<?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-14439360</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:11:25.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Name of the Game?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-116917444385003866</id><published>2007-01-18T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:40:43.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mondodyne.com/1photogallery/travel/images/sunset%20over%20JB"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-116917444385003866?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116917444385003866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=116917444385003866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/116917444385003866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/116917444385003866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-116917449983767723</id><published>2007-01-18T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:41:39.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/1600/110354/flagnew1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/320/487300/flagnew1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INVASION OF THE PORTUGESE MAN O'WAR 2007 or Holy Crap I Posted Again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Smyrna Beach, FL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to NSB this past week with my mom, stepdad, little sister and her friend. Here is a picture montage of my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/1600/635132/snow%20crab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/320/838103/snow%20crab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/1600/610739/crabcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/320/756230/crabcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/1600/88822/golf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/320/438804/golf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/1600/657262/250px-Margarita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/320/116753/250px-Margarita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/1600/293412/pelican.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/320/850234/pelican.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/1600/284279/300px-Manatees_in_Blue_Spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/320/528159/300px-Manatees_in_Blue_Spring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/1600/486178/DOLPHIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/320/587501/DOLPHIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/1600/818186/manOWar_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/320/364460/manOWar_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/1600/410151/manOWar_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/1600/129662/ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/320/975860/ocean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6971/1306/1600/380958/ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-116917449983767723?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116917449983767723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=116917449983767723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/116917449983767723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/116917449983767723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2007/01/invasion-of-portugese-man-owar-2007-or.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-116406262050222942</id><published>2006-11-20T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:43:40.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I'm Thankful For:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my annual list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new apartment&lt;br /&gt;Flip Flops&lt;br /&gt;Homemade Raemon Noodles&lt;br /&gt;Anticipated snow days&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy's Olde Town Tavern&lt;br /&gt;my students&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Lite Raspberry Ice&lt;br /&gt;St. John's Wort&lt;br /&gt;My 4 loyal readers - thanks for sticking with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU THANKFUL FOR?????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-116406262050222942?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116406262050222942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=116406262050222942' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/116406262050222942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/116406262050222942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-im-thankful-for-here-is-my-annual.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-116364415646261169</id><published>2006-11-15T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:29:16.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NADA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So still nothing.  I realize there are worse things in life that can happen - however, in my current selfish world, this is as bad as it can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways - I moved.  I live alone again.  I love it!!!!  Yes - I miss my sister, but we are both better off.  I made 'Manda-tinis' tonight for myself and my friend that lives the apt. below me.  Manda-tinis consist of Mango rum and limeade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi Flash has given me the scenario of "if you blog, he will come".  I am not buying that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought old school rabbit ears last night - and now I get enough TV to suffice.  It provides me a little more entertainment than my record player. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today brought a funeral and a fired teammate at school.  AUGH!!!!  I don't get paid enough for this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways - tomorrow is the Thanksgiving luncheon at school.  And since my students acted like a bunch of turkeys while I was out at the school... my 5th grade students will be wearing homemade turkey hats at the luncheon.  The punishment must fit the crime right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS THE SNOW???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-116364415646261169?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116364415646261169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=116364415646261169' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/116364415646261169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/116364415646261169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2006/11/nada-so-still-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-116104277512329118</id><published>2006-10-16T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:53:37.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>32 and still don't get it....  (hence the name of my blog)&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't called in over a week. I was down there 2 weeks ago and things were great. There was one little snag involving his cousin getting a little too cozy with me while HE was sleeping but I would think that wouldn't be my fault. I called him last Sat. from my parents' house to ask about Thanksgiving plans and that was the last time I heard from him. Well, actually, he called this past Saturday night while I was at SHIT AGM and I called him back a few mins. later and he didn't answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I left him ANOTHER message today and told him I wasn't calling him anymore and I think he is being a bit juvenile by not calling me. Still no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGH - well, such is life I guess. Any input??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-116104277512329118?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116104277512329118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=116104277512329118' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/116104277512329118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/116104277512329118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2006/10/32-and-still-dont-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-116044430833309213</id><published>2006-10-09T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:42:25.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND SO..... (this is dedicated to Heidi - even though she was MEAN to me at VAIH - LYMI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to Batavia, Ny this weekend. It took me 12 hours to get there - normally 7 but I decided to go pick up my little sis at WVU. Well, I left at 3:15pm and got to my mom's house at 3:00am. AUGH!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got up at 8:30am to my mom's dog yapping like he was stuck in a chord. He wasn't, he had just SHIT outside my bedroom door and ripped the the garbage apart which involved coffee grounds. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a hair appt. at 11:30am. My hair looks crazy but that is what you get when you let a 20 year old from Batavia, NY do your hair. It's cheap....but still crazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got back to my mom's around 3:30pm. We drank some wine and by some I mean ALOT of wine. My friends had planned to meet me out - so I went. DRUNK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we went to another bar....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we went to T.F. Brown's... at this point... I decided it was my job to tell several people what was wrong with what they were doing. That went well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday - packed my car with my belongings for my new apt. Then went and looked at the cottages my parents are looking at to buy. LOTS of stairs...my step dad had a tick and I learned how out of shape I am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My question is this: I asked my boyfriend (via my mother) if he would come for Thanksgiving and he said no - he has to go hunting. I was mad as first... but now I don't really think it's a big deal??? What do you think???  I mean, Metro, Cockspur and I are going to go to the World's Largest Disco that Sat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;ON-ON to a LONGGGGGGGGGGGG Tuesdau&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-116044430833309213?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116044430833309213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=116044430833309213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/116044430833309213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/116044430833309213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-115628337241909301</id><published>2006-08-22T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T13:00:09.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/ocracoke%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over summer vacation, I....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't blogged at all this summer because - well, my summer has been boring. I did go to the Jimmy Buffett concert which was fun - pics to come shortly. But I did go to Ocracoke, NC to visit the guy I met in Key West. He has just retired from the Coast Guard and they were having a party for him. TOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSS of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/ocracoke%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/ocracoke%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/ocracoke%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/ocracoke%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/ocracoke%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/ocracoke%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/ocracoke%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/ocracoke%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/ocracoke%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/ocracoke%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/ocracoke%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/ocracoke%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-115628337241909301?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/115628337241909301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=115628337241909301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/115628337241909301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/115628337241909301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2006/08/over-summer-vacation-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-115504453331295155</id><published>2006-08-08T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:42:13.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby pandas look like 'red rockets'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="openSS(this.href);return false;" href="http://news.yahoo.com/photo/060808/481/xhg80108080634;_ylt=ApsArJTL0WNS_Qv5CU1Kgvj9xg8F;_ylu=X3oDMTA3bGk2OHYzBHNlYwN0bXA-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="openSS(this.href);return false;" href="http://news.yahoo.com/photo/060808/481/xhg80108080634;_ylt=AmPTs.5YpJ4czqt2nEt96Ar9xg8F;_ylu=X3oDMTA3bGk2OHYzBHNlYwN0bXA-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/capt.xhg80108080634.china_panda_twins_xhg801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/capt.xhg80108080634.china_panda_twins_xhg801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="openSS(this.href);return false;" href="http://news.yahoo.com/photo/060808/481/xhg80108080634;_ylt=ApsArJTL0WNS_Qv5CU1Kgvj9xg8F;_ylu=X3oDMTA3bGk2OHYzBHNlYwN0bXA-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-115504453331295155?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/115504453331295155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=115504453331295155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/115504453331295155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/115504453331295155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-pandas-look-like-red-rockets.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-114670543310747710</id><published>2006-05-03T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:38:37.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/crack%20kills.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEY WEST OR BUST 2006  (finally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was girls trip to Key West and boy was it fun. Wanna know how fun?? Just look: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/dirty%20jokes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/dirty%20jokes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met this guy on the street - he told us a few good jokes but the picture was definitely worth the $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/gang2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/gang2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met the crew of the USCG Decisive and hung out with them for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/steve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/betsy%20and%20capin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was the Captain - his name is Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/ryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/mariaryan2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there was Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/betsy%20tim%20mcgraw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/betsy%20tim%20mcgraw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Jim and Betsy at the Irish Kevin's Prom I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/shuck2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/shuck2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there was Chuck - or as he liked to call himself - Shuck. Chuck was pretty much drunk the whole time. He used witty lines like " come back to my rack" and "stick your tongue in my ear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarldess - I may or may not be going to see him this week in the outerbanks.  It's apparently very difficult to get him to make decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have more pics - but this entry has taken me almost 2 months to post, so I''m just gonna finish it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-114670543310747710?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/114670543310747710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=114670543310747710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/114670543310747710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/114670543310747710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2006/05/key-west-or-bust-2006-finally-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-114411752649253911</id><published>2006-04-03T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:25:26.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UMMMM EXCUSE ME&lt;br /&gt;CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say that I am going to Key West on Thursday.  For 12 Yes 12 Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate the playa hate the game!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - When the hell is the first camping trip that I would want to go to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-114411752649253911?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/114411752649253911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=114411752649253911' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/114411752649253911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/114411752649253911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2006/04/ummmm-excuse-me-can-i-have-your.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-114291036518912666</id><published>2006-03-20T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:06:05.