be you? How do you feel about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last talk to your broth​er or siste​r?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;a Couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ your last ex deser​ves to die?&lt;br /&gt;Die? No. Mangled? No. Trip and fall, maybe scrape a knee? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you curre​ntly wanti​ng any pierc​ings or tatto​os?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;I will always want to pierce my lip. I know that it is not professional, I don't care - Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the last pers​on you kisse​d mad at you?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Barely know each other. I don't think we will ever see each other again anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you text messa​ge a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Sure do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you make wishe​s on shoot​ing stars​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yeppers, it couldn't hurt, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the reaso​n behin​d why you last cried​?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;You don't really want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a frien​d of the oppos​ite sex you can talk to?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last girl you talke​d on the phone​ with?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Michele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tickl​ish?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;No. And I hate it when people do try to tickle me. I think that it goes back to the time as a child when I was being tickled and I passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is succe​ss in your futur​e?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think​ of Valen​tine'​​​​​s day?&lt;br /&gt;Hate it, always have reguardless of if I had a significant other at the time or not. Just hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your hair right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Just had it cut yesterday so it is a tad too short, but it looks healthy - so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kisse​d someo​ne who'​​​​​s name start​ed with a E?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you remem​ber the perso​n you liked​ this time last year?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;No. I think it's been a long time since I've for real liked someone. Hmm, makes ya think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it. More info about me and my days than you probably ever wanted to know. And I don't care. I'm sure some of it was intriguing - it was for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-8674744438985078762?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/8674744438985078762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=8674744438985078762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/8674744438985078762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/8674744438985078762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/01/truth-and-lies.html' title='Truth and Lies...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-3384677654004337228</id><published>2009-01-22T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:03:15.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerds Unite!</title><content type='html'>It has been decided and the plan has already been put into motion. At this point in time it is for sure that Andrew and I are on our way to Comic-Con 2009. I am aware that this is the nerdiest thing I have ever done in my life and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I DON'T CARE&lt;/span&gt;! I'm so freaking excited! I just want to put this out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everyone is invited to come along with us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is turning into quite the journey with plan tickets, rental cars and hotels. It is going to be a grand adventure and you should all come along with us! Our motto for this adventure is : &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"You only live once - so why haven't we been to comic-con yet?"&lt;/span&gt;  Just wanted to put it out there so that everyone else can get their affairs in order and join the adventure. For more information on Comic-con, go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comic-con.org/cci/"&gt;http://www.comic-con.org/cci/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (I speak for the Freakishly Tall one, I'm sure it would be okay with him) expect to see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-3384677654004337228?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/3384677654004337228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=3384677654004337228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/3384677654004337228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/3384677654004337228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/01/nerds-unite.html' title='Nerds Unite!'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-2831840618616865490</id><published>2009-01-17T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:56:03.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Tirade</title><content type='html'>Two posts in one day? Wha happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to rant because it is quite possible that I might kill someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've had a really crappy four days at work and I've got four to go before I get a day off. I mean, they have really sucked - more than you could possibly imagine. I've been gone from work for two hours and I've had three phone calls already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My roommate is getting married this weekend so her family has been staying at our house for three days. Did anyone have the courtesy to ask me if that was okay? No. I would have been fine with it, just ask please. COMMON COURTESY. But I did get volunteered to clean the bathroom because "guests" would be using it for the bridal shower, the family dinner and the extra people that would be staying. F-ing Awesome... but I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. So I come home from work today to relax and not think about at-risk youth for two minutes. My house is trashed. I get it, wedding, blah, blah, blah. I mean there is S--t everywhere. I can't even cook anything because the kitchen is a dump. But then I remember... WAIT! I have Mt. Dew in the fridge and chesse-its, a healthy balanced meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kicker:&lt;br /&gt;I open the fridge door and it's not there. No Mt. Dew to be found! I look in the trash. Ah - there it is, empty and crushed. Two liters? Really? &lt;a href="http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope I do sleepwalk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(please read my previous post on my crazy night activities) and take someone out and I hope it is the Dew Stealer. I'm so pissed... seriously. Could this day get worse? I'm gonna go with a big, fat NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update: I was so wrong. The day could get worse and it is my own fault for not knocking on wood. An aquiantace dropped a bomb - you know who you are... jerk. And I just watched the longest Western of my life - so lame yet so good. Thanks for sucking me in The Big Country.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-2831840618616865490?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2831840618616865490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=2831840618616865490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2831840618616865490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2831840618616865490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/01/quick-tirade.html' title='Quick Tirade'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-7032955023693113860</id><published>2009-01-17T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:35:45.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping?</title><content type='html'>So, I just wanted to put a quick blurb out there and get your input on what is happening in my life the last few days... here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Senario #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Two days ago I woke up in bed with a bunch of bobby pins clutched tightly in my hand. When I went to sleep I had two in my hair and there were three or four on my nightstand. In the morning I woke up with all six clutched tightly in my fist... I don't recall doing that at all. What do you think it means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Senario #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Last night I went to bed as usual. Granted I had some on-the-crazy-side dreams but didn't really think anything of it. Until I woke up for real this morning. Here is the weird part and I'm sure I'm insane:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When went to bed I was wearing sweats (pants and shirt). When I woke up I was wearing jeans. Still the same sweatshirt but new shirt underneath it. The pjs I went to sleep in were in my laundry basket. Oh, and my phone was clutched in my hand... I don't recall it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A few important details to be aware of before you make your diagnosis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. I am super stressed out by work and the moronic tendencies of certain youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. I do not use drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. I was not under the influence of any sleep aides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. I wasn't clinically crazy until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. I am a Taurus, I like long walks on the beach and I enjoy wakeboarding, chocolate and Mt. Dew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, I'm open to your diagnosis. In your expert opinion, let me know what is wrong with me. I promise I will greatly appreciate it. Or I may sleep walk, kill you, come home and change my clothes and remember nothing the next day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-7032955023693113860?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/7032955023693113860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=7032955023693113860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7032955023693113860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7032955023693113860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='Sleeping?'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-5466590823914723578</id><published>2009-01-13T23:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:36:52.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Rage of '09!</title><content type='html'>It seems to be the trend among blogs that since it is the beginning of a new years I must write a post about &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my hopes, dreams and goals for 2009&lt;/span&gt;. Which is this: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To Be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Better Than 2008&lt;/span&gt;. Not too lofty of a goal, but still gonna take some minimal effort - so I feel good about it.  On to bigger and better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for those of you that know me... I have a tendency to be a &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;bit of a pessimist&lt;/span&gt; on the outside, but on the inside I have a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;heart of gold&lt;/span&gt;. I like to think that when I am not in a room that people are not talking about me. It saves me from having some type of paranoid complex. I like to hope for the best in people. I have recently discovered this is not the case! There are people talking about me left and right. My ears are burning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suffice it to say, I don't think that all of the GOSSIP has been &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt;. Do I feel &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hated&lt;/span&gt;? A little. Do I feel &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;betrayed&lt;/span&gt;? Most definitely. Do I really &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt;? NO! Well, yes a little. My delicate disposition has been attacked on all fronts and I'm not quite sure what to do. Do I play it cool and calm? Do I retaliate? Do I take a nap? On facebook I could take a quiz and then it would tell me two people who HATE me! My world has been mind freaked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it really been freaked? No.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want people!!! Talk it out!&lt;br /&gt;Just let me know when I can check you off of the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Master Plan&lt;/span&gt; :) You are making it so easy. Peace out 2008! 2009 is shaping up to be a real blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-5466590823914723578?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/5466590823914723578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=5466590823914723578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/5466590823914723578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/5466590823914723578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-rage-of-09.html' title='The First Rage of &apos;09!'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-912737009652119690</id><published>2008-12-31T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:09:02.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Christmas</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Flight to Cali&lt;/span&gt;: I was seated next to pleasant older gentleman who talked to me the ENTIRE flight. I did get a 30 minute reprise while he studied his Mandarin Chinese. Hands down one of the most interesting people I've ever met - teacher/researcher at the U, owns a resort in Hawaii, will be guest lecturing at a university in China, took a year sabbatical to Norway, divorced, daughter restores films and one of the leading opthamologists in the world... interesting to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas the day after Christmas&lt;/span&gt;: Nothing like extending the holidays for a few extra days of gift opening. I enjoyed it as did my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Movies&lt;/span&gt;: Saw 2 in 5 days. Ones I wouldn't normally see but they were free :) I saw Yes Man with Jim Carrey (who I dislike immensely). It was actually pretty funny and not the normal Carrey slapstick - I'd say about 85% genuine laughing, 10% lameness and 5% sentimental. Then I had the joy of seeing Marley and Me - a cute, down to earth real portrail of a family and their dog. Not gonna lie - I cried for the last 1/2 hour of the movie - it was suckily good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;: Made the rounds of visiting grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Highlight&lt;/span&gt;: My Grandmother who has cancer shaved her head and did it herself! She was tired of it falling out due to chemo.  She looks so cute - a few nics here and there but overall she did a great job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Intervention&lt;/span&gt;: Made the mistake of watching Intervention with my mother. It was about a girl was nuts because her mom never told her she loved her. My mom decided that she also has emotionally scarred us by not telling us she loved enough. Mom outright asked if she "had made our family dysfunctional?" I let her know she was making my dysfunctional by trying to make me answer that question. Then she got mad that I didn't give her a straight answer. Well... gotta love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;: My parents have yet to grasp the concept of sarcasm. Talking on the phone and texting are illegal in California. Don't joke about it with my parents - it will become an issue and they are very passionate about it. Don't get me started on the Prop 8 craziness... there is a picture of samuel the lamanite on our fridge holding a yes on prop 8 sign, you know the picture (let me find it for you) ... yikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286231091121775426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/SVx3K3LwY0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/GX7btUTNLOE/s320/TakeCourage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;: I never thought that I would be happy to come back to Utah. I hate snow and that will never change. I love my family and Christmas was so fun, great food, cute ferrets and my puppy to cuddle with (she loved me!) It's good to be back - no Christmas miracles but that's okay, it was still a good year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-912737009652119690?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/912737009652119690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=912737009652119690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/912737009652119690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/912737009652119690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/12/interesting-christmas.html' title='An Interesting Christmas'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/SVx3K3LwY0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/GX7btUTNLOE/s72-c/TakeCourage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-4453996680289168831</id><published>2008-12-06T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:59:56.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Few Chords Short of This (plus some other gems)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATub40Npxik&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATub40Npxik&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBM854BTGL0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBM854BTGL0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn those asian kids and their cuteness (he has the cutest mullet)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgrrQwLdME8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgrrQwLdME8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-4453996680289168831?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-3595514013209675955</id><published>2008-11-24T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:45:02.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Wait. Did I Say Empowered Individual? I Meant Two Cent Gutter Slut.</title><content type='html'>The title of the blog is just one of my FAVORITE lines of a song... SO Great. On with the blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I realized today was quite the revelation... Okay, not really but doesn't that sound like it would be something great? Not really. It's actually something that I've know for a long, long, long time. Ready for it? Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. Quite the revelation, right? Seriously. I mean really girly. Including : Make-up, shoes, girly movies, girly music (mind out of the gutter y'all: Not A Lesbian). The big tip off? Tears. I cry over everything. If you haven't seen me cry then you don't know me at all. I cry pretty much every single day and not because I'm sad - it can be happy crying too. Usually it is caused by all sorts of things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;movies&lt;br /&gt;books&lt;br /&gt;waking up&lt;br /&gt;So - I'm a GIRL - just in case there was any confusion out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my favorite videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-kWI9Uoegg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-kWI9Uoegg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Embedding has been disabled for this video - probably because it is so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music you should look up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Rapture, Pt. II&lt;/span&gt; - Data puts out some great Electronica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Rapture&lt;/span&gt; - The original ain't bad either...&lt;br /&gt;Check it out - you won't regret it... promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all of the gems I've got for you today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-3595514013209675955?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/3595514013209675955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=3595514013209675955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/3595514013209675955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/3595514013209675955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-wait-did-i-say-empowered-individual.html' title='No Wait. Did I Say Empowered Individual? I Meant Two Cent Gutter Slut.'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-7814425449693544800</id><published>2008-11-02T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:59:47.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Suckiness</title><content type='html'>So today was one of those days that you just want to end as soon as possible (you all know that day) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; it drags on and on and on. I know that there are other people out there that felt the same way about today as well. Things that sucked (&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I need to vent, suck it up&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No matter how much &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mt. Dew&lt;/span&gt; I drank - I was so F-ing tired at work. Who knew Dead Sexy could keep you awake at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I made &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; people cry at work. That's a new record and though I'm evil - I do have a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; and I felt kinda bad, but it was necessary - no way around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Then I had to field the crying mother phone call. This was the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cherry&lt;/span&gt; on top to fantabulous day - found out my grandmother has stage four lung cancer from puffing two or three packs a day for the last 60 years. Expected? Yes. Still... it totally blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Exhuasted - I managed to sit around for hours and watch the worst movies of all time (Well, almost - Cube wasn't on, so I didn't have to kill myself ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Legend&lt;/span&gt; - 80s movie starring Tom Cruise, very Labryinth-esque. Crapfest - it's no Cloak and Dagger :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Center Stage 2&lt;/span&gt; - the sequel to Center Stage (the 1st one sucked, why did I sit through the second made for TV one?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Finally at &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2 in the morning&lt;/span&gt; when a good movie is on (Cillian, I love you) ... I'm too tired and bored to sit there anymore. My life is so rough... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. Welcome November! You've come in with a bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. On the bright side I get an extra hour of sleep (oh &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;daylight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;savings&lt;/span&gt;)!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-7814425449693544800?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/7814425449693544800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=7814425449693544800' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7814425449693544800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7814425449693544800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/11/suckiness.html' title='The Suckiness'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-4197850186948034037</id><published>2008-10-23T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:57:15.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that I'm back...</title><content type='html'>So now that I have been reborn into the world of electronics and the internet - It is time for me to get caught up on all of the great music I have been missing. I now dedicate this update to Ludo. I've loved them for years and unfortunately because of the Great Computer Crisis of '07 - I kinda forgot about them for awhile. That is until I remembered and bought their latest album that came out in like February or something. I love it - They are original and quirky and catchy. Plus they sound great live - a quality I value highly... enjoy (Sorry for any profanity - but not really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f71MQSsLNMU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f71MQSsLNMU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the one I currently can't drive around without blasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMCUinpSJGE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMCUinpSJGE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish I had remembered them earlier...other great songs include but are not limited to "Good Will Hunting By Myself", "Hum Along" and  "Go Getter Greg" (a fantastic song about stalking). The first two are from an older album which is awesome and the newest album is great and shouldn't be lived without either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-4197850186948034037?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/4197850186948034037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=4197850186948034037' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/4197850186948034037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/4197850186948034037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/now-that-im-back.html' title='Now that I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-9093431608324880428</id><published>2008-10-19T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:44:42.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right</title><content type='html'>In rare form The Wicked Rage will now rage for a moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I am always right. Always, at least when it comes to important things. People should just listen to me and it would save us all a lot of heartache and pain. Especially me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I am always right - about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-9093431608324880428?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/9093431608324880428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=9093431608324880428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/9093431608324880428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/9093431608324880428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/right.html' title='Right'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-7978532550917297266</id><published>2008-10-15T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:25:12.