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PURGING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday I took two bags of clothes to the Goodwill box.  Mainly clothes that are too big now - which is a good feeling.  So this purging made me think of purging as a life style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving helps a person to purge - I have this urge to purge some of my belongings, but I'm not moving for a while.  My sister and I have a ridiculous amount of Christmas decorations.  Not sure why - but I think it is because my mother does.  She decorates the whole house - even the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been in a relationship that has come to a purge or not purge stage.  We have gotten to a fork in the road - do we purge what we have or try to work on it??  He's fun and a lot like me.  But as far as relationships go, we view them differently.  Those that know me, know that I am pretty laid back - go with the flow kind of girl.  He is about being a "couple" and doing what he believes is what couples should do.  I am not a believer in establised rules for dating - everyone is different.  Also, I am the type of person who kind of needs someone to tell me directly what they want, need, etc....  I am not a mind reader after all.  I would love to be, but unfortunately am not.  The other issue is that he believes that a boyfriend/girlfriend should do things that they think they other wants them to do even if that person is not up to it.  I completely disagree with that.  If I'm tired or not interested in something I think I should be able to say so.  None of these unspoken expectations and rules.  Why is it easy to make friends with people but difficult to make a relationship work when really all it is (or should be) is a glorified friendship.  AUGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways - that was my thought for the day - purging.  Now if only I could purge that thai food I had for dinner, life would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 days&lt;/strong&gt; until KEY WEST with Metro Ho, Dick In The Eye and Maria.!!!!  WOOOHOOOO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-114291036518912666?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/114291036518912666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=114291036518912666' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/114291036518912666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/114291036518912666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2006/03/purging-well-yesterday-i-took-two-bags.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-114108663558715132</id><published>2006-02-27T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:43:10.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And She's Back -&lt;br /&gt;Hey all.... after a little hiatus, and some bitchin' from loyal readers, I am posting tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long weekend at WISHHH and a jaunt up to the beau's house, I am exhausted. However, both were good. It was nice to see some (and not nice to see others) wankers this weekend - like Heidi Flash, Mrs. F*ck No, my main man Betel Geuse, Doc, Video X (even though she was REALLY reserved this weekend and no Flock of Seagulls impressions) skinny Ear Shot, Tinky, Porkey Mon, Hedgy, Craw Daddy (because he serenaded me with Jimmy Buffett at 2am), and many others - even Clam. Unfortunately I blew my wad Friday night and was broke down on Sat. There was toast, $70 pizza and beers, many true confessions like always, drunk Roofie, creepy hashers, stupid jokes, sex toy party, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways - things with Chris (the guy) are going well. We get along really well and are still feeling each other out. But seems like things are going to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got invited to a baby shower for my best friend in NY on the 12th. AUGH!!! I just went home a month ago for my other friends baby shower (baby was born on the 21st).  What to do, what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week I got in trouble at work for having too many absences.  I have missed 7 days since September.  We are given 12 a year and they roll over.  Anyways, my principal called me in her office and 'talked' to me about it.  Now I have a dilemma.  I am going to Key West in April for spring recess and was going to take a few wrap around days like I did last year.  Do I tell the truth or lie????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-114108663558715132?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/114108663558715132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=114108663558715132' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/114108663558715132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/114108663558715132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-shes-back-hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113892434549643893</id><published>2006-02-02T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T18:52:25.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YEAH -&lt;br /&gt;I finally hit my 50th "run" with the SHIT hash.  And by 50 Udder means 75, since that is the number on the bandana he gave me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those that missed the P#ssy Control Hash - it was F-U-N.  Or atleast the girls thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth the hangover and .4 lb. gain at weigh in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a Biggest Loser challenge at my school.  I am losing.  Damn beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113892434549643893?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113892434549643893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113892434549643893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113892434549643893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113892434549643893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-yeah-i-finally-hit-my-50th-run-with.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113892374319070735</id><published>2006-02-02T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:00:27.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/tulips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Cuz Boozie said so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in a while. Just been sooooo busy. I hash on Tuesdays, teach an afterschool program on Weds. and Thursdays and just started dating someone new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... let's see. I went to NY this past weekend for a baby shower. It was nice to see some of my friends since I didn't get to see anyone over Christmas. My friend Dawn is the pregnant one and looks soooo cute. I was never sure if her and her husband were going to have babies so its nice to see them sooooo happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started dating Chris a couple of weeks ago. So far so good. The hardest thing is just getting used to dating someone on a regular basis. He seems nice. We have played pool, gone to Dave and Busters, had dinner at his place, he's come here twice and on Friday he is taking me to a work function at Maggiano's in Bethesda. THEN - I am taking him to the Caps game on Tuesday. So I am curious to see how he interacts socially. I think he will be okay. Oh yeah, he brought me tulips last week too.... see above. So we shall see!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now that I am dating someone all the old guys seem to be crawling out of the woodwork. Guy #1 text messaged and wanted to get together, Guy #3 was in Batavia while I was home, Moose call randomnly Tuesday night - haven't heard from him since November (he left a message that said "Hey you, its the Moose guy. Give me a call back on my cell - my number is 703 ummmm ummmmm ummmmmm ummmmm, well you know the number." - SOOO DRUNK). It's all funny to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my life in a nutshell. I am looking forward to WISHHH. AND KEY WEST in April. Wooohooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groundhog says 6 more weeks of winter but where the heck is the snow??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113892374319070735?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113892374319070735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113892374319070735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113892374319070735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113892374319070735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-cuz-boozie-said-so.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113685910089096937</id><published>2006-01-09T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:28:49.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_31_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a Vacation -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... this is my holidays in a nutshell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left VA on the 22nd. Drove to Batavia.&lt;br /&gt;Got up early on the 23rd, drove to Rochester to finish (start for Betsy) my Christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Drove back to Batavia, changed, drove to Grand Island to celebrate with my dad's side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_31_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/12_31_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_31_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/12_31_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_31_26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/12_31_26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_31_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/12_31_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_31_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/12_31_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_31_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/12_31_19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Christmas Eve. We went out to dinner. It was fun. Then my mother and I came home and sang Karaoke until 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_31_30.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my mothers Christmas tree And Betsy showing off all her gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_31_30.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/12_31_30.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_31_28.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/12_31_28.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my brother, sister in law and sick babies came over. There are no pics of my niece cuz she slept the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_31_33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/12_31_33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was taken for my dad - since he gave my nephew a DOLL for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_31_33.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it was time for dinner - with crackers. An English/Canadian tradition. Inside is a paper crown, a prize and some jokes.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_31_41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/12_31_41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then there was some of this - even though we didn't want it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_31_38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/12_31_38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the 26th, we went to my dad's house. We hung out, talked, drank some Flirtinis. Him and Donna gave me an Ipod Shuffle, engraved with SMAC on the side and filled with Jimmy Buffett songs - plus 3 CDs with like 500 songs on them. That was my favorite gift. (Thanks SMAC Daddy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we were supposed to come back to VA, but we had to go to Canada for a few days as my step-father's dad died. So we did a little of this for a few days:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_31_46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/12_31_46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it was Happy New Years!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113685910089096937?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113685910089096937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113685910089096937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113685910089096937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113685910089096937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-need-vacation-so.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113651353611002097</id><published>2006-01-05T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T21:12:16.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I'm Just not Over My Ex Girlfriend Yet" and questions from my sex education class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep - I've heard that now twice in the past month.  Why do guys "date" if they aren't over their ex girlfriends yet?  I think its an excuse.  The most recent one really threw me for a loop.  He asked me to the movies, came to my New Years Eve party, took me out to dinner then said that.  Sounds like he lost interest somewhere in there.  Oh well.  NEXT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now onto the questions my 5th grade girls asked during sex ed class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Aren't we too young for this stuff?&lt;br /&gt;2)  Is it possible to stop after some eggs hatch?&lt;br /&gt;3)  How would you know your tampon size?&lt;br /&gt;4) If your pregnant 4 like 9 months and sperm enters your body what happens?&lt;br /&gt;5) Do prugnent ladies have a baly botton?&lt;br /&gt;6)  When the first people on the Earth were pregnant, did the child have to marry the father or their brother or sister or mom?&lt;br /&gt;7) How does a mother that has triplets or twins carry them in there amniotic sac?&lt;br /&gt;8)  How do you know when the time is right?&lt;br /&gt;9)  Is fertilization painful?&lt;br /&gt;10) How about if you are about to have a baby but you have sex again can you have another baby?&lt;br /&gt;11)  Animals do not have sex do they?&lt;br /&gt;12)  If you are holding your breath and you are pregnant will the baby be able to breath?&lt;br /&gt;13)  Can a women not have a baby ever?&lt;br /&gt;14)  Do you have to be married to have a baby?&lt;br /&gt;15)  Does anything strange happen while you are pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;16)  My mother said some guy had HIV and he was bleeding on his head when he dove in the water.  Why didn't they close the pool?&lt;br /&gt;17)  Is AIDS when you get green blood?&lt;br /&gt;18)  What if you have constipation?&lt;br /&gt;19)  Is it bad to be adopted (like me)?&lt;br /&gt;20)  Can the baby think in the uterus?&lt;br /&gt;21)  What side of the pad do you put against your underwear??&lt;br /&gt;22)  If sex is when the mans peunis goes into the vagina then its not called French Kissing?&lt;br /&gt;23)  What if you have sexual contact with a person with STDs and you already have STDs?&lt;br /&gt;24)  Why do you get a baby when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there - that is what I dealt with for a week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for a summary of my Winter Vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113651353611002097?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113651353611002097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113651353611002097' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113651353611002097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113651353611002097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-just-not-over-my-ex-girlfriend-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113512310023711404</id><published>2005-12-20T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:58:20.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boy - They Let Anyone Make a Perfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell does this smell like???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hechts.com/gifts/OnlineShopping/WB?DSP=4&amp;PCR=14:10000:10323:11775&amp;amp;IID=120954&amp;c=1"&gt;http://www.hechts.com/gifts/OnlineShopping/WB?DSP=4&amp;amp;PCR=14:10000:10323:11775&amp;IID=120954&amp;amp;c=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for today!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for my blog entitled"Questions asked during Sex Education"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113512310023711404?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113512310023711404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113512310023711404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113512310023711404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113512310023711404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/12/boy-they-let-anyone-make-perfume-what.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113496003712740392</id><published>2005-12-18T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:40:37.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hear 'em singing 'Happy Birthday' Better think about the wish I make. This year gone byAin't no piece of cake. - Jimmy Buffett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was my birthday weekend. I started it off with some gifts from my students - a very oddly made calendar, but only contained the months of November and December from 2004, a bag of chocolate gold coins, a stuffed dog and an actually nice purple party lites candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went shopping and bought some new pants. Came home, got ready with Betsy and Tuppy and headed over to Money Penny's. That was fun. I stayed until about 11:30 then headed home. I had to get my rest for the BON JOVI concert compliments of my mom and Alan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat. morning, Betsy brought me a Latte from Starbuck's and a piece of blueberry coffee cake. She gave me a gift card to Starbuck's and make up from Estee Lauder. I love it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then got ready to head downtown for some margaritas and food. Carmen and Late Night joined us. We stuffed ourselves and headed over to the concert. We had great seats. Before the concert started you could send text messages to a number and they would post on the screen. That was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then HE came out. God, he is still sooooooooooooooo cute. It was soooo much fun. Here is a pretty bad picture from the concert... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/bonjovi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/bonjovi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert we went to Douchberg and F Em Dano's party.  Stayed there until about 3:30am and then had Kane drive us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, spent most of the day just being lazy.  Wasn't hungover, just tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a great birthday.  Now onto Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113496003712740392?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113496003712740392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113496003712740392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113496003712740392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113496003712740392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/12/hear-em-singing-happy-birthday-better.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113434252511952433</id><published>2005-12-11T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T22:36:46.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_11_0.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know When You Just Need To Take a Break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't make you a bad person, its just a personal need to take a break from something. I have decided to take a break for the every weekend partying thing. So the past two weekends, I have gone out on dates with a guy who lives in HAGERSTOWN. Yes, Hagerstown. He's nice - 38, but doesn't look or act it, is a fellow teacher and owns a beautiful house. We went to the bookstore, out to dinner, watched movies, cooked dinner, picked out light fixtures and went to the movies. No drinking involved. It was nice. Not sure anything will come of this, but its fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/christmas%20tree.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought a 9ft. artificial Christmas tree off of Ebay 2 weeks ago. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/christmas%20tree.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/christmas%20tree.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was for local pick up only, so I drove to Germantown to get it. I paid $45 for it - originally $250. Good deal - except it was just too big for the living room. So I tried reselling it on Craigs List, but no takers. So, I thought and I thought. I finally decided to try putting up just half of the tree. It worked. It looks nice too if I say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/tree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/tree2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like putting the tree up every year, because all of my ornaments are from places I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_11_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/12_11_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfing Santa from my trip to Hawaii to visit Betsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_11_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/12_11_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Christmas Armadillo from when I went to San Antonio for my friend Matt's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/skis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/skis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skis from Mt. Tremblant ski weekend trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/12_11_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/12_11_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This from Mamma Mia in Buffalo with my mom, sisters and sister in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/australia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/australia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Australia Christmas Nut - for my trip to Sydney for my best friend's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to work tomorrow for the last week of my life as a 31 year old. Bon Jovi and 32nd bday on Sat. Wooohoooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113434252511952433?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113434252511952433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113434252511952433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113434252511952433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113434252511952433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-know-when-you-just-need-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113331986996462544</id><published>2005-11-29T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:04:29.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO HERE I AM AGAIN....&lt;br /&gt;Phew... the holiday week was a whirlwind.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;Weds.: Worked until 1pm. Came home, wasn't feeling well. Laid down to take a nap. My mom and step-dad dropped my little sister off to us and they continued on to Williamsburg. My sisters and I went out to dinner, it snowed. My one sister - I won't say which one, drank just about 2 bottles of wine. When we came home, this same sister proceeded to sing Karaoke ALONE and the other sister and I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Thurs.: Woke up, drove to Williamsburg. Drank some wine, speed eating, then more wine, a trip to Walmart for a Karoake machine and some CD's. A little bit of this: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/11_25_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/11_25_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/11_25_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/11_25_23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde chick is my little sister. The other two were probably 2 of the cutest, funniest chicks I have ever met. The remainder of the night was spent singing. I spent the night at the Super 8 in the room I reserved for my sisters and I, but neither of them could make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Got up, drove back to Fairfax to prepare for my step dad's suprise 50th Birthday. We had 4 people from Canada flying in for the event. We had to shop, buy a tablecloth, clean, cook, prepare, set the table, etc... all done with a hangover and trying to keep it a secret from my step dad. We had told him that Valerie, Alli, Nick and Brian were coming over for a dinner party. So the time finally arrived, Betsy went and picked up the Canadians and I got my mom and little sister upstairs. They rang the doorbell and when Alan opened it they were singing Happy Birthday in French. It looked something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/11_29_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/11_29_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/11_29_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/11_29_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/11_29_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/11_29_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good times for sure!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat.:  Just lounged around.  Ordered Indian, Thai and Afghani.  YUMMY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  Everyone left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my holiday.  I also got an email from a very good friend of mine.  He claims he wasn't drunk...  you be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey everybody I just wanted to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving!! I lost touch with most of you, so hopefully we can get back in touch. Tommorrow I'm going to start searching for the bum I bought A Subway sub for last holiday season, but this year I'm going to get him drunk. I'm going to make it a tradition. He was so excited when I bought him a sub last year, I can't wait to see when I buy him a beer. Next year I'm buying him an X Box. I love bums. I think this could catch on, so everyone find a bum and get him drunk this year.Report back so I can hear how it went. Also this holiday season, everyone should find one midget and give them a piggy back ride. They love piggy back rides. They may seem reluctant at first, but they love it. If you do not feel comfortable doing this then forget about the bum, and get the midget drunk. Then have them give you a piggy back ride, it will make them feel good because you are treating them like a regular sized person. Another good idea for the Holiday Season is to find a Nun and ask her to make out. This may seem crazy but nuns are really horny. I made out with 5 nuns last year. I'm just trying to throw some ideas out there, to spread holiday cheer. If anyone else have some good suggestions please let me know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113331986996462544?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113331986996462544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113331986996462544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113331986996462544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113331986996462544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-here-i-am-again.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113254044589890598</id><published>2005-11-20T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:34:05.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO IT'S BEEN A WEEK SINCE I BLOGGED...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;Well let's see....  not too much happened this week...  went hashing Tuesday - drank WAY too much....&lt;br /&gt;Met with my writing group on Thursday and finally shared my children's story I have been working on since March....  They really enjoyed it and gave me great feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I stayed home - cleaned, blah blah blah.  Moose called a couple of times.  I didn't talk to him until Saturday afternoon.  We just chatted about stuff...nothing big.  Still weird to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy #1 is UPSET with me.  I haven't heard from him for about 3 weeks.  I had sent him a few text messages asking where he was, if he was okay, etc....  I also left him a message Tuesday night.  Not sure what I said.  He sent me a text message Friday saying that he was upset with me.  That I assume too quickly and that we need to talk.  So we haven't talked yet...  but I am not sure why he is upset with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGH!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now its all about cleaning, prepping for the weekend.  My mother and step dad are coming down and they just told us they are staying with us and bringing their dog.  ZOINKS!!!  I guess I have to give up my bedroom for the weekend and we are putting the dog in a kennel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 days of work this week.  Yippee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I am Thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;1.  My laptop computer&lt;br /&gt;2.  My down comforter&lt;br /&gt;3.  Blue Cheese&lt;br /&gt;4.  My niece and nephew&lt;br /&gt;5.  My S.H.I.T. pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thankful for??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113254044589890598?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113254044589890598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113254044589890598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113254044589890598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113254044589890598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-its-been-week-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113202083628989242</id><published>2005-11-14T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:13:56.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NoTHing to REport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend involved Happy Hour/drunk text messaging to Guy#2 and Moose.  #2 responded with "I was a good boy."  Hmmm....  my text messaging doesn't allow me to look back at what i wrote.  Interesting.  Tomorrow is his birthday, should probably wish him well.  Moose called on Sunday and left a message that went something like this "Hey, it's Moose.  Give me a call later.  Actually not tonight I'm tied up.  Call me tomorrow.  No wait, actually, I will call you back on Sunday."  WTF???  Needless to say, he didn't call back.  I am not going to call him again.  It's silly at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I pretty much did nothing...Betsy and I watched some movies, bought some snacks and lounged.  I did a little work and called it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - worked all day.  Dealt with drunk Betsy after kick ball party.  That was fun - I think I answered the same question 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh y eah, I bought a Palm Pilot - the Z22.  It's the cheapest one, but just what I needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it.... made a great Weight Watchers Pasta Primavera tonight.  Yummyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and some low fat Oatmeal cookies - made with apple sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone going to Bon Jovi on Dec. 17th????  That's my bday and I REALLY want to go....  (hint hint Betsy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113202083628989242?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113202083628989242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113202083628989242' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113202083628989242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113202083628989242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/11/nothing-to-report-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113191888269981338</id><published>2005-11-13T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T16:54:42.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just Do It!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;var frappr_photo_length = 400;var frappr_photo_orientation = "wide";var frappr_host = "&lt;a href="http://www.frappr.com/"&gt;http://www.frappr.com/";var&lt;/a&gt; gid = 43557;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113191888269981338?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113191888269981338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113191888269981338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113191888269981338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113191888269981338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-do-it-var-frapprphotolength.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113149134775475775</id><published>2005-11-08T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T18:10:06.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PARENT TEACHER CONFERENCES ARE OVER - SKIPPY SKOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last two days are probably the days I dread the most during the school year. Meeting with the parents ALL day. Most are pretty good, some can't speak English - so i have to organize a translator. But they are over now!!! I met with one parent last FRIDAY for an IEP (Individualized Education Plan) meeting for 1.5 hours. Then had to meet with her again on Monday for a freakin' conference. She doesn't speak one lick of English - so it takes twice as long. AUGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been soooooo tired the last two days. I guess that is what 7 hours of sleep over 3 days will do to a girl. But boy those pics are good - nice work Guy #3 and Weeeee!!!  "It's a Virginia Interhash thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guy #4 (the cop) just called and asked if I wanted to go shopping and out to dinner on Thursday - hmmm, UH YEAH!!! I haven't been on a REAL date in a long time. So we will see if he really follows through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided today I need a Palm Pilot. I need something to put my meetings, assignments, etc... in that will remind me. I am horrible with my Outlook calendar. Anyone have any suggestions on a good one - not expensive?? Maybe I should wait until my birthday or Christmas though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moose called on Thursday - did I tell this story already?? He called at 1pm and then again at 6pm. We chatted - kids, Halloween, school, etc... then asked what I was doing that weekend and I told him I was going camping. He then said - alright, well I should give you my email address - those are really good people. Meaning the hashers I would assume. So he gave it to me and that was it. I DON:T GET IT. Maybe I need to use one of my Sexy Spells on him. Actually I am over it... too much time has passed at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a little better in the Football picks this week...except I picked the damn HOKIES. But I am still in first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Frozen stir fry with snap peas added and pot stickers with Hoison sauce. I love me some Hoison sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of Weight Watchers this week. Not that I did that bad over the weekend - couldn't, I didn't like any of the food. I ate a TON today. Damn going away breakfasts and lunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to write a story or poem for Grad Class tomorrow so we can discuss it. No pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113149134775475775?