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreams</title><content type='html'>That's right Folks - I'm back and in action! For my first returning post I've decided to let you in on a few of my dreams. That means that this post will be crazy, scary and often not make sense. I started keeping a dream journal little wh&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ile ago because my dreams are AWE&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SOME and when I wake up I can only remember them for a few minutes. Common themes in my dreams are celebrities, work, murder and trying to get somewhere that I can't. Here are some gems from my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The doorbell rings. It lights up with evil eyes and plays the Happy Birthday song. I open these giant, heavy oak doors. There are 2 ladders on the porch and a UPS guy driving away. The truck turns around and comes back. Jared Leto (lead singer of 30 Seconds to Mars/My So Called Life Fame) jumps out. He delivers another package the size of an elephant with a crane that is on the back of the UPS truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm walking home from work down the windiest cobblestone road in the world - very remniscent of Brasil. A huge cart of waterballoons is spilled. The street is really crowded and it is a super hot day. This guy comes up and asks me what his family can do for fun around here. I suggest buying a kiddie pool and swimming in it. Then a group of guys want to start a wakeboarding team. Suddenly I'm carrying a wakeboard and I finish my walk home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Out at the delta in the old day when it was a bunch of trailers. There is also a huge outdoor stage for theater performances. We keep doing musical scenes from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. Amy Poelher and Tracy Morgan are there. Tracy keeps popping up in weird places using trap doors. I carry a microphone around with me everywhere. I'm trying to walk to places but giant black widow spiders keep making huge webs to block my path and I can't get through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I clock in for work and walk over to the Worship Center (church) on campus. There everyone is very excited because Hannah Montana, The Jonas Brothers and Jesse McCartney are putting on a concert. In the middle of Hannah Montana's part she starts to play senior citizen style Bingo with the kids and they love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two recurring dreams. I only have them at certain times - One when I'm stressed out and another when I'm sick with a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When I'm stressed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm stuck in a world much like the one in the movie Tron. I'm there with my family and we are all running from someone chasing us. We have to hurdle these big colored bars before they shoot up to the ceiling and we can't pass. Finally we are almost away and there is one more blue bar to jump over. My whole family makes it except for me. I don't make it over before the bar goes up and I'm stuck. My family keeps going without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;When I'm sick (I hate this one - been having it since I was 3):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've been shrunk down to the size of a character on a Dixie cup. That is where I am, on a Dixie cup that is covered in the Chutes and Ladders game. I'm running from a huge, blue, furry monster. He is chasing me up and down the chutes and ladders and I make my way around the cup until I come to a super high cliff above the ocean. I know I have to jump or the monster will get me. So I jump off the cliff - This is usually when I fall out of bed, not even kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I left out the ones where I have to murder people to survive because they are trying to kill me. I have had a few dreams where I can fly, ones where I'm a vampire (killing and flying combined), dreams where I realize I can control what is happening, ones that are all in portuguese still, ones that are monochromatic, etc. What can I say? I'm nuts :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-7978532550917297266?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/7978532550917297266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=7978532550917297266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7978532550917297266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7978532550917297266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreams.html' title='The Dreams'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-7460188155484391574</id><published>2008-10-06T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:08:45.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Crisis '07</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems that the waring factions are coming together and the Computer Crisis of 2007 (which has lasted for well over a year and cost hundreds of dollars) will soon be at an end. I know, I know - some say that it has been a long time coming but it has been a long and arduous road.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the new computer which will arrive in a little while will change the world. I will no longer have to beg, borrow and steal just to pay my bills online. I will no longer have to call or text just to talk to people. I will never need to leave the house (except to work, of course).&lt;br /&gt;The year of war has taken it's toll on me and it's possible that I will never be the same, but I probably will be just fine. Here's to hoping.&lt;br /&gt;So, until then I will soldier on and continue finding success in the face of adversity. I might even get out of bed every now and then. Until the new lappy arrives...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-7460188155484391574?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/7460188155484391574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=7460188155484391574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7460188155484391574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7460188155484391574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/computer-crisis-07.html' title='Computer Crisis &apos;07'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-7429457912989928422</id><published>2008-08-27T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:50:37.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California and The Move</title><content type='html'>Your Loveable Rage Here -&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, the title of this update is also the name of my new band. Anyways... the most stressful move of my life in almost over. I spent days moving my shiz and then headed off to cali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California was awesome! I spent the majority of my time doing several different activities. This list is in order of activities that I spent the most time to least time doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Laying in the Sun&lt;br /&gt;2. Wakeboarding&lt;br /&gt;3. Playing Guitar Hero III&lt;br /&gt;4. Wake Surfing (I dominated this year)&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;6. Watching the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;7. Eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the perfect vacation. There were several other highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Olympic synchronized diving contest my sister and I held, participated in and&lt;br /&gt;   won. It is so easy when you are the only team participating and your mom is the&lt;br /&gt;   judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Forcing my brother-in-law to wakeboard even though he didn't want to - I didn't&lt;br /&gt;   give him a choice. He got up on his first try - I'm a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Beating Guitar Hero on Medium after only ever playing for three days in my life.&lt;br /&gt;   I know, not that amazing but I felt like I really accomplished something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Singing in Church. Yea, my mother springs it on us every year. This year it was &lt;br /&gt;   arrangement of Nearer My God To Thee. It went well, I hated it - at least my mom&lt;br /&gt;   was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's that for now. I'm back and even went back to work today, it was not as fun as California but more fun than moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Post:&lt;br /&gt;The Great Mattress Move of 2008 - it involved lashing it to the X. Amazing! There will hopefully be pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-7429457912989928422?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/7429457912989928422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=7429457912989928422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7429457912989928422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7429457912989928422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/08/california-and-move.html' title='California and The Move'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-7226237455569520399</id><published>2008-08-13T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:55:11.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning Of The End - I Was Right.</title><content type='html'>Quote of the Week: "Ew, he has thick thighs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quote of the week comes from Michele in reference to an actor of whom Abby is quite fond (I don't know why - he is such an uggo). Now that's done - let's get going on the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason I'm here is to let everyone know of the Great Move of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the cliches and sayings apply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great run.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just be friends.&lt;br /&gt;It's me, not you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take this personally but...&lt;br /&gt;You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink.&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah, blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal, the two basics: &lt;br /&gt;1. I'm moving. &lt;br /&gt;2. I'm crap at keeping in touch with people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask anyone who has every live further than the next door over (even that is too far in some cases) - I suck. I don't write and I don't call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The worst part is:&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CARE.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I mean, not really. It's not that we aren't friends and it's not that I don't like/love you anymore. I just suck at correspondence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plea:&lt;br /&gt;That being said, don't give up on me. Yes, I'm moving to a house in southwest provo. Yes, I'll still have my cell. Yes, I hope to see you around. Yes, I hope to see you at the occasional shindig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kicker?:&lt;br /&gt;The Master Plan has totally worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I won't have a computer for awhile so this is most likely one of the last - if not The Last post for a bit. I'll miss you all. Oh, and I'll be in Cali next week. So expect not to hear from me for a long time :) Tchau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Loveable Rage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-7226237455569520399?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/7226237455569520399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=7226237455569520399' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7226237455569520399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7226237455569520399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/08/beginning-of-end-i-was-right.html' title='The Beginning Of The End - I Was Right.'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-502931287652203260</id><published>2008-07-29T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:39:16.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really? I mean, REALLY?</title><content type='html'>DISCLAIMER: Not meant to offend anyone, just need it off my chest. No scathing comments if you have a delicate disposition - just don't read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realize that I haven't updated in a little while - most of that do to the fact that I am in shock over the fact that a significant person in my life (who shall remain nameless for their protection) continues to ask, "Are you a lesbian?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A side note to all lesbian fans: The Wicked Rage doesn't mind the lesbian community - in fact - several of you are my close friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is not the first time this particular person has asked me this question. At least once a year for the past 4 years and various other times throughout my life - Every single time I give them the same answer - No. Well, once I said, "Yes," just to irritate them. (Maybe that wasn't the best response considering? I corrected it shortly after lettting them know I lied).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, if I am not dating someone of the male species then I prefer girls. This is not true and I haven't yet discovered how to really get this through their head. I might not be married or dating - that has to do with me having a sweet spirit and a homely appearance - not a lesbian. Sure I might be the last of all of my friends to get married or have kids - still not a lesbian, not even bi-curious or bisexual for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is person that can't seem to get it straight (pun intended): I like guys, though I did like the taste of her cherry chapstick (Take that!!! They will just be more confused now - I love it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. That's all that I have to say about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-502931287652203260?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/502931287652203260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=502931287652203260' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/502931287652203260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/502931287652203260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/07/really-i-mean-really.html' title='Really? I mean, REALLY?'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-6567136077601803651</id><published>2008-07-14T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:33:44.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Monday</title><content type='html'>Well, I decided to update the ole blog with just some random things that I've done or thought about today. Enjoy! In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hot Shower! The usual shower is all business and takes about 7 minutes. Not today - 45 minutes of steaming hot bliss. Who knew our water heater would hold out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love the totally random video that must have a secret meaning. Why else post it? Let me know if you figure it out. It might just be the most random music video of the 80s (not even close) or I might have been singing it all morning... I mean ALL morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jS2EE65TkPI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jS2EE65TkPI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Celebrites name their kids the weirdest things like Pilot Inspektor or Pirate. It makes me feel like a celebrity knowing that at one time I wanted to name one of my kids Channel. Now that I'm older? Yea, I can see the error of my ways. Channels would be way cooler - plurals are really the way to go now days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sugar Cookies. Need I say more? I decided that I could never be a baker. I love the part where you make the dough. It is at this point that I lose interest - I don't want to have to divide stuff up, put it on some metal and shove it in the oven. Just eat it raw... it's still good, in some cases better than the cooked version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Laundry - Can't it just do itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it - this post has helped me to realize that I need a maid/butler or a servant or a homework midget (READ: little person). They would run hot baths for me, find random fun stuff on youtube for me to watch, name my kids, bake the dough I make, wash up a little laundry and other menial tasks I invent. I'm accepting applications - let me know if you are interested. It can pay well - depends on what you expect to get paid with :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-6567136077601803651?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/6567136077601803651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=6567136077601803651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/6567136077601803651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/6567136077601803651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-monday.html' title='Random Monday'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-868904513174945579</id><published>2008-07-01T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:06:05.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A Good Idea</title><content type='html'>Michele does social experiments that work out and I do food experiments that do not work out. I really think that is the main difference between us. So I woke up this morning in a funk - I had some terribly odd dreams last night after getting to bed at 5 in the morning. So when I woke up today at 11, I was really not in a good place. Solution? Go to the gym. So I decided to eat a quick bowl of cereal before I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was all good until this point. I had two boxes of cereal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thesneeze.com/art/honey/honey0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.thesneeze.com/art/honey/honey0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cheerios.com/images/oc_mg_prod_photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.cheerios.com/images/oc_mg_prod_photo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now - because of visitors last week (who ate all of my cereal, though I said they could) both boxes were very low. How do I solve this? Two half bowls combine to make one? Yes. And I thought maybe this would be okay... Both cereals are fantastic alone. It was a setup meant to be the greatest bowl of cereal of all time!!! I was so wrong. It was a sick combination - Don't ever do it! So there you have it, my nasty breakfast of the morning and a warning not to mix those two cereals - it will make you blow chunks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-868904513174945579?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/868904513174945579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=868904513174945579' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/868904513174945579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/868904513174945579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-good-idea.html' title='Not A Good Idea'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-2271758470634410628</id><published>2008-06-28T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:22:31.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>I've decided in an effort to balance the hate in my life (please refer to my previous post) - I need to blog about the things that I love. At the moment, my blog is not zen - as Michele would say. So I've compiled a list of things that I enjoy about life. None of these things should really be a suprise to anyone, well - yea... on with the show. I reserve the right to not have to explain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thunder - Super heavy rain accompanied by thunder - especially - when I am cuddled up in my warm, cozy bed. I've been known to stay there for hours on end just enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chocolate - Let us ge this out of the way... I love chocolate. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Music - If you know me - you know that I can't live without music and that I enjoy it to the fullest by listening to it as loud as possible. I love the feel of it and pretty much have it on whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My Grandma - she's awesome, if not a little on the old side. When I was kid she would give me bowls of frosting when I was sick, let me help with all of the cooking and she would play with my hair and scratch my back as I fell asleep for my naps. If you have met her (as some have) - you know she is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Playing and Scratching - Creepy sounding? Yes. Please, no one use your imagination (especially you), just let me tell you what I mean. If you look at number 4, you will know.  I love it when someone , plays with my hair. No really, there is nothing that I love more. It is irresistable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Massage - I like getting them more than I like giving them. What more can I say about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Working - I'm a workaholic. Though I enjoy a vacation here and there - if I have too much time off, I start to lose my mind. Though I tend to overcompensate by working all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sleeping - With others or by myself - it is all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Wakeboarding - Though I suck - Never was there a better sport. August cannot come soon enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cherry on top on the total cheesy, suckfest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You - As a reader of my blog and as a friend - I love you. Please - shed tears of joy and sing my praise ... mostly? I just want you to give me stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go! A list of things I love. Now I know why I never blog about that icky happy stuff - it took me forever to get this out. Raging and hating are so much easier - so no worries, your loveable Rage will return shortly. I just need to go and enjoy the Zen of my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-2271758470634410628?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2271758470634410628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=2271758470634410628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2271758470634410628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2271758470634410628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/06/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-427216944385150916</id><published>2008-06-23T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:10:02.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate</title><content type='html'>Now, I know that HATE is a strong word. I was brought up in a household where I was not allowed to utter the word (or shut up, sucks, pissed and all four letter words). I could dislike something but not hate it. Well, as I get older and wiser... mostly just older - I realize that I can hate things, I can hate a lot of things. And as days go even further by my tolerance for certain things becomes less and less and less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This update is brought to you courtesy of my job and all of the craziness that I put up with - even if it is for a good cause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a list of basic things I hate in people (well - myself included):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lying - I mean really? Ugh, nothing irks me more than having someone lie to my face. Oh and omitting the truth - still lying and still pisses me off. Granted sometimes it is necessary to fib a little, somtimes it just can't be helped - but doesn't it eat you up inside? It does me - it sucks to have that tiny cricket telling me what is right and wrong. Damn you Jiminy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hypocrisy - Now, I try not to be hypocritical. And maybe the fact that hypocrisy bothers me so much is hypocritical. But say what you mean, feel and think - don't say something others want to hear or don't want to hear just to do it - or whatever your reason may be. Man up and tell it like it is - it might suck but at least it is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sneakiness - Now, hypocrisy bites me when it comes to being sneaky as well, but I do make a valiant effort not to be sneaky, so that should count for something, right? But honestly - sneakiness? Skirting around the truth and keeping things a secret? You will be found out. And I wait for the day when all of the skeletons in my closet are found. At least I'm trying not to shove too many more in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Disrespect - Respect me and I will respect you. Make me lose that respect for you and it may be a long time coming before you get it back. I expect nothing less of everyone else. This is a hard concept to teach people who just don't care - nevertheless, I soldier on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, got that off of my chest. Woohoo, does that feel good.  Feel free to add to my list - I definately have a more extensive list somewhere... Good times on the ragin' front. Ate mais, peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-427216944385150916?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/427216944385150916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=427216944385150916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/427216944385150916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/427216944385150916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/06/hate.html' title='Hate'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-4002052535125450458</id><published>2008-06-07T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T18:51:51.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish People Would Understand!</title><content type='html'>So here it is - my update when I complain.  There are a few things that I say and I mean, but people don't seem to take it to heart. So here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that people would just understand that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I really do like chocolate and need to eat it all the time. I don't care what you say - I really do crave it at that time of the month :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to listen to loud music. The feel of the bass in the pit of my stomach - So GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't wake up well. I'm not a morning person - leave me alone. If you wake me up I might kill you, especially if you are annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Once my friends start dating someone seriously or become engaged or married - YOU ARE DEAD TO ME!!! There are several of you that this is aimed at - I might still like you and interact with you AND I may or may not enjoy the company of your significant other - You are still dead to me. (someday I will elaborate in a post as to why - it is a long story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm crazy. Deal with it - you chose to be my friend. I didn't force you to hang out with me or whatever. You knew what you were getting into. If you want out or I want out - let it go man, cause it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, do I feel better getting that off of my chest. Any questions, comments or concerns - let me know and I'll clarify. Until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-4002052535125450458?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/4002052535125450458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=4002052535125450458' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/4002052535125450458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/4002052535125450458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wish-people-would-understand.html' title='I Wish People Would Understand!'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-634180478181221823</id><published>2008-05-16T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:56:34.