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113149134775475775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113149134775475775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113149134775475775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113149134775475775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/11/parent-teacher-conferences-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113140909807304339</id><published>2005-11-07T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T19:27:29.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And what a Buena Vista It Was!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/Buena%20Vista%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/Buena%20Vista%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided Thursday night to attend Virginia Interhash. I am glad I did. My principal wouldn't let me leave early on Friday because we were having a Walk for the Homeless... so I stayed. I left at 3:15 and headed out. It took me 1.5 hours to get to Manassas, so I said F this and jumped onto 234 and stopped and bought a map. I figured out a new way and was on my way. I arrived at about 7:30. I got real confused when I got in the park and was auto hashing the Friday trail backwards. I thought the flour was laid to get me to the camp site. I ran into AHHB, Doc, etc... and they somewhat pointed me in the right direction. Actually, the park police got me there - I had had a Road Soda a little bit before this and was a little worried... but they were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/Pink%20tent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/Pink%20tent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I got there, Weeeee!!! helped me bring my stuff over. Ooompah Loompah came out of nowhere and set up the tent (I won't say my tent, cuz Betsy will get mad since I borrowed her tent. Also, I borrowed her down comforter . I made a mistake.) So up the tent went, and then I put the air mattress in there and quickly realized that the pump was dead and I didn't have the charger. No mattress for me Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon joined the others. I had some catching up to do. We danced, drank, etc... it was fun. Around 2:30 I went to bed. About 4am I woke up FREEZING and had to pee. AUGH!!! When I got back I decided to put on just about everything I had brought with me... including my hat. That was a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 7am to Clean Clam acting like a little retarded child. SHUT UP, SHUT UP, STOP SHIVERING, SHUT UP, CUERVO STOP MOVING, SHUT UP. Damn her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got up around 8ish. Looked for some water, OJ, something. All I could find was coffee. I don't drink coffee, so beer it was. "If you don't start drinking in the morning, you can't drink all day." Then Guy #3 gave me a Mountain Dew. That helped. Then back to beer. So we did a lot of hanging out Saturday. Even got a sunburn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent pretty much the whole day shooting the shit with Heidi Flash, Lollipop, BG, Certified, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then evening came - I spoke with Short Circuit - straight up Lynchburg. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/short%20circuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/short%20circuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He spoke in a way that was difficult to understand - I went to the Ha, and picked up Pencil Dick at the airpo - etc.... I soon had a new friend. At one point he asked me if he could do me up against the post in the pavilion. Then he did something else and I walked away down to the fire. Apparently my REALLY good friends Certified and Lollipop told him that I really did like him and that he should follow me. And he did. And then he put his hands down the back of my pants and said "Let's go to a dark place." Hedgy quickly rescued me, quickly followed by my two really good friends coming down to bask in their REALLY funny joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced, acted a fool and went to bed super early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am - Clean Clam on the phone - Shut Up, Shut Up.... AUGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed up and headed out. Thankfully it only took 2.5 hours to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113140909807304339?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113140909807304339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113140909807304339' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113140909807304339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113140909807304339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-what-buena-vista-it-was-i-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113089798467144448</id><published>2005-11-01T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:20:41.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOME ALONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Betsy went on her cruise. I got up at 5am on Sat. and drove her and Lisa to the airport. Then later that night I went to Allysa's Halloween party and got home at 5am. In the midst of the party apparently my "pills" fell out of my purse and onto the deck. Of course Woosh found them, picked them up and yelled - "Whose pills?" Haha... that's my luck alright. That's right folks - 24 hours. Woooohooooo!!! Keeps me young. I have no pictures of the party - but somebody out there does - SHARE PLEASE!!!! A friend of mine asked me to go to some dinner with him Tuesday night - I said okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I was useless. I went grocery shopping - that was it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - tired, still hungover I think. I had to come home from work and do 6.5 hours of work to make up for the work I wasn't able to do on Sunday. I do curriculum development on the side for the county and my project was due Tuesday morning and I hadn't started it - At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - today. Welcome to November. I was in a miserable mood today. Not sure why - but a couple of my students took the brunt of it - espcecially the one who stuck his tongue out at me behind my back cuz I asked him to stop eating a candy bar during Math class. Came home from work and decided not to go to the Hash - trying to spare people. So I went for a Wun (walk/run) did my grad school homework, corrected some Reading Journals and made a veggie burger for dinner. It's no fun cooking fancy dinners for myself. Anyways, my phone rang at 6:10. It was the guy that asked me to go to the dinner with him. I wasn't here and he didn't leave a message - but come on. The dinner started at 6:30 in DC. Poor planning. So.... I haven't heard from the Moose since Friday. I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is grad class - I think I need that. I love the class so it will be good for me. I think I need to start tanning - this time change is killing me - its so dark so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah - to go to VAIH or not??  That is the question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. The sun will come out tomorrow it's only a day away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113089798467144448?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113089798467144448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113089798467144448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113089798467144448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113089798467144448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/11/home-alone-so-betsy-went-on-her-cruise.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113045936264876875</id><published>2005-10-27T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T19:33:10.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TGIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad its Thursday. We went to Weight Watchers - down 1.4lbs. Not too bad considering Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to report today. Moose and I have been text messaging, but I think I scared him off as I haven't heard from him since about 1pm. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those of you wondering how I got back in touch with him - I sent a letter to him. Yep, that's right, good old fashioned Postal Service. He didn't think it was stalkerish as I was worried about. He looked at it like I did - I knew where he lived, so it made sense. There, I spilled the beans. DON'T JUDGE ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see from Eunuch's blog that it is possible to dognap Cuervo for a bit. Hmmmmm - I may take him up on that offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone else did this, I will too...&lt;br /&gt;Weekend Update:&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Hang out with Betsy cuz she's FINALLY (just joking) leaving for her cruise.&lt;br /&gt;Sat: Get up at 4:59am and drive Betsy to the airport. Go back to bed hopefully. Go the the thrift shop and hope that they have the last part of my costume. Go to Alyssa's party.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Recover and do some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:  Veggie Burger on English Muffins, baked fries and 4 Bags of Gold (don't know what these are??  Safeway has them and they are gooooooood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all kids....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113045936264876875?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113045936264876875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113045936264876875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113045936264876875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113045936264876875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/tgit-i-am-glad-its-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113035595509153384</id><published>2005-10-26T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:18:50.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KILLER GUACAMOLE...&lt;br /&gt;I took today off - so I got to watch some day time TV. Actually I watched the Tivo taped Ellen DeGeneres shows. There is an ad for the soap opera Passions that says "And she will get back at him with Killer Guacamole." AUGH. Yeah that really makes me wanna watch. Also, I haven't watched Days of Our Lives in about 10 years....however the same thing is still going on - Sami is crazy, Marlana is still slutting around with John and Roman, etc... it's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was the SHIT Annual Halloween Hash. It was fun. I even pre planned and took today off in anticipation. Costumes were good - The Castaways of Gilligan's Island, Grandma and Grampa, The Weather Channel Girl, the orange cone guy, and me as Nancy Drew. Here are some pics: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_26_1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/10_26_1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Weather Girl Betsy Cantore talking with Gilligan about the recent devastation to his island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_26_4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/10_26_4.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here we have Weather Girl Betsy Cantore looking very concerned while listening to the accounts Nancy Drew is telling her about how the storm has affected her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_26_5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/10_26_5.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also spoke with some locals who chose to ride out the storm in the comfort of their favorite bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_26_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/10_26_2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is a pic of Grandma and Grandpa.  Such a happy couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the sideways issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this stuff happenened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you all for coming out last night on what is sure to go down in the record books as the coldest Halloween Pub Crawl EVER. However, I am writing this to remind you that although the hash has no rules, there are still laws in the state of Virginia that we must follow. We are no longer invited to Mighty Mike's. We were asked to leave because someone brought in Jell-o shooters. I'm not sure if they were actually consumed in the bar, but regardless, you CANNOT bring outside alcohol into a bar. Even if the law was broken, the way they reacted was completely ridiculous. I promise we will NEVER go back to that bar again. I also had to talk with the owner of the Pelly last night. Someone tried to leave with a wooden mug full of beer last night. You CANNOT leave with alcohol from a bar. Hello, open container laws. Finally, I was witness to someone stealing the bartenders tip money last night. Dude, if you need to steal dollars from someone else's tip to buy your own beer, you might have a problem. Don't worry, we took care of the bartender (Mole's brother) and we'll keep an eye on the tip thief, too. In conclusion: 1. Don't take alcohol INTO a bar. 2. Don't take alcohol OUT of a bar. 3. Don't take someone's tip money. Thanks again to the cast and crew of Gilligan's Island! XOXOX tuppy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in the evening, I realized I had a voice mail. I checked it and it was the &lt;strong&gt;Moose.&lt;/strong&gt; Finally. So I called back and left him a message. He called back and then met us out at the Pelli. He even karaokeed humpty dance. So that is good. We will see what happens now. My stalking finally paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, tomorrow you will probably get a look at the Love Letter Betsy received recently. Good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113035595509153384?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113035595509153384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113035595509153384' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113035595509153384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113035595509153384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/killer-guacamole.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-113011794129848853</id><published>2005-10-23T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:50:19.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH WHAT A NIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went to a co-worker's for a Happy Hour. I was planning on staying there briefly but then all hell broke loose. A fellow coworker - a 22 year old newbie teacher - got a little nuts. She drank wine - A LOT!!! She started telling us the woes of her life - that her "daddy" was at home with his whore - the woman he left her mother for - the mom's best friend. That she is 420 friendly, blah blah blah. She then proceeded to try to drive home to Ashburn from Burke - not that I have any idea how far that is. We wouldn't let her and she didn't want to crash. She was on the phone with her ex boyfriend "Beefy" whom we spoke to and he apparently called her mother who came to pick her up. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   She did however inform us as she was spitting over the side of her chair that "Spitters are people to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that drama, I journeyed on to Carpool in Herndon for a few more cocktails. That was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy #4 called me after he got off of work at 2am. I know we talked for a while, but no idea what about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, I was sooooooooo hungover on Sat. That was alright because I was supposed to get up at 5am and take Betsy to the airport. However, Wilma put a damper on that. So she is still in VA with a Tuesday morning departure. Poor Cancun: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/03_27_87.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/03_27_87.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/03_27_59.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/03_27_59.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So didn't do too much today. Laundry, a little cleaning, made some chili, etc.... Guy #2 called tonight out of the blue. I haven't talked to him in over a month. Interesting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. Continue to do the anti-hurricane dance for Betsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-113011794129848853?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113011794129848853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=113011794129848853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113011794129848853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/113011794129848853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-what-night-friday-i-went-to-co.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112985314932008164</id><published>2005-10-20T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T19:10:43.