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senile In My Old Age</title><content type='html'>Well, here are a few things that I forgot to post over the last few months. Most are actually from the last few weeks, but uh - who cares? Here are some pictures, some stories - just to get everybody by... being 29 has made me nostalgic. It's going to be a rough year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/SC1HvZcWQCI/AAAAAAAAADA/8vUSvPYwo94/s1600-h/Random+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/SC1HvZcWQCI/AAAAAAAAADA/8vUSvPYwo94/s400/Random+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200892024291999778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have M in all of her blind, post op glory.  I love this picture - notice how here eyes are closed and didn't really know what was going on... Classy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?  Let's see... Oh, for the past 2 week there has been a condom sitting in our living room. I guess you could say it is mine - I got it at work from a concerned friend... The convo went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I have a present for you!"&lt;br /&gt;"Awesome, let me have it!"&lt;br /&gt; - reaches into purse and palms something and handshakes it to me so the girls (at work) won't see - &lt;br /&gt;"What???"  (Hysterical laughter ensues)&lt;br /&gt;"I just want you to be safe."&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then it has proceeded to sit on our livingroom floor, it is still there. Well, it did go into my pocket when the home teachers came over - that would just have been awkward. Now that it has been so long, I can't seem to get rid of it! Just gonna save it for a rainy day... too bad it's almost summer and not much rain for the next little while. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/SC1KK5cWQEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MvlRFooIRaM/s1600-h/Random+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/SC1KK5cWQEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MvlRFooIRaM/s320/Random+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200894695761657922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gloriously tan me (yea, that's me tan) after vacation last year... ah, the good old days of the delta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all that I can think of... it is 3 in the morning. So far 29 has been pretty chill. Slept in, got my hair cut, went to lunch... lunch was so good, by the way. Gloria's - little Italian place. A fantastic nap in the late afternoon, probably why I'm still awake.  And topped off with a little movie, House of Wax. Which - suprise, suprise - sicked me out and made me afraid for my life, I'm a pansy. I just don't ever want to have my achilles tendons cut so that I can't run away, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So peeps, thanks for all of the shout outs for my birthday. They were much appreciated even if they did start at the ungodly hour of 8am.  Let's make 29 the best year ever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-634180478181221823?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/634180478181221823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=634180478181221823' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/634180478181221823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/634180478181221823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/05/senile-in-my-old-age.html' title='Senile In My Old Age'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/SC1HvZcWQCI/AAAAAAAAADA/8vUSvPYwo94/s72-c/Random+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-6370717089511437224</id><published>2008-05-12T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:01:20.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Realization</title><content type='html'>So I mentioned &lt;a href="http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/04/swedish-fish.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; that I have no self control. That problem has been brought to the fore front of my life once more! Here is a taste of some of the things I can't resist for the life of me (note: I realize most of these are sugar based):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Swedish Fish&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Working 1 Million Hours&lt;br /&gt;Deadliest Catch (Episodes, Marathons, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Making Michele Uncomfortable (It is like vomit, I can't stop it!)&lt;br /&gt;Being Inappropriately Inappropriate&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Loud Music (I can't stop - it's just not the same quiet)&lt;br /&gt;Apples&lt;br /&gt;Frosting&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Total Whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said... there are a lot of things that I left off - for my sanity and others, but I feel that you get the general idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are thinking - "No self control? Maybe she just really likes these things."  It's true and that's what I thought at first and I may just like swedish fish and apples a lot. All of the others on the list I really can't help.  For me to resist takes every fiber of my being. Some days I'm so exhausted from resisting - my obsessive, cyclical thinking just takes it out of me.  That's where the problems come in and I decide it's easier to just give in - So I do! Then I make poor choices in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you want to help me out... stop me when I'm getting crazy. Or on the other hand, maybe you want to see me crazy.  It is entertaining when I get carried away and maybe you get some sick joy out of the crash and burn of others. So be it! This is what I decided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my lack of self control or discipline.  It's fun! So I destroy my life and all things good in the world (like I have that power, phhhst!) at least I had a good time on the way out. That, my friends, was my realization at 4 am yesterday morning while I was throwing up and I've never been better or crazier! Okay, I've been crazier... but now I'm just rambling :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-6370717089511437224?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/6370717089511437224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=6370717089511437224' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/6370717089511437224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/6370717089511437224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-realization.html' title='A New Realization'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-2919647297166040278</id><published>2008-04-28T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:22:22.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Questions (aka Bearing My Soul Without Actually Bearing My Soul)</title><content type='html'>I stole this idea from a friend. We are similar in that we don't answer questions that we don't want to - so as not to lie. I try not to ever lie - with that comes a lot of avoidance. So, for your viewing pleasure... Here are the answers to various questions over the last month or so that I didn't answer because of one of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I didn't want to - You didn't need to know&lt;br /&gt;2. I was uncomfortable - You were uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;3. It would have been awkward&lt;br /&gt;4. I didn't care&lt;br /&gt;5. It benefited me in some way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the answers (and only the answers) to those questions in no particular order. These are the honest things I would have said - not cryptic at all though they may seem that way. I decided not to put the questions in - for various reasons (mostly to protect me and others plus I'm not ready for that much bearing of the soul). So without further ado - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes, yes and yes. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;2. Not NA or AA, but that other one - that's me.&lt;br /&gt;3. No and this could totally be something!&lt;br /&gt;4. Honestly? It really won't happen like that - or at all.&lt;br /&gt;5. Like is such a strong word.&lt;br /&gt;6. Freaked out of my mind!&lt;br /&gt;7. I probably could and should, but don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;8. I've done almost everything... not quite all, but almost.&lt;br /&gt;9. I wish it wasn't like this at all.&lt;br /&gt;10. I couldn't care any less...&lt;br /&gt;11. I wish... that you would just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;12. You have no F-ing idea how much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. More clues to my sordid past. That is all that I can think of -So surmise from that what you will. If you think that you've found an answer in there - congratulations. If not, then you probably shouldn't ask because I probably won't answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who knows - I might be in a giving mood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-2919647297166040278?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2919647297166040278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=2919647297166040278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2919647297166040278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2919647297166040278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/04/questions-aka-bearing-my-soul-without.html' title='The Questions (aka Bearing My Soul Without Actually Bearing My Soul)'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-6421128611217188842</id><published>2008-04-24T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:42:13.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to let you all know that something has finally worked out in my life. It is such a rare occasion that it had to be blogged about. For the last about five years of my life I have been busy working job after job, interspersed with some schooling and more often than not working two jobs at once. Well, I will finally (at least for the summer until a new ski season starts) be working one single job! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll still be at the treatment center - just getting paid more and having way better hours!  How much better you ask? I won't have to get up at 5:30am any more and if you know me then you are aware that I am not a morning person, so this is a very good thing. I also will have at least two days off a week! 2 whole days! Every week! This hasn't happened since 5 years ago... I could almost cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the spa in Park City to let them know that I would be leaving for the summer. It is totally slow in the summer - I wouldn't make much money anyway. So this Saturday will be my last day up there for the summer.  I plan to give up one of those precious days off in the winter to pick up a couple of shifts and make some extra benjamins once it snows again (heaven forbid)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the new position comes with tons more responsibility which scares me shizless at the moment.  I think scared beyond all reason about covers it. But I think that it will be so good. Sorry not the most exciting post, it's no swedish fish - but I needed to put it out there! Finally :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-6421128611217188842?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/6421128611217188842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=6421128611217188842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/6421128611217188842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/6421128611217188842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-3014764743559473899</id><published>2008-04-22T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:46:43.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swedish Fish</title><content type='html'>So... my newest obsession in life - Swedish Fish. I know, they are that good. Sweet, little, tender morsels of red 5, sugary goodness.  You can't eat just one.  Trust me and that huge bag that just sits there and calls your name... Impossible to resist. Now, I think we already know that I have no self control when it comes to sugar (Among other things -Seriously none, no self control at all - wink, wink - that's for Joe). I'm a whore for sugar (among other things) and I just want them (among other things). So there it is... my obsessive post of the day. Go buy some and bask in the sugar coma glory that is Swedish Fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/55/108228538_32d6249283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/108228538_32d6249283.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-3014764743559473899?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/3014764743559473899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=3014764743559473899' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/3014764743559473899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/3014764743559473899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/04/swedish-fish.html' title='Swedish Fish'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-5533534396601048201</id><published>2008-04-17T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:14:23.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nervous Breakdown</title><content type='html'>Here is a heart felt apology... I'm sorry.  The great nervous breakdown of 2008 has finally taken place and I am slowly recovering. It has been building for quite a few months now and finding out that my boss who does interviews was out of town - the straw that broke the elephants back.  It was brought on by a number of things in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;bills&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;money&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND Lastly (but certainly number one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor choices that I make on a daily basis that affect every aspect of my life that is the biggest one of all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those of you that didn't know about the breakdown, it is because the Master Plan is working. So to all who had to suffer the wrath, the bitterness or psychoticness of the Rage, I'm sorry. You should be safe for a couple of months - after this week and next week are over :) By that point the work problem should be taken care of... hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-5533534396601048201?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/5533534396601048201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=5533534396601048201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/5533534396601048201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/5533534396601048201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/04/nervous-breakdown.html' title='The Nervous Breakdown'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-5599622098663281459</id><published>2008-04-16T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:06:20.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Moments From My Life and Master Plan Update</title><content type='html'>I don't really have much to blog about today, but I thought that I would share with you some random snipets from my day and give a quick update of the Master Plan... enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a stroke! Or maybe I have Bells Palsy.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a stripper name - How about Mya Morefolk?&lt;br /&gt;I need a drink...&lt;br /&gt;Did you just hug me and pinch my a$$?&lt;br /&gt;She's getting her "eyebrows" waxed.&lt;br /&gt;You can play Snape, I'm going to be rich.&lt;br /&gt;Are you pregnant or just getting fat?&lt;br /&gt;Really? Jedi Training? You can really do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Plan&lt;br /&gt;So the master plan is going well. Better than I thought it would be at such an early stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sucessfully alienated 3 major players! Only 2 to go. To the minor players: If I haven't talked to you in more than a few days - consider yourself out and checked off the list. I'm sure it was fun while it lasted, don't ever change... blah, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to change my name and am currently taking suggestions. For some reason I think a stripper name is in order. No, I will not tell you which name I choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've narrowed down the places I want to move, so that decision is very close to being made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become more and more jaded as the days go on, which is fun. It is time for the full effect Master Plan. So watch out! No more Ms. Nice Guy. Not that I ever was very nice, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it! Bitter and spiteful to the end... The Rage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-5599622098663281459?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/5599622098663281459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=5599622098663281459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/5599622098663281459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/5599622098663281459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-moments-from-my-life-and-master.html' title='Random Moments From My Life and Master Plan Update'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-1798537754204188703</id><published>2008-04-15T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:16:42.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night I Was Molested by Emo Teenagers...</title><content type='html'>It's true, I was molested and shoved and smashed all by a bunch of emo-tastic teenagers.  It was the greatest night!&lt;br /&gt;Drive By, Billy Talent and of course My Chemical Romance all rocked my world. Seriously, it was so fantastic! Hands down - one of the best concerts that I have been to and I've been to my fair share. I was completely entertained - so entertained that I barely noticed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the ugly couple in front of me - they deserve each other - they were jerks&lt;br /&gt;2. the guy with sweat soaked long hair that he kept whipping around&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;3. the kid who kept pinching my arm and left a few nice bruises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned so much more, but it was all worth it. I would do it all over again in a heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, parking cost five dollars. Modern day miracle: Abs and I were able to scrape 5 dollars together! We had one 1 dollar bill and lots of quarters, dimes and nickels :) I amaze myself with all the crap I carry around... until next time peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-1798537754204188703?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/1798537754204188703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=1798537754204188703' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/1798537754204188703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/1798537754204188703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/04/night-i-was-molested-by-emo-teenagers.html' title='The Night I Was Molested by Emo Teenagers...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-6038132149502466815</id><published>2008-04-09T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:03:46.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Again... And I Didn't Have to Work Today</title><content type='html'>Being bored has never benefited a blog so much as mine. Another post!!! So I thought I would do another Info On Me post because they are fun. This one comes courtesy of my baby sister.  My favorite part is the end when I have to divulge what I find attractive in the opposite sex... trust me, good times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Linell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: May 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Castro Valley, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Provo, Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Brown with some green and red, they are so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Currently Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed: Right - depends what I'm doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: Italian, German, Portuguese, Scandinavian and quite a few others I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today: My DCs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness: Rosie Cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: Bees and Someone hiding in the back seat of my car - you know, the man with the hook hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:Pineapple and Black Olive - discovered it in high school and I'm never going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: I can only think of dirty things... Hey, that's a good goal - get my mind out of the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up: Where is that damn snooze button? Seriously, every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Physical Feature: Um...really? Sat here for like 5 min. Apparently I have no self-esteem today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: One-ish on a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke, always coke unless there is Mt. Dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King: MacDonalds, but not for a few years now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: Neither, no dating for this broad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Sick me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Swear: Unfortunately - quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Sing: Yes, but I hate for people to know that I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Shower Daily: Yes, if not twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you Been in Love: Crushingly, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to College: Been there, done that. I still need to go back and do more. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get Married: Not sure, at the moment No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belive in yourself: Sure, at least some of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness: Are you kidding me? Cloverfield almost did me in, I missed like 45 minutes because I had to close my eyes so I wouldn't ralph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Health Freak: NO! Hell No!!! I mean, No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your Parents: Yes, being in a different state is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms: Love them, Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: Umm, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Smoked: No, sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs: Uh, does Aleve count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi: NO, and I never ever will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage: No, no talents here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped: Uh, let's not talk about it. I think you have to date to get dumped, so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything: Michele's identity? Non-biological twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Drunk: Um, not intentionally? How drunk is drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been called a Tease: Yes, yes and yes again. And a number of other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Beaten up: I had a chair thrown at me. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Shoplifted: Don't think so, I bet I stole candy when I was kid... seems like something I would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to Die: In my sleep of old age, very painless - please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Independently Wealthy (I know, foolish dreams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to Visit: Brasil, Italy, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a significant other... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Eye Color: Who cares? (please read next line in sing-songy voice) As long as they are beautiful (sigh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Hair Color: Brown or Black or None (wink, wink - you know who you are). Please no Blondes or Gingers need apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: To all men from a massage therapist's point of view (and also my personal stance) Please shave your chest, back and any other pertinent body parts. My hands do not need to be tangled in your body hair. Ewwww! (Sickos - please get your minds out of the gutter... actually, stay, I need the company).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Clothing Style: None? Naked? Is that a style? Something laid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should he drink or smoke: Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the first thing you look at in a boy: Honestly? Eyes, lips then Forearms ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Piercings: Oooooo, lip please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Tattoos: Don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many relationships can they have been in: Beggars can't be choosers. Just don't be a whore. I'm such a hypocrite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it - More juicy details of my non-life. Infer from it what you will because if you know me... that's probably what I meant :)  Happy Blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-6038132149502466815?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/6038132149502466815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=6038132149502466815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/6038132149502466815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/6038132149502466815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/04/bored-again-and-i-didnt-have-to-work.html' title='Bored Again... And I Didn&apos;t Have to Work Today'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-7438586942608782235</id><published>2008-04-07T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:05:41.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bet</title><content type='html'>I know what you are thinking... another post?  Already?  That's right.  Well, I was chatting with Michele last night and we rehashed The Bet.  What bet you ask? That's why I'm blogging again - to let you all know and let you get in on the action because I want to be rich some day!  The Bet goes something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get married before I'm 35 - I owe Michele $500.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get married before 35 (I'm thinking never) - Michele owes me $500.&lt;br /&gt;Being engaged doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Any takers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some helpful information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 100% positive I am NEVER getting married and I'm okay with that for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michele is,I'm going to say, 100% positive that I AM getting married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More facts to help you determine the odds (and realize that I'm right):&lt;br /&gt;I don't date&lt;br /&gt;I work all of the time&lt;br /&gt;I shot down the kid at work that tried to kiss me VERY recently (that's another story)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pessimist to the bone&lt;br /&gt;I'm prickly and unloveable or so I've been told&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  I will take bet confirmations in the comments section of my blog.  There is a $500 dollar minimum and $1000 max. I'm excited to see my fortune start to roll in :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need any additional information - let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Another thing to add to the list - a little help from Michele.  And I quote, "You are dumb, dumb as a box of rocks." Thanks Michele, I am that much closer to winning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-7438586942608782235?