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM NO GOOD AT STALKING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have tried...but I am unable to track him down. So at this point, the situation with the Moose is at a lull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unless anyone can come up with something outstanding...I give up - NEXT! Haha...just kidding.   Someone commented that we must have really hit it off... well that isn't the case.  We did get along okay - drunk.  It is more the issue that maybe he put my number in his phone incorrectly.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was a Weight Watchers Day - I am down 2.2 Not bad considering I drank gallons of beer on Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I saw two interesting things&lt;br /&gt;1) A wood chipper truck with mexicans sitting in the back on top of the wood chips - &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/mexican%20limo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/400/mexican%20limo.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry - you have to look closely. They are really there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw this and I saw it coming :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/crash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/400/crash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DAMN VIRGINIA DRIVERS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEKEND AGENDA:&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Happy Hour at coworker Jons house, then Carpool (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Thrift store to complete Halloween costumes&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night - Hmmm not sure&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Take Betsy to airport, Jimmy's for game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is all... Everyone do an Anti Hurricane dance for Metro. She is scheduled to leave from Fort Lauderdale on Monday for a cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/map_tropprjpath24_ltst_5nhato_enus_600x405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/400/map_tropprjpath24_ltst_5nhato_enus_600x405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112985314932008164?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112985314932008164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112985314932008164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112985314932008164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112985314932008164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-no-good-at-stalking-well-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112968914284320341</id><published>2005-10-18T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T21:32:22.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT'S A GIRL TO DO??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...so the cute guy from the Moose...  when I dropped him off, he asked for my phone number.  We didn't have a pen, so he put it in his cell phone and called my phone - which was in my bag in the back of my car.  When I got home, there was no missed call.  SO......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Did he just pretend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Did he enter the number wrong??  We were pretty hung over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what should I do??  My sister thinks I should track him down - I know where he works and I also have a connection to him via Sully's.    However, does that make me a crazy acting chick?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy I work with said it would be awesome if a girl tracked him down - but I'm not sure about that - he's only 24 - what does he know??&lt;br /&gt;HELP!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112968914284320341?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112968914284320341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112968914284320341' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112968914284320341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112968914284320341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/whats-girl-to-do-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112959108226367108</id><published>2005-10-17T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:18:02.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PIRATES, MOOSE AND BILLS OH MY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a good weekend. It was a tough one - but I survived. However, I am awaiting pics to be posted from AGM so I can steal some. I didn't take my camera as I was nervous about misplacing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started at 3 at start. Many people donned their pirate garb for trail. We walked and we walked and we walked and all we really wanted was to get back and start the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we made it back after Metro, Friendly Thighs and I made a pit stop at the Port-o-John at the construction site. We circled up, did our thing, then headed over to the Herndon Moose Lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our give-a-ways and ate dinner. It was good - Caribbean based - meat pies, jerk chicken, beans and rice, tortillas and dip. And BEER served by the best bartender this side of the Potomac - BASIL!!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/carmenamanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/carmenamanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/betsybaddog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/betsybaddog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of myself and Carmen and the other one is of Metro doing the Jitter Bug with Bad Dog.  He is pretty light on his feet while dancing - who knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon, the band started as did my cheers for Honky Tonk Woman. They did play it and it was slightly better than last year. We danced, played invisible jump rope, did the Pinata and called it a night. At the end, I spotted a cute guy. I talked with him and found out he was a Moose. We discussed what to call two members of the Moose Club - Meese, Moosi. I invited to him the party at Corns house. Everyone hung out, danced, walked on the balance beam, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left around 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, got up, and went to Jimmy's for the Buffalo Bills Tailgate party. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_17_1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/10_17_1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a good time. I'd Rather and GO Easy joined us for food, beer and a Bills victory. Scott Norwood - Bills Kicker that had a chance to win Super Bowl XXV with seconds remaining before his 47-yard field-goal attempt sailed wide right. We were nice to him and got our picture taken with him. Betsy did the talking and informed him we were from Batavia...not sure he cared or even knew where it was. Not a great pic of me - looking fat and &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/10_17_0.jpeg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;               hungover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So that ended around 8 with a tremendous Bills victory and we went home and I crashed!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next up:  Halloween&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dinner - Whole Wheat Rigatoni pasta bake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lots of Match.com messages...nothing worth sharing though especially compared to the witty words of Jide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112959108226367108?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112959108226367108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112959108226367108' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112959108226367108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112959108226367108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/pirates-moose-and-bills-oh-my-what.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112925553879930597</id><published>2005-10-13T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:05:38.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_13_1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble Bubble Toil and Trouble.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the Weight Watchers Wagon again. We haven't been since the beginning of June, however, I have managed to keep the weight off all summer - go figure with all the drinking. So 21 lbs. down and more to go ALOT more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Weight Watchers... I needed to stop at Borders to get a blank journal for my grad class - more about that at some other point. Betsy apparently hates Bookstores... However as soon as we walked in, she bee lined straight for the deviant murderer non-fiction books. So I found my journals - I picked up two &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_13_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/10_13_2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Then Betsy decided she needed one for work too... who knows what for... something about a Honey Do List...so she got a fuzzy purple one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_13_3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/10_13_3.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we realized it was buy 3 get one free... so we looked and we looked and we found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_13_11.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/10_13_11.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BOYS WATCH OUT!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.  Except for a great random IM I got from some weirdo -&lt;br /&gt;"londonboy4more: hi&lt;br /&gt;londonboy4more: how are u&lt;br /&gt;londonboy4more: i like ur profile and will love to know u better my name is jide i am 27 years of age u are one cute lady evey body on earth will wont but if i get to have u i will really be gald cos u look like and angel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....  sounds like a WINNER!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112925553879930597?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112925553879930597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112925553879930597' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112925553879930597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112925553879930597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/bubble-bubble-toil-and-trouble.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112899132970807634</id><published>2005-10-10T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:55:38.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LET'S PLAY DRESS UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is the S.H.I.T Annual General Meeting - sigh up beeyotches!!! So I have to muster up a Pirate Costume. I have most of it I think. It involves a lame mask that will probably last about 2 minutes and some pirate beads I acquired at the Jimmy Buffett concert from the guy who did the belly flop into our kiddie pool which was located on top of rocks. Actually - he did a face flop - hence the cuts. He did earn his Miller Lite though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/06_16_99.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/06_16_99.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that round of dress up, we are going to &lt;a href="http://www.jimmystavern.com/"&gt;Jimmy's Tavern &lt;/a&gt;on Sunday for a tail gate party supporting our Home town team The Buffalo Bills. I will have to pull out the Bill's sweatshirt my mom just gave me while I was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next dress up is Halloween. I have a good costume this year. I have everything I need, except a black suit vest. I think I will have to go to the Goodwill but I don't know where there is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways... Betsy and I went home this past weekend for my nieces 2nd Birthday. Whoa!!! What fun. We left Thursday after work and got to Batavia, NY around 11pm. We went to bed. We got up on Friday, hung out a little, then went to Walmart and bought some presents for the party - we got a toy microwave with popcorn that popped, a big fat baby doll, a barbie riding bike and a bike helmet. My niece loved the baby. I have decided that she has too many fancy modern toys, she just needs old fashioned toys - dolls, blocks, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we got the presents, we went and got our hair done by lil sister's friend Lindsay. She gives us a discount so it is definitely worth the drive. It cost us $67 for 2 cuts, colors, highlights, 4 lipsticks and hair product. Can't beat that with a bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFter that we went back to my mom and Alan's. We had dinner and drank 9, I say 9 bottles of wine. And my sister and mother did shots of Tequila. Great idea. This is what happens with 9 bottles of wine and tequila. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_10_1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/200/10_10_1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Betsy said she wanted to go out in the big town of Batavia. We &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_10_21.JPEG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_10_21.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/200/10_10_21.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;both got "drunk" ready. I was putting on my shoes and looking for my sister. I looked in every room twice. I couldn't figure it out. Then I told my mom I couldn't find her and she went and looked in the room she was sleeping in and there she was on the bed. Apparently, she was having difficulty putting on makeup and decided she shouldn't go out, so she laid down on the far side of the bed ON THE FLOOR and hid. AUGH Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday we went to the birthday party. Oh my god. I had a hangover and there were 6 children under the age of 5 running around in the basement where the party was. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_10_11.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/10_10_11.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_10_3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/200/10_10_3.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took pictures of my nephew... trying to get him to make a different facial expression.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_10_61.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/200/10_10_61.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_10_9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/200/10_10_9.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_10_8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/200/10_10_8.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my dad so that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home, ate dinner and went to bed. We got up, went out for brunch with the rents then headed out of town. There was some real nice foliage on the way home - but Betsy was driving too fast to get a good pic - &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_10_12.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/10_10_12.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to do that again until Christmas. PHEW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112899132970807634?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112899132970807634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112899132970807634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112899132970807634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112899132970807634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/lets-play-dress-up-this-weekend-is-s.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112838694811821135</id><published>2005-10-03T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T19:49:08.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_03_30.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT'S OVER AS QUICKLY AS IT BEGAN....&lt;br /&gt;Red Dress was fun - wouldn't say it was the BEST time I've ever had... but a good time. Brunch was fun - lots of mimosas. Metro ride in was fun as always. Start was a blast - autohashing was good. Beer check okay. Finish - WAY TOO FANCY of a place for us hashers. I don't remember much at that point - I know I drank like 20 Amstel Lights and didn't eat dinner. I danced, I talked and I bothered people. Then we went to the hotel with 2 random guys, got ready and went to Rear End Loaders for a party. We were in the cab for an hour and realized we were in GEORGETOWN and we were supposed to be in the GHETTO!!! We finally got there.. stayed for about 2o mins, the cops came, I talked to the cop for a little - he couldn't figure out why we would be in that neighborhood at that hour. So we got the fearless Andhowsherbush and walked and found a cab. Went back to the hotel, I got annoyed, packed m y stuff and walked to Metro Center and went home. GOOD IDEA!!! Still hurting, feel like some one beat the crap out of me with blisters to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_03_13.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/10_03_13.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/10_03_301.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/10_03_301.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us in the cab - Metro was so tired she couldn't even keep track of her purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/view/pictures.jsp"&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/view/pictures.