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/7438586942608782235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=7438586942608782235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7438586942608782235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7438586942608782235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/04/bet.html' title='The Bet'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-6559481802988664339</id><published>2008-04-06T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:07:16.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Throat Singing</title><content type='html'>These videos are weird, crazy and amazing.  You have to watch it! The high pitched flute sounds that you hear are their voices!!! Seriously, I was mind freaked. It is no joke.  It is a real thing called Throat Singing and apparently they do it alot in Mongolia.  The second video breaks it down for you.  Thanks to the Beardocrat for bringing this into my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6vkejOp9wOc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6vkejOp9wOc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NOsGvs1FZDs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NOsGvs1FZDs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-6559481802988664339?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/6559481802988664339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=6559481802988664339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/6559481802988664339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/6559481802988664339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/04/throat-singing.html' title='Throat Singing'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-318393036213189585</id><published>2008-04-02T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:16:15.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottom of the Barrel</title><content type='html'>That's where I'm scraping along - the bottom. The good news? I can only go up from here. So in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gesture&lt;/span&gt; of good faith... a list of good things in my life (No, the Master Plan has not been abandoned).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The X&lt;/span&gt; - the fact that Alex is still running brings insurmountable joy into my life.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My ability to Change Jobs&lt;/span&gt; - That's right, I'm on the move again.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Young Riders&lt;/span&gt; - Pretty much says it all.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Scary Movies that aren't that scary&lt;/span&gt; - I enjoy being frightened beyond all reason, I just don't handle it well. Some scary movies are just lame, but provide pleasant dreams of Asher. Sickos - get your minds out of the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Dreams&lt;/span&gt; - I have CRAZY dreams almost every night filled with celebrities, mythical creatures and more often than not MURDER. I want your blood all over me - so creepy.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt; - my best friend. Sorry to all other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BFFs&lt;/span&gt; who were just offended.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Snow melts&lt;/span&gt; - If you know me then you know I'm happiest when snow is gone.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wakeboarding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Summer vacation anyone?&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt; - Keeps me sane... no seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And last but certainly not least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt; - My favorite hobby, I'm pretty good at it - especially with others (wink, wink) Plus it keeps the rage down to a quiet roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P.S. In a moment of rage - I would like everyone to know that trying to prove or convince me that reality is not as it is... pisses me off. Please take note - Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tchau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Amorzinhos&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Rage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-318393036213189585?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/318393036213189585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=318393036213189585' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/318393036213189585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/318393036213189585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/04/bottom-of-barrel.html' title='Bottom of the Barrel'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-5391806025443052714</id><published>2008-03-21T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:19:03.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Master Plan</title><content type='html'>Hi, your friendly pessimist (biggest pessimist ever according to several sources) here to make you realize that your life doesn't suck!  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was talking with one of my co-workers about my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Master Plan&lt;/span&gt; and they thought that it would be a good idea to just put it out there.  Since the plan is already in motion and several people already know about it (and being the pushover that I am), I agreed and here it is.&lt;br /&gt;So, my&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Master Plan&lt;/span&gt; is to start a completely new life.  Totally from scratch (of course, using money saved in my old useless life) and become an entirely new person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Phase 1: Search and Destroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start out the plan I am trying to alientate all those relationships that I hold near and dear to my heart.  Politicchic is fighting it, but my family really stepped up to plate by not calling for a month.  So those of you out there that are trying to hold back the sabotage, stop it!  You are keeping me from my destiny! You all know who you are... if you don't think that you are one of these people then my job is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Phase 2: Location&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... after the destruction of all relationships (because that is what will happen in the end anyway, you know it is true and I will elaborate in a later update) I move.  I'm planning on some place obscure, maybe another country.  If you haven't caught on yet, my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Master Plan&lt;/span&gt; gets a little fuzzy at this point.  Only because in my new life I will be spontaneous and optimistic, two things at which I am not very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Phase 3: Move On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this phase I get a new job, a new place to live and become the new and improved Rage.  Too bad that y'all won't be there to see it cuz it's gonna be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie, phase 2 is a lot of fun and sometimes I skip phase 1 (not fun) - looking for a new place to live can kill hours!  Well, there are obviously a few minor details to work out.  But other than that I think that it's pretty good considering I've only been working on it for a few weeks.  If you see any major issues let me know so that I can get the kinks out, I couldn't do this without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-5391806025443052714?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/5391806025443052714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=5391806025443052714' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/5391806025443052714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/5391806025443052714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/03/master-plan.html' title='The Master Plan'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-562911083496524357</id><published>2008-02-24T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:25:49.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever?</title><content type='html'>So, I was taking a look back at my life and it made me curious about a few things. Not resentful or disappointed, just curious if any you had ever done any of the things I had... hopefully my mother never reads this :) Confessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever decided it might be a good idea to push your car on the freeway just to see how far you could make it not because it was broken down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made out in a church? If you know the story, well - good for you.  If not, then you will never hear it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your friends boyfriend tell you that he wished he had met you first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hid a gun in your locker for a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched Cloak and Dagger twice a day for two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been stranded in Utah when you lived in Idaho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something scandalous, but didn't care and secured your place in hell? I'll let you use your imagination on that one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever driven into oncoming traffic? On accident of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made you sister think that she was invisible unless she was touching the top of your head?  She was four, I was sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lied, I mean just lied through your teeth and that person still doesn't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sure there are other things that I've done and continued to do.  But here is a small glimpse into my semi, mildly sordid past, other confessions will remain secrets until I die.  I can be a locked vault too. Tchau...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-562911083496524357?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/562911083496524357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=562911083496524357' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/562911083496524357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/562911083496524357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/02/have-you-ever.html' title='Have You Ever?'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-60028620141236592</id><published>2008-02-06T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:08:46.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debbie Downer</title><content type='html'>That's who I am today.  It's probably because I'm too tired to function, but today was just more than one person should have to handle.  And for no particular reason this day sucked.  It was just one of those days, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the those days when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone around you is driving too slow or like a total idiot.&lt;br /&gt;2. Just the sound of a certain persons voice is enough to make your blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;3. It snowed.&lt;br /&gt;4. Other people show up to work late.&lt;br /&gt;5. It's so cold outside at night that you can't sleep because you can't stop shivering no matter how many blankets or the amount of clothing you are wearing.&lt;br /&gt;6. You are so tired you can't even think straight.&lt;br /&gt;7. You want to eat all of the chocolate in the world, but can't for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;8. You are pretty sure that everyone hates you - even though they probably don't.&lt;br /&gt;9. You just want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;10. Being an adult is too hard.&lt;br /&gt;11. Your socks keep bunching up in your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;12. When there is not enough time alone, people are always around you.&lt;br /&gt;13. Going to bed should be the first thing you did when you got up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. The Debbie Downer moment of the day - straight from my day to yours - ENJOY and go back to bed.  Trust me, you'll be doing yourself a favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your truly pessimistic Wicked Rage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-60028620141236592?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/60028620141236592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=60028620141236592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/60028620141236592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/60028620141236592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/02/debbie-downer.html' title='Debbie Downer'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-2212162989001327798</id><published>2008-01-02T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T20:46:43.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raging'/><title type='text'>Screwed! No Tripod Necessary.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those days when you just feel like nothing more could go wrong? That was today for me. Then the card company calls to let you know your online payment you set up (pretty darn sure I did - Dec. 03, 2007) didn't go through. Your account is now overdue like a million dollar library book that you never gave back. Then you realize that you can't afford it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady that called me was a total beast. I wanted to tell her off! Just the other day I was thinking that I hadn't raged in a really long time and how well I was doing. Forget that, the second that I hung up the phone - I let the rage flow, it is amazing I made the drive home without killing someone. I am so pissed! I've never bounced a check and don't plan on starting now. Except I totally am going to bounce one now. And I'm super duper screwed. F. Ahhh, kill me now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-2212162989001327798?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2212162989001327798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=2212162989001327798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2212162989001327798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2212162989001327798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2008/01/screwed-no-tripod-necessary.html' title='Screwed! No Tripod Necessary.'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-8998206380438282021</id><published>2007-12-07T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:20:26.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/R1niUYp48-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/aHf4b8SdX1E/s1600-h/Taylor%27s+and+Jim+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141389289463542754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/R1niUYp48-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/aHf4b8SdX1E/s200/Taylor%27s+and+Jim+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/R1niFIp489I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7Sp3PFutikY/s1600-h/Taylor%27s+and+Jim+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141389027470537682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/R1niFIp489I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7Sp3PFutikY/s200/Taylor%27s+and+Jim+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently returned from the greatest, stress free wedding of all time. My sister, the blushing bride, was relaxed and beautiful all the day long. The wedding was filled with family, good food and fun! What more could you ask for? Here are a few pics... (and all incredibly professional)  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/R1nhu4p488I/AAAAAAAAAAk/jSuwm_nP-zg/s1600-h/Taylor%27s+and+Jim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/R1nhu4p488I/AAAAAAAAAAk/jSuwm_nP-zg/s1600-h/Taylor%27s+and+Jim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141388645218448322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/R1nhu4p488I/AAAAAAAAAAk/jSuwm_nP-zg/s200/Taylor%27s+and+Jim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141388232901587890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/R1nhW4p487I/AAAAAAAAAAc/sNXbb2qiYQc/s320/Taylor%27s+and+Jim+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-8998206380438282021?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/8998206380438282021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=8998206380438282021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/8998206380438282021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/8998206380438282021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2007/12/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/R1niUYp48-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/aHf4b8SdX1E/s72-c/Taylor%27s+and+Jim+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-622624144182665401</id><published>2007-10-18T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:13:44.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Some Time</title><content type='html'>I noticed that it has been quite some time since I've posted anything and I'm sure that has disappointed my true fans.  Right... well, a letter came in from a friend (who will remain anonymous) that I tell you a lot about myself that you don't know.  Her suggestion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Find out what all y'all already know about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that all of my eccentricities pop to mind first and foremost.  My incredible fear of bees, my love of chocolate and potatoes (if you know of a recipe that combines those let me know), massage, blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put it to you.  Leave me a little comment and tell me a funny or embarrassing or amazingly fantastic story about me!  I trust you not to be mean, I don't think that my achy breaky heart could take it.  If it is a good story I will expound upon it in a future post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-622624144182665401?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/622624144182665401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=622624144182665401' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/622624144182665401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/622624144182665401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-some-time.html' title='It&apos;s Been Some Time'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-4789498741737770419</id><published>2007-09-14T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:51:58.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 50</title><content type='html'>So, we did a celebration when I was down 20 pounds, now it is time for the big celebration of 50 pounds. So here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your best friends name?&lt;br /&gt;Laurel Brennan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color underwear/boxers wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;White :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Blaqk Audio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Whats your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Frozen Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayon what color would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Slate Blue - match my winning personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How is the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;Rainy and hot = disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was the last person you talked 2 on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;My Boss from the job I quit 3 days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Eyes or forearms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have a significant other?&lt;br /&gt;Of course not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;The Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Siblings?&lt;br /&gt;3 younger fantastic sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Height?&lt;br /&gt;5' 4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Hair color?&lt;br /&gt;Right Now? Dark Blond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Eye Color?&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm blind as a bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Month?&lt;br /&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever cried for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever? When have I not would be a better question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Reign of Fire - it was on TV, so it had to be watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite Day of the Year?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you too shy to ask someone out?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, shy and I'm a big pansy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Can you do a headstand (not using the wall)?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, let me try...surprising, YES! But it kinda hurt and now i have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Hugs or Kisses?&lt;br /&gt;A little of both, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Chocolate or Vanilla?&lt;br /&gt;A little of both, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you want your friends to respond to this?&lt;br /&gt;What do you respond to? yes, yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who is most likely to respond?&lt;br /&gt;Freakishly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who is least likely to respond?&lt;br /&gt;Kitty Kat 5000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What books are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;The Historian, Wheel of Time, Life of Pi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Piercings?&lt;br /&gt;7 - in the ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite movies?&lt;br /&gt;If you've seen the collection, you know I couldn't pick just one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite football Team?&lt;br /&gt;Football? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. what were u doing before this?&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;Butter and Salt, mmm fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Dogs or cats?&lt;br /&gt;Dogs!!! Mya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;Gerber Daisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;What? No, not me! Except speeding, I was caught once doing that, but never since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you have a best friend of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Not right now, kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Have you ever loved someone?&lt;br /&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Who would you like to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;Freakishly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you still friends with people from kindergarten?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Have you ever fired a gun?&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't kill bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you like to travel by plane?&lt;br /&gt;Love it, but no turbulence, it makes me throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Right-handed or Left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;br /&gt;Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;Not immensely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you have a Tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;No, but the snowflake with flames around it bursting out of my back will be coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Anybody on myspace that you'd go on a date with?&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, no. Well, famous people - especially the love of my life (wink, wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. 50 odd questions about things you never wanted to know about me. Glad I could make your day. The next celebration won't be until I hit the 70 pound mark - Don't hold your breath! It might take longer than expected - but expect it. Tchau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-4789498741737770419?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/4789498741737770419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=4789498741737770419' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/4789498741737770419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/4789498741737770419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2007/09/thef-50.html' title='The 50'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-2126285956901803592</id><published>2007-09-06T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T13:12:44.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel Thought - The Giant Strawberry</title><content type='html'>So, as requested by two of my favorite and most beloved cohorts - Rachel Thought #2: The Giant Strawberry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thought is somewhat different from the racing thought.  By different I mean that maybe I shouldn't share it because it will make me sound like a total nutter.  BUT that has never stopped me before and everyone I care about already knows I'm crazy.  So no harm done in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries are a fabulous fruit.  I love when they are in season and often can eat many (and by many I mean thousands, just to clear that up) in just a single sitting.  I also enjoy strawberry flavored foods - gum, kool-aid-ish drinks, pie, frosting - I digress, but rest assured that the list goes on.  One of my favorite strawberry flavored items are fruit snacks.&lt;br /&gt;A short while back I purchased a box of fruit snacks from my favorite store (the symbol of which is a large red bullseye) and proceeded to enjoy each individual pouch of fake strawberry heaven.  One day it was rather warm, as it tends to be during summer, and I found when I ripped open the white plastic packaging that the gelatiny goodness had melted just enough to form one large mildly gooey strawberry flavored mass.  Lucky for me, it was melted just to a point that I could still pull each individual little strawberry off of the mass.  I was mesmerized and was sure that I was eating the greatest thing EVER!  And then my mind went here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Michelita was so kind as to tell me that I was certifiably insane and looked at me like I had grown horns like only the true mormons do after sharing this with her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that it would be amazingly cool if there REAL giant strawberries.  Hmm, hold your hands up in front of you about the size of a soccer ball - Now turn the soccer ball into a giant strawberry and there you have it.  That is what I imagine and more.  More you say? Yes.  I think that it would be amazing if you could pull off little individual strawberries (normal size, I guess you cold say) from the giant one.  Little ones like the strawberry fruit snacks I was able to pull off large melted mass.  Think of the possibilties!  I can't really think of any fabulous possibilites, maybe you can, but it would still be so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  Rachel's Giant Strawberry thought.  It is still one of my more mild ideas, I just don't think that world is ready for the rest of what my genius mind cooks up.  But the Giant Strawberry will be one of my greatest achievements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-2126285956901803592?