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the weblink to my other pics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112838694811821135?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112838694811821135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112838694811821135' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112838694811821135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112838694811821135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-its-over-as-quickly-as-it-began.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112804198895333771</id><published>2005-09-29T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T19:59:48.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DONE AND DONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found a dress... almost like I had originally hoped for. I am going for the Kentucky Derby fashion look - maybe. It is slightly tight in my middle area however as the Wise Salt N Pepa say "I lay ya down to the maximumAnd I'm extra in the middle cuz that's where I'm waxin' him" So we shall see!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about tater tots casserole for Sat. monrning. And now that ANAL is brining Mango nectar GAME on with the mimosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN I SAW THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/09_29_0.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAMN - does this mean Summer is over???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112804198895333771?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112804198895333771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112804198895333771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112804198895333771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112804198895333771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/done-and-done-so-i-found-dress.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112796142428274867</id><published>2005-09-28T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:37:04.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>50 Hours and Counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Dress Run is in about 50 hours. I still have a lot to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) finish making orange dress red&lt;br /&gt;2) locate red body glitter&lt;br /&gt;3) get groceries for Sat. morning breakfast - including 2 lbs. of Bacon for Corn to cook - haha!!&lt;br /&gt;4) Clean downstairs and deck&lt;br /&gt;5) Call hotel to see if we can check in at 3:00am Sunday morning. Silly to pay for a hotel room for 7 hours...but a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;6) Pack overnight bag.&lt;br /&gt;7) Figure out if I want to drink mimosas or Flirtinis Sat. morning&lt;br /&gt;8) charge rechargable batteries for CAMERA&lt;br /&gt;9) Get snacks for hotel room&lt;br /&gt;10) Paint toenails red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus work and class and stuff!!! I am not going to Lingerie Friday night so that will help.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics from last year... not sure who they belong to...but I stole them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favorite Red Dress pic: AUTO HASHING - (Cert - are we doing this again and are you wearing those glasses again this year if not can I borrow?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/__tn_Ooppss%20!!!!%20Auot%20hashing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/200/__tn_Ooppss%20%21%21%21%21%20Auot%20hashing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/red-054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/red-054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/OTH4%20Wankers%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/OTH4%20Wankers%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/red-020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" height="98" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/red-020.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/red-050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/red-050.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112796142428274867?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112796142428274867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112796142428274867' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112796142428274867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112796142428274867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/50-hours-and-counting-red-dress-run-is.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112787895522609798</id><published>2005-09-27T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:42:35.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S NICE TO BE IMPORTANT BUT IT'S MORE IMPORTANT TO BE NICE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there are a few of us that have an inside joke.  It involves someone kind of close to us.  The origin was created in the presence of above mentioned's boyfriend and he was in the full know about the joke.  However, now he appears to have forgotten and is using the joke.  Do I tell him or let it continue cuz it's funny to us??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new friend Matt got named tonight.  I just met him in June at a wedding in Western New  York.  We share mutual friends.  He was introduced in the wedding party as being from Northern Virginia.  I introduced myself and invited him to the hash.  He is a natural born hasher.  So we had weeks to rehearse the "what to say when they question you in circle."  He did fabulous.  Then I shared my inside gossip on him.  The best stories I had were:&lt;br /&gt;1) when he was in Las Vegas, he got a lap dance at the strip club and didn't have the money to pay the nice lady so she dragged him to the ATM and made him take out money and...&lt;br /&gt;2)  He is from Attica.  Aside from the prison, they have one main bar called the Attica Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the best names for him were :  Atticock Hotel and Bitch, Where My Money? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since the writers of Family Guy are so brilliant, we stole their line and went with Baby Stewie's line of "Bitch, Where My Money."  Cool name for a cool dude!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright - bed time!!!  Long day tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112787895522609798?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112787895522609798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112787895522609798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112787895522609798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112787895522609798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-nice-to-be-important-but-its-more.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112777774032732647</id><published>2005-09-26T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:13:56.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I THINK I AM BACK....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a presentation for a group of 30 to prepare for - which I did and kicked ass today giving the presentation. That is done so that is one thing down that I don't have to worry about anymore. Now if we could just find someone to live in the basement life would be peachy. Last night around 8pm some shady looking guys showed up (I think they were Odd Job guys off of Craigs List hired by the crazy landlord) to do some work in the basement. So around 10:30 I went down and asked the nice gentlemen how long they were going to be. He said he thought just a few more mins. and I said "Well, okay, I can't really go to sleep with strange men in the basement" and he said "You don't have to worry about us." UHHHH whatever. Well, the landlords "assistant" showed up and paid them and off they went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wanted to share with you that I pick college football games for my friend BRATLEY's fantasy fake football league. I know NOTHING about college football, so I pick them based on nicknames and how I can relate the name to my life - example: Cavaliers vs. Golden Bears - I pick cavaliers because I used to drive one. Last week I was 11 right 6 wrong . Not too bad. However the week before that I was 16 right 4 wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of the jewelry I made. Now don't start swarming with requests (haha). I do think I am going to start making rhinestone hash necklaces. Watch for those. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/09_26_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/09_26_0.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/09_26_1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/09_26_1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER: Low fat Chicken Alfredo - smells good. Haven't tried it yet. UPDATE - VERY GOOD!!!! &lt;a href="http://www.cooks.com/rec/doc/0,1625,158181-236198,00.html"&gt;http://www.cooks.com/rec/doc/0,1625,158181-236198,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/09_26_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/09_26_2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATCH.COM WINK OF THE DAY: not even worth posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two and a Half Men quote:  Alan: "Office opens at 8"  Charlie: "O'clock?"  Alan: "No, degrees."  (should have said ducks or monkeys)   Who is leaking our jokes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy National Good Neighbor Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112777774032732647?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112777774032732647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112777774032732647' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112777774032732647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112777774032732647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-think-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112769903227386236</id><published>2005-09-25T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T21:12:25.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A WEEKEND OF NOTHING&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the decision to spend the weekend low key. I have been real tired and had a bunch of work to catch up on and laundry. People are beginning to think I have some social disease.. but I don't. I partied like a rock star last weekend - don't remember half of the weekend and next weekend is Red Dress Run and I anticipate that will be similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I picked up a new hobby this weekend. I am making jewelry - necklaces, earrings and bracelets. I will post some pics soon. It's fun and soon all my friends will be wearing SMAC jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened this weekend - I searched for a red dress to no avail. So it looks like I am either wearing a red dress that is too big or an orangish dress. Either way I have a cool hat to wear with the outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is it. I feel better about my work situation. Laundry is back in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER - Low fat Spaghetti Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL ONE HIT WONDERS DAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Hey Wheat Thins - take your top off!!!  Giggety Giggety Goo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112769903227386236?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112769903227386236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112769903227386236' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112769903227386236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112769903227386236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekend-of-nothing-i-made-decision-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112725594436448057</id><published>2005-09-20T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T17:39:04.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guy #2 and I talked today and decided to ease off. Mainly because of the distance - but for me it is because he just is not ready for this. It is a little sad - but probably for the best. With all that goes on at work, I don't need to be worrying about that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quest for the Red Dress continues. I have a bid in on a dress on ebay - but I am not sure I will get it in time. Betsy and I are quickly collecting a large variety of red dresses.... so if you are in need - let me know and I will see what we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not hashing tonight - I am still drying out from Sat.  PHEW!!!!  Half way to St. Pat's Day, WAKA Dance Off, and a party that I don't really remember.  But I did get to try out my new Arabic on the cab driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in a blogging mood. Between Guy #2 and the situation in the basement - I am not a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATCH.COM WINK OF THE DAY -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/ALEXIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/ALEXIS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture is worth 1,000 words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112725594436448057?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112725594436448057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112725594436448057' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112725594436448057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112725594436448057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/guy-2-and-i-talked-today-and-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112683485265264419</id><published>2005-09-15T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:40:52.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE DATING GAME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things have fizzled.  I don't know why  - perhaps its the 500 mile separation.   So I am just playing it by ear at this point.  I gave him an out the other day and he didn't take - actually said things that were nice.  However, since then, haven't heard much.  A few emails and one phone call.  So we will just see what happens.  I do like him, but I am not looking for this.   We were supposed to meet up in Batavia over Columbus Day weekend, but not our mutual friends aren't going to be there.  So he doesn't know what to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get funny cute text messages and emails from him.  He makes plans to hang out atleast.  Aside from his one hang up, he is good.  Haha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pipes up every now and then.  Doesn't call or text though.  Also, he lives pretty far away and has these pool parties and NEVER invites me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a returner.  He is a cop.  Strike number 1.  I believe he is a dork - but we only went out 3 times.  However, he is into photography which is cool in my book.  Divorced, no kids.  He called today and wanted to hang out tonight, but I passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So These are the Days of My Life!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Who do you vote for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Match.com winks today.&lt;br /&gt;DINNER - whole wheat pasta and Betsy's secret pasta sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Happy Collect Rocks Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112683485265264419?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112683485265264419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112683485265264419' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112683485265264419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112683485265264419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/dating-game-guy-2-well-things-have.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112674593062060414</id><published>2005-09-14T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:27:06.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/dude.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE NAME MUST BE SUMMER BECAUSE YOU ARE HOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what the t-shirt said today worn by my little boy from Croatia. When asked if he knew what it meant - he said no. Last week we had a little girl fresh from El Salvador - pretty girl, dark hair, dark skin - her nice pretty pink t-shirt said "Blondes do it best" Third grader by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny cuz they just want to wear shirts that have english words on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS... I bought a floppy red hat on ebay for the DC RDR - is WAY too small for my big melon. So now what... I think my last hope is to go to Burlington Coat Factory and look for a 'Sunday" hat. I have this whole image ready - just can't find the hat - and oh yeah... I need to dye my dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATCH DOT COM WINK OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:SubmitForm("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:SubmitForm("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/dude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/dude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body art:&lt;br /&gt;Branded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all the bashing I can do on this one!!! Good job - Bertrandb-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER - Carribean Jerk Chicken sandwiches, coleslaw and roasted veggies. Oh yeah and wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a new Arabic? phrase today - phonetically spelled - Chen Hoe Sha. It means "Because it's fun." Always good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HASH - CHen Hoe Sha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing to DC RDR??