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2126285956901803592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=2126285956901803592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2126285956901803592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/2126285956901803592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2007/09/rachel-thought-giant-strawberry.html' title='Rachel Thought - The Giant Strawberry'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-1155696813502022976</id><published>2007-09-03T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:03:18.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rachel Thought - And Still I Race Alone</title><content type='html'>A Rachel Thought for those that don't know (I'm sure you are few and far between) is a thought that is crazy, nonsensical and in many cases should never be shared with the general public.  I have many of these a day, they keep things interesting.  Here is todays thought:  I race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving home from the gym the other night, I decided a race was in order.  That's right, a race.  So I sized up the truck next to me - a big Dodge something or other - and decided that I could totally take them.  So I did.  The light turned green, I was off and running!  Then, I WON!!!  It was a thrilling victory - who knew my Xterra had it in him.  If only the truck had known were racing - it would have made the victory that much sweeter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I was driving home from work today, I won race after race.  I mean, I was truly amazing.  That's when it hit me - I race in every single thing that I do, but the person I'm racing never seems to know.  I race people in my car, walking down the sidewalk, shopping in the grocery store and it is all unknown to the people around me.  The unsuspecting participants and eventual losers in my little entertainment of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened.  I was ready for a race.  I once again sized up the Hummer next to me and decided it was worth a shot.  I mean, it's not like they knew they were racing, right? Wrong.  Somehow I became the unsuspecting victim in the race.  The light changed - I was off and so was the Hummer and they took me (sorry big X) in .02 seconds flat.  At that -  I thought it was all over.  Luckily in a suprising turn of events - the Hummer was cut off by a blue corolla (no really, it was - shout out to The Nun!).  I flew past the Hummer, immediately called the race in my mind and against infintisimal odds - won.  All was right in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I've decided to use more discretion in my races.  Keep them to myself, no racing in Provo - everyone already drives like maniacs, why add to it?  And most importantly - race to win.  So that's it my crazy, mixed-up blog of the day. No coherent thought neccessary. If ya'll are real good I'll share the Rachel Thought about the Giant Strawberry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-1155696813502022976?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/1155696813502022976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=1155696813502022976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/1155696813502022976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/1155696813502022976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2007/09/rachel-thought-and-still-i-race-alone.html' title='A Rachel Thought - And Still I Race Alone'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-482565049332864878</id><published>2007-07-01T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T18:37:01.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Thinking</title><content type='html'>Here I sit, I'll give you just one guess as to where I might be and then one more as for why I am bored out of my mind. Yes! Whatever you are thinking you are so very right! Well, I was just thinking about summer and my total inability to enjoy it - I know this comes as a shock! I love summer and yet my life and schedual hardly allow for a lot of play time. Here are a few things that I wish I was doing and hopefully in a few weeks will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wakeboarding&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; Working&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting a tan in some real sun (I am as white as them come right now)&lt;br /&gt;4. Eating food that I didn't prepare for myself, I can't cook (I can bake though)&lt;br /&gt;5. Listening to music that is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;calm and soothing&lt;/span&gt; making me want to take a walk of the nearest roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I don't ask for a lot, just a little fun in the sun. August can't come fast enough... I'm sure that you agree! California here I come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-482565049332864878?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/482565049332864878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=482565049332864878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/482565049332864878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/482565049332864878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-thinking.html' title='Just Thinking'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-1837941238961495894</id><published>2007-06-03T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:09:12.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 20</title><content type='html'>So, in honor of the first 20 pounds that I've lost... that's right - last week Steve made it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt;.  The first twenty are gone and now it is only a matter of another 200 or 300 to go (or something like that).  So as I was saying - In honor of losing the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; 20 - here are 20 things that you probably don't know about me! Probably... but I make no promises... especially to those who know me well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate to be woken up in the morning. There is a reason I am called The Rage. Most people have a tendency to try to keep their distance in the morning hours or just hit me with a golf club (thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;) to get me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I no longer have an appendix ... since I was fourteen. Apparently I didn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am terrified of bees.  Not just scared, but out of my mind insane if there is one near me or if there is something resembling a bee.  Flies scare me until I am able to determine it is a fly and not a bee.  Irrational? Yes.  Do I care? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm irrational.  Just ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Michelita&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My room is trashed.  And by trashed I mean every article of clothing I own is not in it's place, but on my floor and bed.  No worries... I'm on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have an unhealthy LOVE of the band &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AFI&lt;/span&gt;.  No really, it can be scary my level of obsession.  For some reason I can't help it and it has been years in the making and not leaving any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Vampires.  Love them.  Dream of them. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I love music and can't live without it, no I would die without it.  I own millions of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt; and the collection is ever growing by leaps and bounds every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I sunburn easily.  Once I'm tan I'm good for months, but those first rays of sun (after a long, cold winter) are death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. California will always be home no matter where I live or for how long I'm away.  I may have lived in Utah for 5 years, but I still head home for a week every summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wakeboarding&lt;/span&gt;!  I suck and manage to hurt myself with almost every run, but still the most amazing sport ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I've played the piano since I was 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Cloak and Dagger was one of my favorite movies as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Most people have never seen me without make-up on.  Trust me - you don't want too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Francyst&lt;/span&gt;. He lives in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wrist&lt;/span&gt;.  Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Orange is one of my favorite colors.  I own orange pants, towels, shoes, back pack, shirts, scissors, nail polish, etc. I wanted an orange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;xterra&lt;/span&gt;, but settled for blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Deadliest Catch.  Never seen it? Shame on you.  Andrew I will be there shortly for the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I have a Darth Vader sleeping bag.  When I was a kid I had a Care Bears sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Mashed Potatoes.  If there was one thing I had to eat for the rest of my life it would be mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  Another riveting list of useless facts about me!  Enjoy!  I promise another 20 with the next 20.  I know, try and contain your excitement!  Kisses - until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-1837941238961495894?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/1837941238961495894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=1837941238961495894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/1837941238961495894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/1837941238961495894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2007/06/20.html' title='The 20'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-7817326691768830101</id><published>2007-05-23T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:53:35.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Been Up To</title><content type='html'>Due to popular demand (and I'm sure you know who you are) I am posting about nothing. That is what my life consists of consistently. So here it is... A little blurb just to get those die hard fans through until my life takes a sudden turn for the exciting. My Birthday. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068015869631620482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/RlU1lPlvZYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dXvpmEQl_sg/s200/05_24_0.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A nasty little picture of me blowing out my candles.  Thankfully we didn't have 28 or I think the house would have burned down.  Michele made a fabulous yellow cake with mounds of chocolate frosting.  That's Michele, me and Dan in the picture.  We went out to dinner before hand.  Good times.  Until next time kids...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-7817326691768830101?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/7817326691768830101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=7817326691768830101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7817326691768830101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7817326691768830101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='What I&apos;ve Been Up To'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/RlU1lPlvZYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dXvpmEQl_sg/s72-c/05_24_0.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-8963874187912146408</id><published>2007-04-07T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T12:16:56.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know</title><content type='html'>I know that it's been a long time since I have last updated. I'm not really that sorry about it. I just haven't had the time or internet access (for that matter). There are not apologies here and you can put your sorries in a sack mister! But yesterday the blesss-ed internet made it's way into my house and here I am... Though it is supposed to be wireless - it only works when directly connected to my computer. Fun (please read that work with as much sarcasm as you can muster).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/Rhfs3L6e37I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aX4qX56k68Q/s1600-h/the+x+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050765939954343858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/Rhfs3L6e37I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aX4qX56k68Q/s320/the+x+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        A picture of me and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the X&lt;/span&gt; (just to brighten your day) - now affectionately know as Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that I've done since that last post... nothing. Just work. Oh, I joined a gym and Steve (the trainer) has kicked my trash on more than one occasion. Those who are sick of hearing about they gym- for this I am sorry and you know who you are out there! But it had to be said. Other than that?  Ummm, I was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CPR&lt;/span&gt; re-certified this morning. Good times, it was actually more fun than I thought that it was going to be... pleasant suprise.  Welp, that's about it.  &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Happy Easter &lt;/span&gt;to all! I'm out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-8963874187912146408?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/8963874187912146408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=8963874187912146408' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/8963874187912146408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/8963874187912146408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-know.html' title='I know'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK0O777G1tI/Rhfs3L6e37I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aX4qX56k68Q/s72-c/the+x+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706908.post-7315382928409750365</id><published>2007-03-08T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:06:36.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things...</title><content type='html'>There are very few things that happen on a day to day basis of which I can say, "That made my day!" I know - pessimistic outlook, blah, blah,blah - it is just how it is. Very few things can make me that happy, BUT when they do happen - they tend to be that smallest, most insignificant, lame little things that ALL of YOU would think were everyday joys and blessing. The biggest "That made my day!" moment happened just today and it involved a TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to feel the full effect you must know that I enjoy TV. Some of my greatest joys and longest tear-shedding-laughs stem from the TV. The other thing that you must know is that I am poor. So when my roommates brother left on a mission and bequeathed his TV to us for two years, we smiled and ran with it. The Sharp Linitron (first made in 1972) was embraced with open arms though we were careful not to be taken out by the 2 giant knobs for channel changing or snap off the little tiny one that turned Lini on and off and also controlled the volume. Lini has served us well for almost 2 years now with the xbox/dvd player and vcr all hooked up through an elaborate system of wires and routers. The endless cycle of up and down off of the comfort of the couch to turn the tv off, on or up or down. Oh, the insanity of it all And we were happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my boss moved. It seems insignificant and unrelated, but in that move she bought a new tv - if a 42" plasma can even be called that - a tv. It's more like a tv on steriods and some day I will have one too. And out of the move came a TV with a remote and my boss gave it to me! I brought it home today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here watching the "new" tv, it made my day. Maybe not the greatest tv of all time, but a close second. I just turned it down a little (because who knew A&amp;amp;E was such a loud channel?) and I didn't have to move from the comfort of the second couch cusion on the right. It really made my day:) Thank goodness for the little things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-7315382928409750365?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/7315382928409750365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=7315382928409750365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7315382928409750365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/7315382928409750365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-things.html' title='The Little Things...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-8525531397854914207</id><published>2007-02-17T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:13:38.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting to know...'/><title type='text'>Only One Word</title><content type='html'>You.Can.Only.Type.One.Word. Not as easy as you might think. Thought that I would give it a try and it was hard, so I included some clarifying remarks just for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;pocket (probably giving me hip cancer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;no (no thank you, maybe later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color:&lt;br /&gt;nasty (need I say more?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother?:&lt;br /&gt;amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father?&lt;br /&gt;invincible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing?:&lt;br /&gt;chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night?:&lt;br /&gt;vampires (I could fly, that has been happening a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink?:&lt;br /&gt;dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream car?&lt;br /&gt;Axle (that his name for now... yes, no... jury is still out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;livingrooom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your ex?:&lt;br /&gt;care? (really don't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear/phobia?&lt;br /&gt;bees (who didn't know that? we need to have a chat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you want to be in 10 years?:&lt;br /&gt;gazillionaire (or independently wealthy, which ever comes first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who did you hang out with last night?:&lt;br /&gt;Absters (the usual suspects)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What you're not?:&lt;br /&gt;morning person (two words, I know - but defines me to a 'T')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins?&lt;br /&gt;sure (weird question. I have another one for you - where are 17 and 18?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;nothing? (LIE, work clothes still, nothing like living in black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your tv?&lt;br /&gt;crappy (it is super loud right now and probably going to stay that way until I can't stand it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pet?&lt;br /&gt;sweetie (I miss the little mya bee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer?&lt;br /&gt;fixed (backlight is back in action)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life?&lt;br /&gt;monotonous (day after day after day after day, yea for march!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood?&lt;br /&gt;passive (tired maybe? I just don't care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;#26? (seriously, what's going on?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your car?:&lt;br /&gt;amazing (CD player in a car?  I could kiss whoever thought of that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your work?:&lt;br /&gt;far (new car, more gas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer?&lt;br /&gt;warm (snow, kill me now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Your relationship status?:&lt;br /&gt;solo (single, nada, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Your favorite color:&lt;br /&gt;blue (tomorrow it'll be different)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed?:&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;yesterday (I'm weepy, such a girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. School?:&lt;br /&gt;no (maybe in the future I can afford more, the far distant future, in a land far, far away...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it!  More little tidbits that you never wanted to know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-8525531397854914207?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/8525531397854914207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=8525531397854914207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/8525531397854914207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/8525531397854914207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2007/02/only-one-word.html' title='Only One Word'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-116957417640820676</id><published>2007-01-23T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T09:42:56.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Money Money Money - MOOONNEEEYYY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt; is one of those words that if you type it too many times or look at it too hard and long it just looks like it is spelled wrong.  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt; is also one of the things that if you want some, you don't have any of it.  I realized the other day (as I was paying bills and trying to revamp the budget for reasons soon to be revealed) that I really want more &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;.  But I eventually concluded that to get &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;, you have to have some to start out.  Kind of a catch 22 if you will... then I realized that I was screwed because I am barely scraping by as it is...  So for your enjoyment here is a list all of the things that will eventually buy (positive thinking) when the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt; comes rollin' in or when I get my taxes back!&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Crockpot&lt;/span&gt; - nerdy, I know.  But slow cooked stew just sounds so good sometimes I can barely stand it.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Car&lt;/span&gt; - Seeing as how the youngest of the clan is soon to be 16.  The parentals have kindly requested their car back.  There is no not (double negavtive!) complying with this request. So off to buy a car I go...&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Piano&lt;/span&gt; - After the car (see how this is #3) and hopefully some financial recovery I really would like to buy a piano.  No Bosendorfer required, but I am sure that I could find something reasonable for a cool grand.  It's hard to be without one ... single tear :*(&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; - Not that I don't LOVE the one I got for christmas, but it is just not big enough for needs and wants and the hundreds of albums that I own...&lt;br /&gt;5.  Okay, so I've got nothing else...&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;crockpot, car, piano and a 4,000 gb ipod&lt;/span&gt;.  It is all that i need in the world and someday - y'all can quote me on this - I will have it all!  That is if someday they make a 4,000 gb ipod.  Oh, if apple ruins all of my hopes and dreams they will hear from me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-116957417640820676?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/116957417640820676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=116957417640820676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/116957417640820676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/116957417640820676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2007/01/money-money-money-money-mooonneeeyyy.html' title='Money Money Money Money - MOOONNEEEYYY!'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-116481921596100832</id><published>2006-11-29T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T08:58:20.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wish List...</title><content type='html'>Another year - Another Christmas! So here it is... my Christmas wish list that I sent off to Santa just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ipod nano&lt;/span&gt; - preferably with the clock docking station and some kind of adapter for the car! And hopefully at least 4 gbs of memory :) Any color (don't really want a white one) would be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bosendorfer Piano&lt;/span&gt; - a grand would be great, preferably no bigger than 7' - black finish or a rich mahagony would be ideal. I think they run about $60,000-$85,000. I saw one that was $1.5 million - but it was covered in alligator skin - I don't need that... that would be overkill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt; - pretty self explanatory I think... mmmm... good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt; - I would like about $25 or $30 million, but I would settle for $50,000. Or what ever you could spare :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; - One where I don't have to get off the couch to turn it up or off and on. How am I supposed to be a couch potato if I have to keep getting up and moving? A flat screen plasma 42 " - right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cute Sweaters&lt;/span&gt; - Black/Brown/Bright Colors - pretty much anything. It's snowing right now and I'm cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Silver Jewelry&lt;/span&gt; - I love silver - rings, earrings, necklaces. Other colors wouldn't hurt either... just no eigthies bobbley jewelry, Sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No More Snow&lt;/span&gt; - It is dumping a lot of snow right now and my co-worker who was on his way up to relieve me of desk duty - slid off the road. Now I am stuck here. No more snow would be great. Don't worry he's okay, but his car might not be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is... I don't think that I'm asking a lot. Just a few little things that are necessary and would make my life easier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-116481921596100832?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/116481921596100832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=116481921596100832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/116481921596100832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/116481921596100832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/11/christmas-wish-list.html' title='Christmas Wish List...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-116362703432983521</id><published>2006-11-15T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:46:15.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Question Me...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever met people that you truly believe are (in the sincerest sense of the work and for lack of a better one) &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;? I'm sure that you have, but lately they seem to be coming out of the wood work. I'm sitting here at work - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WORKING&lt;/span&gt; - minding my own business when I was suddenly attacked by stupid. A lady just called up and wanted to know pricing, information and if she could schedule a pedicure for tomorrow. I graciously complied and told her our hour pedi starts at $60 or $70 and we have a 1/2 hour that is $45 and explained what each pedi included (nail cutting and painting, exfoliation, massage - the whole nine yards).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "For a pedicure? I want a pedicure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assured her that I was talking about pedicures and yet she didn't seem to grasp the concept. She proceeded to describe to ME (keep in mind I work at the spa she wants to come to and had just told her all about our pedicures) what a pedicure is and what it entails. "A pedicure, you know? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(yes, I do)&lt;/span&gt; When they clean up your feet and then paint your toe nails? A pedicure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Once again&lt;/span&gt; - I kindly (without losing my cool because &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm that good&lt;/span&gt;) reconfirmed that these were our prices for a pedicure. After 20 seconds of silence she decided she was going to have to think about it. What was she doing for those 20 seconds? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Blindsided by stupidity&lt;/span&gt;. At least she didn't make me explain it to her all over again. That probably would have &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;killed&lt;/span&gt; me... and maybe her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-116362703432983521?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/116362703432983521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=116362703432983521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/116362703432983521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/116362703432983521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-question-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Question Me...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-116310223305079951</id><published>2006-11-09T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:03:48.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why The Job I Love Sucks This Month...</title><content type='html'>I just thought that I would get it all out now, you know, before I explode. That way I don't have to worry about my imminent death. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Work sucks.&lt;/span&gt; Please don't get me wrong, I love my job. But I'm sure that you've had those day too. When all of the world seems like it's having a party and you weren't invited because you had to work. It seems like it wouldn't be too bad since you absolutley love your job (most of the time) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; this was the week that &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; something could go wrong - &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IT DID&lt;/span&gt;! Allow me to put the crap into list form in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. The ceiling fell.&lt;/span&gt; Not just fell, a square foot of it fell on a guest. Nice. Yes, I comped his massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. Other receptionist was fired&lt;/span&gt; - not that I'm not relieved or somewhat happy (probably too&lt;br /&gt;happy) - I just have 4 days off this month and it looks to be less because of #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Leave of Absence&lt;/span&gt; - what does that even mean - It means I have to find people to cover 10 shifts this month - including Thanksgiving. Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Re-decking the Hot tub.&lt;/span&gt; It's right outside the door... lots of drilling, hammering, etc. What a fabulous spa atmosphere. Ready to relax?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Electrician&lt;/span&gt; came by and we had no electriciy for 4 hours. Always blissful... at least the computer and stereo still worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. Mold&lt;/span&gt; - Cause of problem &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;#7&lt;/span&gt; and ultimately &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;#8&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;#9&lt;/span&gt; - something about a burst hot water pipe. Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. All of the wall paper on the lower half of the wall was ripped off.&lt;/span&gt; Nothing like moldy bare walls to really get you fired up for that massage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. Mudding, Sanding and Painting.&lt;/span&gt; After #7, we now have to mud the walls, then sand them down to be even and then paint. Nothing like some paint fumes to get you high so you can relax better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. Because of the vigorous sanding&lt;/span&gt; (don't take this wrong, they are doing a wonderful job getting the spa back to running order) &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;there is a light sheen of dust&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; throughout the entire spa. All surfaces including all of the product that we sell, carpets, walls, desk - all of it. I can't wait to clean... (that was sarcastic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. Our housekeeping staff hasn't been here in at least 3 days.&lt;/span&gt; They suck. They think it's haunted. I can promise it's not, but I'm sure that I could set up something unbelievably horrifying to give them a reason to be really afraid of the spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think that's it. I could probably come up with a few (and by a few I mean several hundred) other contributing factors, but that about covers all the bases. Just use your imagination for the rest. Think of crappy things that could have happened and they did! I have Sunday off and I can barely wait!!! Don't call me on Sunday... I won't answer. I have recently given up on life because of past life events, but that is a post for another day... Tchau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Latest development in the suckiness of it all... it just started to snow!  I hate it here today...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-116310223305079951?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/116310223305079951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=116310223305079951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/116310223305079951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/116310223305079951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-job-i-love-sucks-this-month.html' title='Why The Job I Love Sucks This Month...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-116179586383303629</id><published>2006-10-25T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T12:10:00.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaskan Halloween Post</title><content type='html'>Well (as you can probably guess) this is that Alaska/Halloween post that you all have been patiently waiting for ... forever. Let's see, there is not a whole lot to say about Alaska. I mean there is a lot to say, it's just that I don't think that it would be all that interesting for you folks, since msot of you were there with me the whole time. Things about Alaska that suprised me:&lt;br /&gt;1. It's beautiful! No I mean absolutely gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;2. Wasn't as cold as I thought that it would be&lt;br /&gt;3. Didn't smell of death (dead fish) the whole time&lt;br /&gt;4. Locals always stop for pedestrians at a cross walk whether there is a stop sign or not&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone is super friendly... Like Barney (big purple dinosaur - without being creepy)&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a fun trip... and the pictures are a lot more interesting than reading about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Halloween. One of my favorite times of the year and the planning of another epic party. Just like the Mocktail, this one will be just as big! I'm most excited for the costumes that are going to finally make their appearance that we have been talking about and planning for the past month. That right - Vampirates. If that word is too hard for some of you out there, it is a cross between a vampire and a pirate. Abs and I spent a few hours of diligent shopping to put together some amazing costumes complete with clip-on fangs! It's going to be sweet! Another fine Halloween...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-116179586383303629?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/116179586383303629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=116179586383303629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/116179586383303629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/116179586383303629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/10/alaskan-holloween-post.html' title='Alaskan Halloween Post'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-115861451679831519</id><published>2006-09-18T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T14:21:56.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; I peaked some interest among my co-workers when they found out (I let it slip) that I had been keeping a blog for a little time now.  Then came the, "So, can we read it?"  I can honestly say that I didn't know how I felt about other people reading my blog.  Who knows what I've said about work, people - YIKES!!! I don't care if people I don't know are reading it. I couldn't care less and I'll never meet them, let alone have to do a massage with them.  I've been through the whole "Doing massage with people who hate you" senario already and I'm not that excited to go through it again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the other hand&lt;/span&gt; - My blog is all about me and what I was thinking, feeling and complaining about at the time.  So why shouldn't I let people read it and find out exactly what the hell was wrong with and bothering me that day... So there it is peeps.  My blog in all of it's glory and I don't care what people think... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;for now at least&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-115861451679831519?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/115861451679831519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=115861451679831519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/115861451679831519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/115861451679831519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/09/found-out.html' title='Found Out'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-115394785952170509</id><published>2006-07-26T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:04:19.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California</title><content type='html'>Well kids... I've recently returned from Cali and let me tell how great of a vacation it was last week!  Where to start?  I landed late at night (according to Michele) at 9:30 pm.  Oakland airport is always a bustling (I know that I spelled that wrong) metropolis.  Stayed up late doing nothing (yeah!) and was up bright and early Monday morning to head out to the Sacramento Delta.  Here my fam has a "place" on the water.  By place I mean a small building and three trailers on a lot.  There are about 70 other lots on the island too.  Sounds kinda white trash, it kinda is, but not really.  It's actually kinda nice - with a recent addition of an airconditioning unit - it's like the lap of luxury.  I love it!  There are no phones (well, cell phones - but they don't really ring out there,  not too great of reception), no tv channels, no people!  It was just hot, sunny and the water was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;     So we went skiing, wakeboarding, wake surfing, wakeskating, air chairing, hydrosliding and swimming every single day! It was 112 degrees almost every day while I was there!  You didn't even want to get out of the water and let's just say that when the airconditioned room felt amazing at 90 degrees - so cool and refreshing!  At the peak there were 20 people out at "the place"   and it was so much fun.  I mean it was just crazy havoc being spread throughout... so fun. &lt;br /&gt;     There was a fish that was protecting some eggs that had been attached to the dock and Robert (that's the fish) would swim out and bite you.  That's right, bite.  I think that he thought he was a shark or something... but you would just be floating along, minding your own business when BAM!  Robert on one of his infamous sneak attacks would get you and leave a little red welt right where he bit you.  I can safely say that almost everyone out there was a victim at one time or another, but no lives were lost and no blood was shed.  It just scared the crap out of you.  It did make it very fun to pinch people and freak them out whenever possible :)&lt;br /&gt;     Then there was the ultimate splash.  Ina moment of pure genius, I figured out how to make the biggest splash possible.  When jumping in - push all of your momentum forward as you hit the water and send a tidal wave toward the unsuspecting and unprepared. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of teaching this to other people and was tortured also.&lt;br /&gt;     And finally the epic seaweed fight.  Well, out in the water there is a lot seaweed that grows and it's kinda gross.  Especially if you find it wrapped around your foot when just casually swimming by... BUT if it happens to be everywhere because "the men" decided that it needed to be cleared out and instead made huge seaweed bombs to be chucked at people - well, the rest is history.  That's how the pleasant lagoon was turned into a war zone.  In the end I was hit square it face (with an open mouth I might add) by a seaweed bomb.  Thanks Chris... I almost died, it was a close call.  In the end it was all okay.&lt;br /&gt;     In the end - there were many games played, movies watched, books ready, tanning done and eating, lots and lots of eating! To conclude it was one of the best vacations ever had!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-115394785952170509?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/115394785952170509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=115394785952170509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/115394785952170509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/115394785952170509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/07/california.html' title='California'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-115203257640583405</id><published>2006-07-04T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T10:02:56.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am on the Fourth of July - working... and thinking about all of the places that I would rather be right now.  I don't know if anyone else does this, but when I am at work I generally don't really want to be here.  Suddenly it seems like I have a million other places to be or would like to be. BUT when I am sitting at home with nothing to do - I want to be at work so that I am making money.  It really is a lose-lose situation.  Not that I don't like my job, because I do.  But here are some places I would rather be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wakeboarding in CA&lt;br /&gt;2. In Bed&lt;br /&gt;3. Ketchikan&lt;br /&gt;4. Eating lunch&lt;br /&gt;5. Outside in the Sun&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting an oil change for the Nun&lt;br /&gt;7. Buying a new car&lt;br /&gt;8. Did I mention sleep? Yes, No. 2.&lt;br /&gt;9. Watching a certain series...&lt;br /&gt;10. Fireworks!  I know it's the middle of the day, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for right now... that's it!  Those are all of the wonderful, feesable, big plans of what I would do if I wasn't at work.  Now you know and knowing is half the battle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-115203257640583405?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/115203257640583405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=115203257640583405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/115203257640583405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/115203257640583405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/07/fourth.html' title='Fourth'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-114945347613724012</id><published>2006-06-04T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T13:49:26.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Manage To Do Nothing...</title><content type='html'>I have noticed recently that though I have been incredibly busy with work (8 days and counting with no day off in sight) and whatnot... I still manage (though I try) to NOT get a single thing done outside of work. I have compiled a list of what I do while not at work and how I waste my free time. I want to inspire others to unneccessarily but efficiently waste time through my example. So here it is in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt; - when you think that you should do laundry... just go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eat&lt;/span&gt; - when you think that you should do laundry... find something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Watch CSI or Law and Order&lt;/span&gt; - when you think that you should do laundry...find a crime drama to tide you over.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Read&lt;/span&gt; - when you think that you should do laundry... realize that you haven't read a book in a while. Sit down to read 200 pages and proceed back to number 1 (sleep).&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Blog&lt;/span&gt; - when you think that you should do laundry... find an internet connection and waste millions of precious hours on blogging, nationstating, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there it is. My life summed into 5 points. How I manage to pay bills, drive places, shop, and then still have all of that energy to give massages all day long... is beyond me. How I fit all of this into one day amazes even me! So I'm off to care for my virtual fish tank, those little guys require a lot of care... so much to do, so little time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-114945347613724012?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/114945347613724012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=114945347613724012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/114945347613724012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/114945347613724012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-i-manage-to-do-nothing.html' title='How I Manage To Do Nothing...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-114694056263459357</id><published>2006-05-06T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T12:16:52.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubles...</title><content type='html'>Now, I know that there are &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;good doubles (oreos) &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bad doubles (dopplegangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; But todays tribute is to the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;working double&lt;/span&gt;... that's right, the one where you have to work for fourteen hours straight with no real breaks or chances to nap. That is what I am doing right now and it is the longest day of my life (maybe not my life, but close to it). I just ate a delicious employee lunch of cold grilled chicken, old soggy/hard fries (they were really weird) and lettuce that I am pretty sure they have been giving us for a few days now. It was really good... okay not really, but it is the only food and the only break that I have for fourteen hours!!! So I had to make the most of it. I think that they should provide an employee nap area and give me some manadatory nap time. It would be one command I wouldn't mind following... just think of the possibilites!!! And what about &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;? Don't you think that they could provide some for us! Actually, funny story... The Homestead decided to promote the fudge that they make and sell - by placing some of it in the spa as samples and then we could send people to buy it over at the gift shop. Funny thing, all of the spa employees ate most of the fudge before any of the guests could have any to sample :) We haven't seen anymore fudge since that day. Okay, so the chocolate thing is out... but it was really &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;yummy&lt;/span&gt;! I just think that there are a lot of employee benefits that could be added to the list and this would be a much more appealing place to work. Especially if they aren't going to provide any oreos to eat or dopplegangers to work in my place... just a thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-114694056263459357?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/114694056263459357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=114694056263459357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/114694056263459357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/114694056263459357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/05/doubles.html' title='Doubles...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-114555430819790599</id><published>2006-04-20T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:35:43.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weird and the Wonderful...</title><content type='html'>Well, I was trying to think of something that I could blog about today since I am once again sitting at this desk for the third day in a row - doing absolutely nothing... I was looking around and I found that a lot people are really into posting things that no one would ever really know about them unless they told them. I was inspired and here is a list of my strange quirks:&lt;br /&gt;1. I am &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;not a morning person&lt;/span&gt; - do not talk to me. I am not happy to be out of bed and I am certainly not happy to see you. Give me a good hour before attempting contact...&lt;br /&gt;2. Cleaning the bathroom makes me &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;dry heave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I eat m&amp;ms by eating the hard &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;candy shell first then the middle&lt;/span&gt;, especially if there is a peanut or peanutbutter inside (this same tecnique is applied to all candies including cadbury eggs which is hard to do...)&lt;br /&gt;4. I still sleep with my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;baby blanket&lt;/span&gt; - not really in the same style as when I was a kid, but it is folded neatly under my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;5. I obsess over the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;shape of my eyebrows&lt;/span&gt; to hide the scar from a tragic jump rope accident&lt;br /&gt;6. I&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; cry over anything&lt;/span&gt; - music, movies, people walking by... cute, sad, happy - I cry and I blame my mom for that - she does it too... as do all of the women in my family... we are quite the bunch when we are together...&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't have an &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;appendix&lt;/span&gt;, that sucker bit it years ago.&lt;br /&gt;8. Rolls of &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;toilet paper put in upside down&lt;/span&gt; drives me nuts and I will change it!&lt;br /&gt;9. I love, love, love, love, love, love, love (don't know if I've yet emphasized it enough) &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;to be home alone&lt;/span&gt; for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;10. When I was a kid I loved&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; liverwurst&lt;/span&gt;. That's right 30% pork liver and various other pork parts and I am pretty sure that I still enjoy it. Sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for now - some weird and some wonderful. I am sure that there are other things that I didn't include on this list that I can't really think of right now. But let me know if there are any major things I have left off. Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-114555430819790599?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/114555430819790599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=114555430819790599' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/114555430819790599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/114555430819790599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/04/weird-and-wonderful.html' title='The Weird and the Wonderful...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-114455214657392260</id><published>2006-04-08T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T20:09:06.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes...</title><content type='html'>So after my panic attack of yesterday I decided that I needed to buckle down and get the old taxes done and finished.  That's right...  I did my own taxes and we'll just have to wait and see if it all works out in the end.  Meaning - I hope that I am not arrested at any point in the near future because I lied on my taxes (which I didn't, but if I did - it was unintentional). I was happy to discover that I will be receiving a handsome chunck of change in return because I'm pretty sure that I was in the lowest tax bracket possible.  YEAH for &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Earned Income Cr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;edit&lt;/span&gt;!!!  One of the perks of being a low to moderately paid worker... At least I don't owe any money which was a real worry of mine, but that was relieved when I realized that I would be living in the lap of luxury for an entire day with my tax return and then it would be gone as I paid bills and bought unneccessary things for myself.  But still a joyful prospect!!! And so another year passes and I have until April 15 of 2007 to start to worry about the next round of taxes and what bracket I will qualify for when that get here... I think that I just got bit by a mosquito and I am so happy!!!  The weather is warm enough for some bugs to survive!!!  I love &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt; and even parts of &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt; and true I know that you all thought the same thing that I did... &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;S are back and in action, but I feel that it is almost (keep in mind I said almost) a fair trade for there to be no more snow... or taxes... I kind of feel bad for my nation and the taxes that I inflict on them now... ah to walk in someone else's shoes... it can be such a learning experience... right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-114455214657392260?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/114455214657392260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=114455214657392260' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/114455214657392260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/114455214657392260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/04/taxes.html' title='Taxes...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-114435408774336023</id><published>2006-04-06T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:21:13.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spell of Grande Proportions...