&lt;br /&gt;PS - HAPPY FELT HAT DAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112674593062060414?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112674593062060414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112674593062060414' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112674593062060414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112674593062060414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/youre-name-must-be-summer-because-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112666369726026789</id><published>2005-09-13T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:08:17.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into Giant tonight and this is what I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/snowglobe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/400/snowglobe2.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a Santa and Snowman blow up Snow globe with snow constantly falling.  Unbelievable.  Does this mean it is going to stay up until Christmas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since we are supposed to be thinking about Christmas, let's make a list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Digital zoom camera&lt;br /&gt;2)  purses&lt;br /&gt;3) rhinestone cocktail rings&lt;br /&gt;4)  jewelry armoire&lt;br /&gt;5)  Golf lessons&lt;br /&gt;6)  silver hoop earrings since I lost one at Beach Invasion&lt;br /&gt;7)  new mattress set&lt;br /&gt;8)  Ipod&lt;br /&gt;9)  vinyl albums&lt;br /&gt;10)  Popcorn popper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is a brief list.  What do you want for Christmas??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112666369726026789?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112666369726026789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112666369726026789' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112666369726026789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112666369726026789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/are-you-freakin-kidding-me-i-walked.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112657454697364412</id><published>2005-09-12T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:22:26.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3.24 Miles a DAy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pedometer to track my mileage at school.  So I logged 3.24 miles the other day... HOWEVER...  the pedometer is very sensitive.  So, I would like to know what you others clock in at.  Just for my own curiosity.  I should have worn it today cuz I ran around like a fool all day - plus had to deal with a mother who was curious as to why I asked her Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder child to not wear his watch and shell necklace anymore.  UMMMMM - maybe because he takes them off and on, puts them on his head, sucks on them, drops them donw his shirt, etc....  She accepted that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently gotton two fortune telling pieces of mail.  1 told me that in 2033 I can retire at 59.5 and earn 892 a month.  And SOCIAL SECURITY told me that I will earn $1200 a month.  That would be nice if I was really going to get it.  So unless I meet and marry some rich ass guy, I will be netting $2000 a month when I am 60.  Watch out world...here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... that's my future.  Jealous??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112657454697364412?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112657454697364412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112657454697364412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112657454697364412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112657454697364412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/3.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112622782314763176</id><published>2005-09-08T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:03:43.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NFL Kickoff.  I am just catching the end of the Kickoff and low and behold, Ozzy Osborne is lipsynching Crazy Train.  Ha!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like football.  I really like going to Buffalo Bills game in January, tailgating in -15 degree weather, shoveling 2 feet of snow off of my seat and freezing to death.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what I really like about football is sitting at home on a nice fall day, making some football food - queso dip and chips, beer, popcorn, etc....  and watching football on TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my desire for football since the days of Bruce Smith, Andre Smith, Jim Kelly etc are over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best football player story is this:  One time, I was at a bar called The Pier on the lovely shores of the Niagara River in Buffalo.  I was there with my friend Mike.  He ran into some people he knew from highschool.  I wasn't amused by the guys, especially the one with the big bling bling #80 and gold chains around his neck.  I excused myself and went to the bathroom.  I came back and my friend Mike said 'Do you know who you just blew off?"  I didn't really care.  He said "That was &lt;a href="http://www.ericmoulds.com/index.htm"&gt;Eric Moulds &lt;/a&gt;- you know.. number  80 of the Buffalo Bills?"  Oh well.. don't think I was going to be Mrs. Eric Moulds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it...  Down, set, hike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112622782314763176?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112622782314763176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112622782314763176' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112622782314763176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112622782314763176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/are-you-ready-for-some-football-nfl.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112614965045050449</id><published>2005-09-07T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:20:50.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS JOB THING IS REALLY CUTTING INTO MY BLOGGING TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see Journey tonight - sans Steve Perry.  Seems like every show at Wolf Trap is a cover band - ie ABBA.  Still a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very observant person - here are 2 situations which I guarantee I predicted correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  college girl there with parents...  very touchy feely with dad.  Betsy was convinced it was a mom, daughter and step dad situation...however - I decided it was Dad, new girlfriend or new wife and daughter.  Daughter did her impression of  LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME throughout the entire concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Little tiny high maintenance Italian girl and BIG FAT Italian guy.  The girl referenced a few times a brother/sister relationship - but I know if I went to the Journey concert with my brother... we wouldn't be slow dancing and rubbing each others hair.  I guessed MONEY/Mafia on fatty's part and tiny girl was reaping the benefits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want me to evaluate you and your situation??  I will!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - my students are WEIRD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS - Guy #3 I miss you!!!!  I give you the new title and you disappear on me??  That's not cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112614965045050449?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112614965045050449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112614965045050449' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112614965045050449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112614965045050449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-job-thing-is-really-cutting-into.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112604252764535160</id><published>2005-09-06T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:35:27.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>afternoon delight and I've Been Tagged??&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what this means...but I think it means I fill it in and try to get others to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things you may not know about Boozie:&lt;br /&gt;She has a computer memory - she remembers EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;She works with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Her best friend lives in Buffalo&lt;br /&gt;She likes to barf - A LOT&lt;br /&gt;She enjoys her cleavage.&lt;br /&gt;She likes to do just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to buy a new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I have never done and may never do:&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jump&lt;br /&gt;Go hunting&lt;br /&gt;Ride a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;Get anything other than my ears pierced&lt;br /&gt;Be an actress&lt;br /&gt;Play in a professional baseball game&lt;br /&gt;Make out with a girl - (I'm tellin' DAD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I did NOT do this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;Go to work&lt;br /&gt;Get enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stay up for the party on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Go to Weeee's!!!  Bday party&lt;br /&gt;Have sex&lt;br /&gt;Get my hair cut&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 times I was almost killed or seriously injured&lt;br /&gt;1.  Hit by a car when I was 3&lt;br /&gt;2.  When i put out the Citronella candle with water at TITS '05&lt;br /&gt;3.  When the mean girls in 8th grade wanted to beat me up for going out with one of their ex boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;4.  While skiing, someone in front of me wiped out and I flipped over their skis and nearly broke my neck.&lt;br /&gt;5.  The wave pool at Wet N Wild in Orlando...  I almost drowned cuz I was in the deep end trying to get out of the pool and the waves kept knocking me back in.  My brother pulled me out.&lt;br /&gt;6.  When I smacked into the hill while hashing.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Ummm - thats enough I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And, I know you're all busy, so don't feel obligated unless you have time!)&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any other blogger friends.  So that's the end of this tag.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so entertain me!  I'll be waaaaaaaiting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112604252764535160?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112604252764535160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112604252764535160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112604252764535160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112604252764535160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/afternoon-delight-and-ive-been-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112572565502012515</id><published>2005-09-03T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T00:34:15.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WOULD LOVE TO DONATE TO THE RED CROSS BUT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN the relief efforts are being greeted by the loving arms of the recently looted AK-47's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing I hate more than people screaming about what is owed to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear about rape occuring in the Super Dome, makes me wanna SHOOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have learned over the past few years... do not complain without a solution.  Not only do I have one solution, but I have two.  I make teacher money which isn't very much.. ask White Kane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my solutions for anyone looking to help out without going through the Red Cross.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Donate to a hasher - makes sense to me... here is how:  Dear Tucson Area Hashers,If you'd like to help victims of Hurricane Katrina,but you'd rather your contributions went to hashersthan just anybody, read on.I just talked to The BugFucker, a hasher in BatonRouge who is willing to receive and forward donationsto New Orleans &amp; Biloxi hashers affected by HurricaneKatrina.  He says if he gets swamped he'll have plentyof help from other Baton Rogue hashers.  This is alegit guy who wants to help, and who personally knowsthe hashers who need help.Probably best to send money and/or gift certificates,but if you want to pay shipping costs, hashers in thestricken areas need clothing and food too.Here's the address:&lt;br /&gt;Doug Pickering&lt;br /&gt;9777 Green Well Springs&lt;br /&gt;Pt. Hudson Rd.&lt;br /&gt;Zacary LA 70791&lt;br /&gt;(225) 658-8915&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:dougepooo@yahoo.com"&gt;dougepooo@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope hashers from Sierra Vista and Phoenix monitorthese lists and will help out as well.Please don't ship anything COD - The BugFucker isn'tin a position to pay for shipping!  What you send WILLget to hashers who need help.Please feel free to pass this on to other hashinggroups - I checked with The BugFucker, and he says"bring it on-on!"On On,Flying BoogerHalf-Mind Weblog (http://half-mind.com/weblog/)Half-Mind Catalog (&lt;a href="http://half-mind.com/"&gt;http://half-mind.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Or... contact Asshole Cheese Slammer - she has some personal friends effected by this disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Happy Hour - AHCS, Roofie, Rodeo, GO Easy, I'd Rather, Just Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112572565502012515?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112572565502012515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112572565502012515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112572565502012515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112572565502012515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-would-love-to-donate-to-red-cross.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112561992678017628</id><published>2005-09-01T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T19:12:06.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS HORRIBLE!!!  And SMACs CLASS 2205-2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching the news.  I can't believe this is happening in the US.  It is unbelievable.  I don't understand why there isn't more help for these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet some of my students today.  They are so cute!!!  Right now.  We will see how they hold up as the year progresses.  The staff seems to be pretty good this year.  Right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am not in the mood to blog tonight.  Have a FAB long weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;Party at my house on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112561992678017628?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112561992678017628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112561992678017628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112561992678017628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112561992678017628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-horrible-and-smacs-class-2205.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112553375765663236</id><published>2005-08-31T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T19:15:57.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THINGS ON MY MIND TODAY - ALL DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;2.  Getting my classroom ready&lt;br /&gt;3.  How to pronounce my students names - I will share them soon&lt;br /&gt;4.  Trying to secure Journey tickets - it's sold out&lt;br /&gt;5.  Getting back into the Weight Watchers groove&lt;br /&gt;6.  Wondering about Guy #2&lt;br /&gt;7.  Getting my hair cut&lt;br /&gt;8.  Getting a pedicure&lt;br /&gt;9.  Wondering who is going to get kicked off of INXS Rock Star&lt;br /&gt;10.  Curious about Metro's new situation.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Getting some dirt on my friend Matt so that we can name him next week.&lt;br /&gt;12.  If I should go to Happy Hour.&lt;br /&gt;13.  How much gas is going to cost tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;14.  Why they made a show about Tommy Lee going to college. &lt;br /&gt;15.  My RDR outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my day of wondering.  There are lots of other things, but those are the major ones.  No wonder I have trouble sleeping.   What have you been thinking about??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112553375765663236?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112553375765663236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112553375765663236' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112553375765663236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112553375765663236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/things-on-my-mind-today-all-day-1.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112545010699881719</id><published>2005-08-30T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:01:47.