</title><content type='html'>I know that I said that I would post &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; stuff in this post, but it is just not going to happen today. As usual I am just too &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disgruntled&lt;/span&gt; - you would think that I worked at the post office or DMV (I don't for those of you that don't realize) . It's not that there is anything in particular that is bothering me today, but I did have (am still having)&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;anxiety attack number 3&lt;/span&gt;!!! And it is killing me! I don't know what it is, but everytime someone walks in (at work), walks by, calls - I start to freak out! I blame it all on the incident of last week - For those of you that don't know what happened - &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;here is the scoop&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A fellow employee became upset with me when they thought that I was favoring another employee and booking extra and more expensive appointments for this other employee (instead of them) than I should have been. Which is impossible - our computer program won't let us do that... ANYWAY... they were upset (which I can kind of understand but my boss was there and supports me 100%) and now the whole thing is just out of control and trying to kill me!!!&lt;/span&gt; I have "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;spells&lt;/span&gt;" (as I will call them from here on out) in the middle of the night, on my way to work, when I pull into the parking lot at work, when the phone rings at work, when people walk in, etc. I think that you get the idea... I've since decided that I will only be working as a therapist from now on (I told my boss that and she is going to try to hire a new person as soon as possible) and I hope that this will help in relieving the "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;spells&lt;/span&gt;" that I have been having lately. Then maybe the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;shaking&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;head rush&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart thumping&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sweating&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;vomit&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; I want to pass out&lt;/span&gt; feelings will leave and I can continue on with my life! I guess that there is one happy thought that keeps me going... moving in three weeks! &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ah!&lt;/span&gt; Taxes!!! Spell number &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; just hit!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-114435408774336023?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/114435408774336023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=114435408774336023' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/114435408774336023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/114435408774336023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/04/spell-of-grande-proportions.html' title='A Spell of Grande Proportions...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-114394699761917645</id><published>2006-04-01T18:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T19:11:28.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Other People Make My Life Suck...</title><content type='html'>Now I've recently noticed an &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;influx&lt;/span&gt; of people that make my life suck and I thought that I would pass some of those "instances" on to you people. Then you can let me know if I have any legit reasons or if I really am that bitter... so here goes... (my vote goes towards &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;bitter&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; People who can't deal with the fact that appointments are booked in the order that they come in and I can't just move them around so that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will make more money (no matter what the circumstances)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; People who think that the world revolves around them and can only talk about themselves... seriously - One can only take so much before they want to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;physically harm you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; People who are loud when they shouldn't be (&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;whether it be during a movie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at a spa&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;early in the morning&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;please see my previous blog&lt;/span&gt;)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Social skills...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;get some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;... that's all I've got to say about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; Don't pretend that you had an appointment when you didn't and now you expect &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;free stuff&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;free services&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not stupid, I'm the one that booked your appointment and it's called &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;stealing&lt;/span&gt;. You should be ashamed of yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; People who decide to show your apartment to prospective buyers and don't let you know that they are coming. That's why when they show up you are either a) &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in bed still&lt;/span&gt;, who cares that it is 1pm or b) you're sitting on the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;couch in your pj's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no bra on&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;no make-up&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;looking like death warmed over&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;eating ice cream&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Now... don't get me wrong, I love my job and my life to say the least, but there are some things and/or people that I wish would just leave me alone. I know that I blog a lot about things that bother me, but I see it as an outlet for my river of rage. Let's just say that it is for the betterment of everyone that I know that I take it out on my blog. That way &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Rage&lt;/span&gt; doesn't slip out at times when it's not neccessary... if you know what I mean... I promise that in my next installment I will make a list of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy things&lt;/span&gt;... like the new totem pole that I will be getting &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-114394699761917645?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/114394699761917645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=114394699761917645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/114394699761917645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/114394699761917645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-other-people-make-my-life-suck_01.html' title='Why Other People Make My Life Suck...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-114280675208392760</id><published>2006-03-19T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T14:24:14.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that annoy me at 7:18am</title><content type='html'>Well, seeing as how we are trying to make a turn back to the basics...I thought that I would start with a list that I have been making over the last few weeks. Every morning, and I kid you not - &lt;em&gt;every single morning&lt;/em&gt; - I get woken up by my roommate who shall remain nameless (but everyone knows who she is). Now, I am well aware that I am a light sleeper, but seriously... give me a break! I'm sure that a lot of non-light sleepers (heavy sleepers for those of you who it was hurting trying to get that phrase straightened out) would wake up under the same conditions and so I submit this list for your consideration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10- Reading a magazine or newspaper in bed (not quiet page turning like with books)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9- Folding laundry that you did the night before (you know the kind of folding where you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whip it first to get the wrinkles out!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;8- Turning music on of any kind - Am I the only one this bothers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;7- Blowing your nose over and over! Go to a different room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;6- Talking to me... just because I open my eyes (you woke me up) doesn't mean that I want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;to talk, leave me alone... I'm &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;5- Talking on your phone - Hi, I'm five feet away in the same room - whispering just makes it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;worse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4- Pulling out every hanger in the closet so that you can hang your wet clothes around the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For those that don't know, this is not a quiet activity - lots of clicking and clacking!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NO MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WIRE HANGERS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3- Turning the light on - I don't do it at night when you are asleep, don't do it in the morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;when I'm asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2- Loading up your backpack - Do you really have to pull out every book and paper that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;own and then throw it all back in and then zip it all up two inches from my head???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1- The Coat made of paper and plastic - don't put your coat on until you are ready to leave!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Don't swish, scratch and swoosh for 15 minutes... I don't want to hear it and neither does&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;anyone else, can't you find something made of cotton?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;0- EATING!!! I can barely handle the sound of people eating when I am awake (and even then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not so well). Trust me on this one - It is worse when I am sleeping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is is folks, finally out in the open and hot diggity dog does it feel good! True, I am well aware of some of the absurdities and eccentricities of the list (and me), but I feel there is some foundation to it and therefore it is justified! Until my next rant...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-114280675208392760?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/114280675208392760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=114280675208392760' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/114280675208392760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/114280675208392760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-that-annoy-me-at-718am.html' title='Things that annoy me at 7:18am'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-114117817110873610</id><published>2006-02-28T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:56:11.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Well, I know that it has been a while since I have updated anything, but well - it's just been the same day over and over for the past few weeks.  Seriously, I get up, shower, work, come home and watch some tv and then go to bed - only to start the process over again the next day.  Now, I'm not really complaining because the pay checks have been phenominal!  Although I don't have much to show for it yet (stupid bills and my desire to eat  and not die), maybe someday soon I will feel like I am ahead of the game.  Wouldn't it be nice to never have to worry about money or registering your car again? Yes, my reg. expires tomorrow and no I still have not replaced my windshield and no the car will not be reg'd until at the earliest next week.  I don't even know how much windshield repair should cost! I hate windshields with cracks except when they are protecting me from wind (obviously), rain, hail, snow and most importantly - BEES!!!  Then cracked but intact windshields are okay!  Can I get a what, what???  Okay, so now I am starting to lose it and still have to clean sandals and take out laundry.  I gots to go, stay sweet and sassy everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-114117817110873610?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/114117817110873610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=114117817110873610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/114117817110873610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/114117817110873610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-113971460211868350</id><published>2006-02-11T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:23:22.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing Tests and New Laws!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, so I am sure that everyone knows that I passed my National Test for massage.  It was hard and I was stressed out, but somehow I made it through.  After that I decided that I had a lot of free time on my hands.  So much in fact that I realized that I could run a nation.  So with that thought the Kingdom of Wicked Rage was created and it is thriving under the rulings I make, one day I do plan to take over - take over what?  I don't know.  Now, I know that I am not the most politically minded person, but I feel that running my own nation is really going to give me new insight in politics.  No really, politicchic you have got to stop laughing at me... So, that's it on the homefront for now... no more tests or school, just the rantings and ravings of a psychotic national leader!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-113971460211868350?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/113971460211868350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=113971460211868350' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113971460211868350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113971460211868350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/02/passing-tests-and-new-laws.html' title='Passing Tests and New Laws!!!'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-113796211063313894</id><published>2006-01-22T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T12:37:35.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, another dime...</title><content type='html'>Well, boredom has once again trainwrecked havoc in my life and here I find myself blogging. I only hope that lunch gets put out soon and I'm tired. Apparently four hours is not enough sleep for me to make it through the day. Who knew I needed more? I'm going to barf if I eat anymore m&amp;amp;ms and it's freezing in here. (give me a minute I can think of more things to complain about) Why do people think that they can not show up for appointments and everyone is standing around waiting for them, then expect that they don't have to pay for it? Give Me A BREAK!!! Don't come crying to me, I make $8/hr working the desk, not enough to put up with you. Why doesn't winter ever end? Why do deer find the middle of the road so facinating? Don't they know that they are going to die if they stand there long enough? Why do birds eat their dead remains? I though that birds ate seeds... Why do people have to slow down to look at an accident? Gross. Why do people slow down when someone is pulled over? The cop has already pulled someone over! Keep going!!! I just thought that I would throw out some of life's tougher questions today and provide absolutely no answers!!! Tata!!! Have a super, special, happy day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-113796211063313894?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/113796211063313894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=113796211063313894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113796211063313894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113796211063313894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-day-another-dime.html' title='Another day, another dime...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-113719864748914595</id><published>2006-01-13T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T16:30:47.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me happy...</title><content type='html'>Now...I'm going to lie, I am a really easy person to please.  It doen't exactly take a lot of work to make me smile (unless I happen to be Ragin'), people need to remember that I laugh at everything and you are really not that funny.  But anyway, I thought that I would make a list of things that make me happy.  So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bowl of frosting&lt;br /&gt;slurpees&lt;br /&gt;cheap gas for the nun&lt;br /&gt;rings, earrings, anything silver&lt;br /&gt;shoes, lots and lots of shoes&lt;br /&gt;getting paid&lt;br /&gt;not working at the Leath&lt;br /&gt;red sweatshirts&lt;br /&gt;wakeboarding&lt;br /&gt;all music (especially my rap and r&amp;b)(and everything else I can't help but listen to)&lt;br /&gt;when David fixes the windshield wiper fluid!!! (yeah!!!)&lt;br /&gt;anything chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Midnight movies&lt;br /&gt;Blogs and Fic blogs&lt;br /&gt;Massaging not receptioning&lt;br /&gt;Bazing!&lt;br /&gt;my puppy&lt;br /&gt;Out of Control Stories&lt;br /&gt;Kidney shaped pool of truth&lt;br /&gt;Curtain of Truth (soon to be back in action)&lt;br /&gt;when it is not snowing&lt;br /&gt;money&lt;br /&gt;baby orangatans (I could watch them all day)&lt;br /&gt;crochet&lt;br /&gt;music videos&lt;br /&gt;oldies music&lt;br /&gt;loud music&lt;br /&gt;crap music found on myspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that there are a lot of other things out there that make me so incredibly happy, but I just can't think of them at the moment.  So I guess that this will be updated later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-113719864748914595?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/113719864748914595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=113719864748914595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113719864748914595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113719864748914595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Things that make me happy...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-113694465692832132</id><published>2006-01-10T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:57:36.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The State of Goa and why I didn't do anything at work...</title><content type='html'>Well, another day has come and gone and I really managed to do nothing at all.  Not a thing!  I didn't take out the laundy once and collect some money from people.  BUT the rest of the time I just sat around planning trips to places like Goa (it's in India), Naples, Bahamas (you get the idea).  I mean really planning - finding plane flights, hotels and places to visit.  I was really productive if you think of me as a travel agent (which I'm not).  So in we find that I was the most unproductive that I have ever been, but it was okay because it was my bosses idea and she did the same "nothing" as I did.  In fact, it was her idea, we did watch a few movie trailers and take a break to eat... today was definately a "hardley workin' day" if you know what I mean (and I think you do)...Let The Money Roll In!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-113694465692832132?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/113694465692832132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=113694465692832132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113694465692832132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113694465692832132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2006/01/state-of-goa-and-why-i-didnt-do.html' title='The State of Goa and why I didn&apos;t do anything at work...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-113530460407292826</id><published>2005-12-22T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T18:23:24.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California...and all of it's wonders...</title><content type='html'>Well, as the old saying goes - It's good to be home.  Things here have been fun so far and not too much stress over the crazy Christmas times.  There have been so amazingly long shopping trips, but I think that I am almost done.  It's insane how many there are out during the holidays.  You know that there are a few hermits out there that only make it out of their house to get their Christmas shopping done!  And they all go to this store call Trader Joe's.  It's a pretty sweet place with a lot of imported foods and all natural stuff.  So Megs and I went off... and to my suprise it wasn't so painful, I mean - I wasn't dead... We had to wait 5 minutes just for a parking space to open up and then it was so packed inside that I though that I had developed claustrophobia (I felt like KittyKatt5000).  But all in all after a mere 5 hours of shopping, I feel that I so very close to being done and I also feel like I really got some quality gifts.  Have you ever bought a gift for someone and you just aren't sure what they are going to think?  Well, I had the luck of actually getting to look and people's Christmas lists this year and get them things that they actually want!  What a good feeling!  I love being in California and the feeling it gives me!  It's like finding gold, at least that's what I image it feels like to find gold!  And RAIN!!!  No snow!!!  I couldn't be happier!!!! Thank Goodness!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-113530460407292826?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/113530460407292826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=113530460407292826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113530460407292826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113530460407292826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/12/californiaand-all-of-its-wonders.html' title='California...and all of it&apos;s wonders...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-113443755796952335</id><published>2005-12-12T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T17:32:37.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa... and his many facades...</title><content type='html'>Now, I know...that you know...that Christmas is almost here and I am really excited!   So, I commemoration of the "Big Guy"  i.e. Santa, I just thought that I would share a special story with all of you.  I remember one day in mid December, I was really hard up for a stop watch.  Now, when you are nine and hard up for a stop watch, there are not a lot of places that you can get one.  But, I knew specifically where one was and I was determined to get it, even though I knew where it could be found was a forbidden place.&lt;br /&gt;  Nonetheless, I wasn't deterred and I was off down the stairs and out into the garage.  In our garage was our boat, the Blue Mastercraft (which is still there today) and inside was the much needed stop watch.  We kept it there to use during waterski tournaments through the ski courses - BUT that is another story.&lt;br /&gt;    As I lifted the cover on the boat to climb inside I realized that I was not the only one there.  To my suprise, the boat was full of wrapped and a few not-yet-wrapped presents.  Now, I knew that my parents gave us presents for Christmas, no kid was that dumb.  What I didn't know was just how many presents my parents were going to give us that year!  Seriously we were in the money and add that to what Santa would bring... my sister and I were sitting pretty.  I took careful note of what was there (including a radio that I had been begging for) and made a vow with myself to tell not a single one, they couldn't now that I found the "secret" hiding place.  For the next week I was pins and needles trying to keep it a secret.&lt;br /&gt;     Come Christmas morning I was excited beyond all belief, but I knew that I had to act suprised, even though I already knew.  As we began to open presents, I didn't crack, not once.  Oh, I was the greatest  actor.  Then came a present from Santa, I couldn't wait to open it and find out what other presents we were cashing in on.  To my real and utter suprise, it was the radio that I had wanted.  Now, I rationalized thinking that my parents were going to have to take the one that they got for me back.  How silly could they have been to get me a present that Santa had gotten for me too.  As the presents continued, it slowly dawned on my that this was no coincidence.  From that moment on I knew that this alleged "Santa" was really my parents.  I think that I may have a even shead a few tears, I wouldn't put it past me.  And still my excitement for Christmas and all of it's glories continues to this day... in fact I am off to work party to partake in the goods and try and win a few things in the raffle.  I hear that "Santa" is going to be there... I'll have to give him a piece of my mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-113443755796952335?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/113443755796952335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=113443755796952335' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113443755796952335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113443755796952335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/12/santa-and-his-many-facades.html' title='Santa... and his many facades...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-113357242821161506</id><published>2005-12-02T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T12:41:15.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet I Try, Try Again...</title><content type='html'>Now, I'm not going to lie to you... I've tried to update my blog three times in the last few days and I just can't find anything to blog about. I think that it would be the equivalent to writer's block in some cases. So here I sit at work, taking a break from assembling the Christmas Goodie Bags (for the kids) for the company Christmas party which I will not be attending because let's face it, someone still needs to work while everyone else parties. Don't worry, I'm not bitter or ragin', I just wish that I could par-tay with the rest of my peeps, but I'm actually not that torn up about it. Actually, the more that I think about it, I think that I wouldn't really go, if i could I mean, I would rather watch DQ - if you know what I mean. Well, peeps, back to the assembly line. I only hope that I can survive the hours until the next DQ installment... oh, the agony...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-113357242821161506?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/113357242821161506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=113357242821161506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113357242821161506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113357242821161506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/12/yet-i-try-try-again.html' title='Yet I Try, Try Again...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-113267850518394756</id><published>2005-11-22T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T08:55:05.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Repeat Offender...</title><content type='html'>In response to a reader's comment, I decided that I should explain who the repeat offender is... since she is new to our group.  The RO (as she will be called from here on out) is one of my favorite people, true that we didn't always get along from the beginning.  I can remember more than one occasion in which we fought, probably over toys or the fact that she would breathe on me (or really loud) during the night when we were forced to share a room.  But most of the memories are fond ones.  My favorite being "It's hot, boooooiling hot!" Or the way that she would pout when she would cry - let's face it the RO is one of my favorite people and sisters...if you ever need to you can check her out over at myspace.com, she likes it over there...But welcome to our little group of vigilant bloggers and the good time yet to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-113267850518394756?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/113267850518394756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=113267850518394756' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113267850518394756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113267850518394756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/11/repeat-offender.html' title='The Repeat Offender...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-113244666312595215</id><published>2005-11-19T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T16:31:03.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh, hard at work...</title><content type='html'>Well, I just thought that I would let my blogging buddies know that I have offically been put on the December work calendar as a massage therapist.  I know that this may come as a shock, but I am finally making it as something in this world (moment of silence and a single tear).  So far it is only like 6 or 7 shifts, in the middle of winter (our slow time), but I will fill the rest of my days doing the receptionist stuff.  I finally found out that the national board people got my application for licensure, so that will soon be mine!!!  So I will be keeping busy over the next few weeks.  Unfortunately, the "no work on sunday" thing is being pushed back to January, but at least I got off all of the time that I wanted for Christmas.  I can't wait to go home, I can't believe that it has been a year since I have been to Cali, it doesn't really seem like it has been that long.  I am hoping that I am going to be able to make it to Repeat Offenders graduation, but we will have to see how the weather holds out since I have to be to work the next day. (suck!)  Til' next time peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-113244666312595215?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/113244666312595215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=113244666312595215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113244666312595215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113244666312595215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/11/ahh-hard-at-work.html' title='Ahh, hard at work...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-113167133728804774</id><published>2005-11-10T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T17:08:57.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stir Crazy!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, it has officially been one of the longest days of my life.  I only hope that I can make it throught the last hour.  Both meals at work have sucked today, a new record, oh but he tries to give us good food.  I hope that I can make it to some place (and by some place I mean home) with real food before I starve to death, I am wasting away to practiacally nothing, no really.  The Blue powerade is good though - in my quest to give up mountain dew - it has become my new fix, along with reese's pieces... who knew that they were so good...&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's official - I am heading home for Christmas on Dec 21 and returning but a week later on the 28th.  The first time to be setting for in Cali since last Christmas... I can't believe that a whole year has gone by, oh how the time flies when you are having fun or killing yourself tyring to make it through school, am I right?  or am I right?  Now I just want to gest certified and move on!!!  Don't worry politicchic, I'm not going anywhere, it's just a expression... it's okay... our perfect roommatedom will last forever!!! and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-113167133728804774?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/113167133728804774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=113167133728804774' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113167133728804774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113167133728804774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/11/stir-crazy.html' title='Stir Crazy!!!'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-113123749157865808</id><published>2005-11-05T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T09:45:13.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 questions</title><content type='html'>1. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;5'4''&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever smoked heroin?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, has anyone? smoked it i mean...&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;4. Rehab?&lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you ever "do" someone in their parents' bed?&lt;br /&gt;yeah... no&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs?&lt;br /&gt;Sick me out!&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth and any song from White Christmas&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;oh man, water, straight up&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you do push-ups?&lt;br /&gt;ummm... have you seen me?&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever done ecstasy?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you vegan?&lt;br /&gt;Not at all&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like painkillers?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course, what a silly question&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;the "masseuse" angle&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you own a knife?&lt;br /&gt;Umm...the ones in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have A.D.D.?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you love the pain a tattoo brings?&lt;br /&gt;I think so...&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Thoughts At This Exact Moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. Work is boring&lt;br /&gt;2. I have to pee&lt;br /&gt;3. all bathrooms in the spa are in use!&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm starving and have no milk&lt;br /&gt;5. I want to go home and see my friends!&lt;br /&gt;Name the Last 5 Things You Have Bought: (recently)&lt;br /&gt;1: gas&lt;br /&gt;2: gas&lt;br /&gt;3: gas&lt;br /&gt;4. gas&lt;br /&gt;5. gas&lt;br /&gt;Name Five Drinks You Regularly Drink:&lt;br /&gt;1. water&lt;br /&gt;2: milk&lt;br /&gt;3: water&lt;br /&gt;4: grape juice&lt;br /&gt;5. mountain dew&lt;br /&gt;17. You have a crush on someone?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;18. What Time Did You Wake Up Today?&lt;br /&gt;10, I got to sleep in!!!&lt;br /&gt;19. Current Hair?&lt;br /&gt;straight and oh, so fabulous&lt;br /&gt;20. Current Worry?&lt;br /&gt;That i might pee my pants...&lt;br /&gt;21. Current Hate?&lt;br /&gt;snow and cold weather&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite Place To Be?&lt;br /&gt;Cali or my bed&lt;br /&gt;23. Least Favorite Place?&lt;br /&gt;hell&lt;br /&gt;24. Where Would You Like To Go?&lt;br /&gt;Back to Bed or Italy, which ever comes first&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you wear when you go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;sweats and a t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;26. What were you doing 12AM last night?&lt;br /&gt;Watching DC3!!!&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you think you'll be doing in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;Working as a massage therapist&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you burn or tan?&lt;br /&gt;Both, usually at the same time&lt;br /&gt;29. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;a tootsie roll&lt;br /&gt;30. Would you be a pirate?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!! and a vampire, a mobster, a billionaire and an elf, but not all at the same time&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you had an alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;32. What songs do you sing in the Shower?&lt;br /&gt;Usually whatever was on my alarm that morning&lt;br /&gt;33. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Bees, they are stealthy at night&lt;br /&gt;34. What's in your pockets right now?&lt;br /&gt;No pockets, got skirt on, gots to look good for work&lt;br /&gt;35. Last time you were in love?&lt;br /&gt;Umm... it's been a while&lt;br /&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Giving myself a papercut because someone scared me!&lt;br /&gt;37. Best bed sheets you had as a child?&lt;br /&gt;the fleece ones with the lambs&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;no, no and no&lt;br /&gt;39. Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart, just kidding, um, I don't get hurt often&lt;br /&gt;40. What are your dreams like?&lt;br /&gt;I usually have to kill someone fighting for my life, on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;41. How many TV's do you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;1 - the lynitron - oh, he's barely holding on, but been good to us&lt;br /&gt;42. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;br /&gt;Beans, definately Beans, Jon can be very loud too, and Abby, Michele has her moments... jason is loud, I apparently only have loud friends&lt;br /&gt;43. Who is your most silent friend?&lt;br /&gt;Laurel, she's pretty quiet most of the time (okay so I have one quiet friend)&lt;br /&gt;44. What do you do for work?&lt;br /&gt;I work in a Spa at the Homestead Resort&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you like it?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, very much&lt;br /&gt;46. How long is your commute?&lt;br /&gt;let's see 45min without snow, over and hour with&lt;br /&gt;47. Whats you pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;When people put the toilet paper on upside down&lt;br /&gt;48. When I grow up I want to be...&lt;br /&gt;a mom, massage therapist, independently wealthy&lt;br /&gt;49. What song do you want played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly Kisses, Sunrise Sunset, all the goodies&lt;br /&gt;50. What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Party like it's 1999, that was a good year... my funeral is going to be a&lt;br /&gt;dance party, so you guys should have a fun time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-113123749157865808?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/113123749157865808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=113123749157865808' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113123749157865808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113123749157865808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/11/50-questions.html' title='50 questions'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-113089015234639352</id><published>2005-11-01T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T16:09:12.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Free Food Can Suck</title><content type='html'>Well, as I sit here and eat another "free" meal at work, I realize that I don't like the food that I am eating.  It's this gross, mushy Chinese Food stuff and if you know me at all - you know I don't do oriental in any way shape or form (take that as you will...).  And yet, I continue to eat because I don't get off work for three more hours and I'm starving.  So I guess that it is back to cleaning shelves and yahoo games...work is an exciting place - at least I've got a little David Gray to listen to and I finished inventory, finally, after two days - yuck.  Tomorrow is my day off and I don't plan on doing a whole lot of anything except cleaning, sleeping, eating... ah, the finer things in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-113089015234639352?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/113089015234639352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=113089015234639352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113089015234639352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113089015234639352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-free-food-can-suck.html' title='Why Free Food Can Suck'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-113051724014182424</id><published>2005-10-28T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:34:00.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep - How do I love Thee...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever woken up in the morning to find yourself in the best place ever?  I have and it was this morning... I cracked my eyes as I heard my alarm blarring in the background and discovered much to my delight that I was in the most comfortable position EVER and my bed was the perfect temperature.  I tell ya what, modern day miracles are happening all around us...and I got to experience one this morning.  So, I conviced myself that 15 more minutes of sleep wouldn't be too detrimental to the morning routine.  I had another weird dream again last night - I can't remember what it was, but it was weird.  I know for sure that Michele wasn't trying to convince me that I wanted to be a lesbian, that dream was super duper weird, I think that I must have killed someone - that sounds about right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-113051724014182424?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/113051724014182424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=113051724014182424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113051724014182424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/113051724014182424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/10/sleep-how-do-i-love-thee.html' title='Sleep - How do I love Thee...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-112993912044486590</id><published>2005-10-21T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T16:58:40.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Important...</title><content type='html'>Bet that title caught your attention... but today as I sat at work from where I am once again blogging, I realized that when someone has super important information to tell you and in their phone message tell you to call them as soon as possible, don't you think that if it was really important that they would just tell you in the message and not keep it to themselves? (I like run-on sentences)  Must not be so important you might think?  But then maybe it is so important that no one but you can them can know the message.  Maybe it is so important that it can't be spoken out loud?  Maybe it is so important that it can't be recorded on voice mail?  Then maybe you just start to imagine all of the crazy senarios in your mind - they found a million dollars or recently discovered a gold mine or found out the date of the end of the world or they are psycic (in which case they should have know that you wouldn't anwer and wouldn't have left such a message).&lt;br /&gt;  I know that this sounds really anal and obsessive, but here I sit, mulling over the fact that I can't get ahold of the person who has some "really important" piece of info to tell me and they won't answer their phone... I hope that they found a million dollars or even a billion for that matter and are going to share it with me... and yet here I sit on the verge of millionaire-dome without a clue in the world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-112993912044486590?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112993912044486590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=112993912044486590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/112993912044486590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/112993912044486590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/10/super-important.html' title='Super Important...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-112976198301979990</id><published>2005-10-19T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T15:46:41.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Paid for the Pointless...</title><content type='html'>I swear that my job is so pointless during the week...here is is what I have done since I got here...&lt;br /&gt;1. Get here 20 minutes early... I'm a speeder...&lt;br /&gt;2. Found my boss reading Star Magazine, she left shortly after...&lt;br /&gt;3. I sat down and read Star Magazine - riveting...really...&lt;br /&gt;4. Got a text from Skandrew - new fic update - really, really good...&lt;br /&gt;5. Discovered the Halloween m&amp;amp;ms in the candy bowl&lt;br /&gt;6. Checked out some of the funnier blogs out there&lt;br /&gt;7. Read a little more of the 1st Wheel of Time book&lt;br /&gt;8. Discovered a ginormous june bug thing, tried to kill it...it got away... and&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for it to attack yet again&lt;br /&gt;9. Decided I should update my blog&lt;br /&gt;10. Designed my own mini cooper, you should try it, it's really fun...&lt;br /&gt;11. I actually booked an appointment for tomorrow, so my five hours of&lt;br /&gt;sitting here have not been wasted (well, not totally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side I still got paid... and I got to do a lot of stuff that I wanted to... ah, to be rich and independently wealthy... those will be the days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-112976198301979990?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112976198301979990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=112976198301979990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/112976198301979990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/112976198301979990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/10/getting-paid-for-pointless.html' title='Getting Paid for the Pointless...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-112931137964234522</id><published>2005-10-14T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:36:19.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's almost offical - I only have a few more massages to give at clinic (5 to be exact) and then it is goodbye to school forever.  Over the next few weeks I will be getting all of my liscensing (i just tried to spell that for 2 minutes and I can't get it) done and then I can start to really make some mulah!  Too bad it costs so much to start making money...it't what I like to call ironic or something like a catch22. &lt;br /&gt;     On to bigger and scarier things, I am at work and there is this ginormous fly buzzing around and I think we all know how I feel about bugs that fly - I don't like 'em.  I freaked until I figured out that it was just a goliath fly, but I still wish that it would stop dive bombing me!  It flies really slow because it's humongoid body can barely be carried by it's teeny, tiny wings.  I'll have to dispose of him later.  I only hope that I can get his gargantuan body out the door.  Well, I should probably do some work or something...we'll see...ate mais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-112931137964234522?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112931137964234522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=112931137964234522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/112931137964234522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/112931137964234522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/10/graduation.html' title='Graduation!!!'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-112873363227767942</id><published>2005-10-07T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T18:07:12.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey and why it's great...</title><content type='html'>Well, I must say that even though I hadn't been to a hockey game in a while, I still love it.  Last night I sat through one of the worst games that I have ever seen and I'll have you know that it was one of the greatest games... not the greatest, but there was an awesome fight (which I love), I was freezing (which I don't love, but like at the ol' hockey game) and then there was the flip over the back move - I heart hockey!!!  I just don't understand how you can't enjoy it?  It's way better than baseball, football is a close contender, but hockey still takes the cake... and need I mention The Mighty Ducks (one of the greatest movies of our generation - I mean even Matt Crane is in it) I don't think so, so I won't... peace out peeps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-112873363227767942?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112873363227767942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=112873363227767942' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/112873363227767942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/112873363227767942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/10/hockey-and-why-its-great.html' title='Hockey and why it&apos;s great...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-112848270938956202</id><published>2005-10-04T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T20:25:09.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity, the continuing saga...</title><content type='html'>So, it's offical, I saw the long awaited Serenity and I loved it.  I love all of it, I did know before hand that certain people were going to die.  That was ruined for me days before I saw the movie (some of you people suck) BUT somehow I managed to overcome and got my happy ending.  I thought for a little while that they were all going to die much like Farscape, but to my delight many lived and there was a perfect set up for a sequal, which I am all for...In related news, the countdown continues and I find that graduation is but a week and a half away.  I know, I know, I can't wait to make money either!   And in other news, I am getting kicked off of my car insurance, apparently two accidents in one summer is more than they could handle, I thought that is what I paid them for!  More precious mulah wasted...wasted...and wasted.  Need I say more?  Not tonite - ate mais peeps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-112848270938956202?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112848270938956202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=112848270938956202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/112848270938956202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/112848270938956202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/10/serenity-continuing-saga.html' title='Serenity, the continuing saga...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-112810986848202724</id><published>2005-09-30T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T12:51:08.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Work...</title><content type='html'>I feel as if I am breaking all of the laws sitting here at work, updating my blog...At least if I was studying it would be something productive.  I doubt that I will get around to that though.  As graduation approaches I look back on my summer and this is the long and short of it:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Still live in Provo&lt;br /&gt;2- 2 car accidents&lt;br /&gt;3 - lots and lots of swimming&lt;br /&gt;4 - Michele's haircut&lt;br /&gt;5 - quitting the Leath (one of the greatest accomplishments of all time)&lt;br /&gt;6 - Watching The Pirate Movie&lt;br /&gt;7 - Several Trips to Fruitland...many yet to come&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feel that I have been very productive, don't you?  I know that I did a lot more,  I just can't think of it.  Ate mais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-112810986848202724?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112810986848202724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=112810986848202724' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/112810986848202724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/112810986848202724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/09/at-work.html' title='At Work...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-112788278904725688</id><published>2005-09-27T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:46:29.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sure that several of you thought that I was dead.  I'm not going to lie to you, it was a close call, but I have survived.  I may even get part of my life back very soon and I will once again be able to "hang out"... that's right folks - Massage Graduation is but a few days away.  I have only 9 days left and that includes all of my classes, finals and my dreaded Saturday Clinic Internship days (only three more days = 15 more unpaid massages).  I have a job offer up at the Homestead and I'm excited, so far so good.  I may even start making real money so that I can get the car fixed up...after the TWO accidents that happened this summer.  After 10 years of driving and no accidents, I suddenly have two in one summer...wha hoppen?  But hey, I survived and treck on...Peace out kids...until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-112788278904725688?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112788278904725688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=112788278904725688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/112788278904725688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/112788278904725688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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-11706908.post-112415552019772165</id><published>2005-08-15T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:25:20.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest post ever...</title><content type='html'>I'm sure by now that you have seen the sweetest post ever and after an entire month, I just couldn't find the energy to delete it.  I'm not gonna lie to ya, it's just a cool post.  I thought that I would finally get an update goin' here, but then I realized after a month I don't really have much to blog about.  My life sux, I think that I have mentioned that in various previous blogs.  Here is what has happen recently :  I got another 4.0 gpa at another grueling semester of school, good news is that I will be graduating in October - then I can get a real job and hopefully start to make some money... I am so poor... the great balloon ascension of 2005 was amazing (I need to add hot air balloon crew to my resume )... August is almost over, that sucks, time to pay bills again...weather is starting to cool off, less pool use, that sucks too...renewed love of brasilian music, don't know why, it's just back...new ward boundaries, we are getting the boot and being tacked onto a new ward...now we have to meet in the Maser (I can't spell it) building...I hate that place...                                         I just read this crap of a blog over and I can't believe how much of a complaining baby I am I can only hope that no one ever read this and that I come into a lot of money so that I can be independently wealthy.  Things can only get better... I do accept donations...lots and lot of donations... worth lots of money so that I don't starve to death...just a little note for those concerned friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706908-112415552019772165?l=thewickedrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/feeds/112415552019772165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706908&amp;postID=112415552019772165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/112415552019772165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706908/posts/default/112415552019772165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewickedrage.blogspot.com/2005/08/sweetest-post-ever.html' title='Sweetest post ever...'/><author><name>The Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10156930565639422033</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></feed>