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK TO SCHOOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been back to school for 2 days. Setting up my room and attending meetings. I have a long way to go before Thursday when the students come in to see the room and say hi to me!!! This is my 10th year of teaching. Makes my feel real old but it sure has flown by. I have not received my class list yet, but I will be sure to share with you when I do. I teach at a very culturally diverse school and tend to have students with extremely unique names - Fahrukahdin - but goes by Deen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of what my room looked like yesterday when I arrived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_29_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_29_0.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, as you can see, I have a long way to go!!  I will update this once I get things together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that is it for tonight.  I did not go hashing tonight.  I was at school WAY too long.  Plus there is a tornado watch and I prefer to be at home when this is the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hump Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112545010699881719?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112545010699881719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112545010699881719' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112545010699881719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112545010699881719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-to-school-well-i-have-been-back.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112536680088161624</id><published>2005-08-29T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:53:20.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXTREME DATING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy #2 came for the weekend. I picked him up at the airport and we came back to the house, cooked out, drank some wine and drunk talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we got up, had bagels with "Betz" and got ready. We headed to the Metro, hangover and all and went to the Nationals Game. We had big plans of jumping on and off the metro and stopping in at bars and pubs after the game, so we bought all day passes. We went to the game, drank some beer, ate pretzels and had a good time. Baseball games are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_29_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_29_2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our seats were fairly good, considering the price I paid for them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So we left the game and were hungry. We got off the metro at L'Enfant Plaza and walked around. We walked quite a bit looking for a restaurant that was open. He got to see the Capitol Building, Washington Monument and we walked on The Mall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We found ourselves near the MCI Center and my feet were being abused by my flip flops, so we went into McNally's. Considering it's an Irish Pub - we ordered non-traditional food. I had Curry Chicken and he had Arroz Con Pollo. Pretty good. We drank some beers and headed for home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;'Betz" had suggested that we go to Karaoke later that night and guy #2 was excited about the idea. So we took a nap at about 7. It was only supposed to be a 1 hour nap - but we didn't wake up until 9. We quickly got ready and headed out for karaoke. To our suprise, we stumbled upon a Redneck Pimps 'N Ho's party at the bar. VERY entertaining. Some guy actually brought a hoe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/hoe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/hoe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I attempted to drink - beer (lots), shots - Kamikaze, Tight Snatch. Guy #2 however did just fine with the drinks. He got drunk - VERY. He had a great time. He told me a whole bunch of times that he was having so much fun. He played pool:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_29_4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_29_4.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He also Karaoke'd. I do have video but I swore I wouldn't share it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So on Sunday, I was tired, cuz he SNORES and he was tired cuz he was Hungover.  So we got some pizza and a sub, ate then watched some movies - All day.  Then I took him to the airport.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was a good weekend.  We had a great time.  However, this extreme dating is difficult.  It's not like normal dating... spending all weekend with someone you just started dating is interesting.  There isn't a next "date" scheduled,  as Extreme Dating requires a huge commitment, both time and money.  He did call and email today.  I think we are both patient enough to play it by ear.  I will keep you posted.  AND until he says "Let's be exclusive", I will continue to do what I do.  What else is a girl to do??  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tomorrow I will start my ranting about being back to school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112536680088161624?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112536680088161624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112536680088161624' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112536680088161624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112536680088161624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/extreme-dating-guy-2-came-for-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112506474625654590</id><published>2005-08-26T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T08:59:06.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT'S A GIRL TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to happy hour for my friend &lt;a href="http://whatthebleep.typepad.com/"&gt;Weeee's&lt;/a&gt; 30th birthday Week Long Celebration last night.  See her blog for pictures from the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, I have a bit of a hangover.  I should be up cleaning in preparation for guy #2 (with whom I had a very funny conversation and text messages last night), I should go into school and start putting my classroom together and I should go wash my car.  None of which I feel like doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just want to watch the Ellen DeGeneres show, drink my juice and procrastinate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I have mentioned before, I believe Guy #1 has the house bugged.  Once again, I haven't heard from him in over a week until last night when he called to ask what I was doing on Friday.  AUGH!!!  Figures.  Well, I am going to tell him I have company coming into town and we will see if he asks any other questions.  Unbelievable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all for today.  Guy #2 will be here in 11 hours - that seems so long, but I think I have enough to do until then.  I am going to try to get some pics this weekend for the blog but we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112506474625654590?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112506474625654590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112506474625654590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112506474625654590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112506474625654590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/whats-girl-to-do-i-went-to-happy-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112493571955441804</id><published>2005-08-24T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:10:17.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT HAPPENED IN THE 80'S???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every quiz or trivia or general question regarding the 80's I suck at. Now keep in mind, like most of us I was the age of 7 - 14 in the 80's. I was worried about much more at the time then pop culture - kind of like today. I took this 80's quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.yetanotherdot.com/asp/80s.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.yetanotherdot.com/asp/80s.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 59% on this. Some I didn't know at all, some I put the words in that I thought were what they really said and some I simply spelled wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was I doing in the 80's? Well, first off, I looked like this... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="90" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/Betsy_and_Amanda_Cooke2.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/Amanda_Cooke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who knows... Probably in 10 years I won't be able to answer trivia about today's times. I was worried about soccer, tap dancing, Student Government and Rob Hale. So there you have it- why I do not know the lyrics to Erasure or Living Colour. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you have it.. I am clueless. Love it or leave it!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps - Guy #2 is coming on Friday. I am broke - so it's DC on a budget. Hmmm... Any ideas!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112493571955441804?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112493571955441804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112493571955441804' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112493571955441804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112493571955441804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-happened-in-80s-every-quiz-or.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112484534824181848</id><published>2005-08-23T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:02:28.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Can I Buy for the same Price as a Gallon of Gas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gas costs about $2.80 here in the Metro DC area. As I was putting gas in my car today, and it being the end of the month - which equals poor Amanda, I was thinking about what I could buy for the same price as one gallon of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A draft beer&lt;br /&gt;2. A container of mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;3. A 12 pack of Diet Coke at Wegmans&lt;br /&gt;4. A tube of toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;5. Laundry soap&lt;br /&gt;6. A little more than one Red Bull&lt;br /&gt;7. A Metro Ride to RFK Stadium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8.  4 rolls of Toilet paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9.  A Cosmo Magazine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10.  TONS OF FOOD AT TACO BELL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What else can you think of???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112484534824181848?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112484534824181848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112484534824181848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112484534824181848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112484534824181848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-can-i-buy-for-same-price-as.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112475960871821391</id><published>2005-08-22T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:13:28.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLY CRAP - I GO BACK TO WORK NEXT WEEK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure am glad I went camping this weekend.  It was a great way to 'end' my summer.  I woke up this morning and realized that next Monday I go back to work. One week without the kids, then they are baaaaaacccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to it.  It's always exciting the first few weeks.  So let's see... one week left - what shall I do??&lt;br /&gt;1.  Pack my tent away until November - sad thought - but I am determined to get it back into the original bag it came in.&lt;br /&gt;2.  One last real drunk Hash night.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Clean up for visit from guy #2.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Nationals game&lt;br /&gt;5.  One last drunk Happy Hour.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Maybe a day or two at the pool - although I don't think my face can take anymore sun - reference yesterdays pictures.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Read a few books I was supposed to read this summer - teaching material crap.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Make a Back to School cd - something that I can listen to and  be happy.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Rearrange closet to School clothes and going out clothes. &lt;br /&gt;10.  Wear my new pink and white capris before Labor Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augh - well I need to make a phone call!!!  Have a great Tuesday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112475960871821391?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112475960871821391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112475960871821391' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112475960871821391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112475960871821391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/holy-crap-i-go-back-to-work-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112472680565481328</id><published>2005-08-22T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:24:56.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BEACH INVASION COCONUT TELEGRAPH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great time!!! The camp ground was great. The people that ran it were really cool. The other fellow beach campers were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night: We arrived, listened to the Korean drums, walked around and found the Shitty hashers. The people who worked at the camp ground loaded all of our stuff - and we had a lot - see pic below. That is Boozie buried in all of our stuff - keep in mind, this is a Ford Escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_22_0.jpeg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we got there, put up our tents and it started raining - A LOT!!! We hovered under the easy up and a tarp wall that Holy F#ck and Nub built. The rain stopped and the fun began. We cooked, drank, skinny dipped, and finally someone mentioned that it was 4:30am so I took my drunk ass to bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SATURDAY - 9am and VERY HOT in the tent. Got up, made breakfast which involved eggs and bacon and toast. It was GOOD!!!! Then I took a shower and spent about the next 4 hours in the water sans sunscreen. It was a lot of fun. Then we did "trail" ala Shot Checks. We started on the beach with the shots that we brought - margarita shots. Then traveled down the beach to the pier with the Korean fishermen and did a shot of something else sang a song and carried on. It was at this point that I noticed I had decided to not wear shoes. This sucked. But I hung in there. We went to a few more stops then back to camp. More water time, a little rest on the beach. The people who ran the camp site invited us to a going away party for the French interns that had been working at the camp. So Andhowsherbush, Corn on the Cock and I prepared our Corn on the Cob, put it on the grill and joined everyone at the party. This is where I met "The Devil" aka Brotherly Love and his huge bottle of Saki. I had never had Saki so I tried some. Not good. Later that night, he asked me to hold the bottle for him - and by hold I thought he meant continue to drink out of it. So I did. Apparently it turns me into a Rap Guys Girlfriend - what's up with this??&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_22_336.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_22_333.JPEG" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So I carried the Saki around with me for a while, continuing to drink it.  I was talking with the people from the camp next to us when the Saki caught up with me.  I excused myself and removed the Saki from my system.  I soon returned and continued on with my evening.  We once again decided to go skinny dipping.  I was hanging out with "Adam" from the camp in the water when I got stung by the jelly fish.  I completely freaked out and ran out of the water.  I stung me on my hip, thigh, wrist and boob.  Great.  I decided shortly after that to hit the sack!!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, Sunday was a typical Sunday at a camp site.  A lot of sitting around and complaining about packing up.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a link to the other pics from the weekend!!!  How was your weekend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8IZtnDFu1cMNK"&gt;http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8IZtnDFu1cMNK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps - guy #2 booked his flight for this weekend!!!  Yay!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112472680565481328?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112472680565481328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112472680565481328' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112472680565481328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112472680565481328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/beach-invasion-coconut-telegraph-what.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112432838761561051</id><published>2005-08-17T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:09:52.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CRABS - WHO'S GOT CRABS???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, we are preparing for a SHIT Beach Invasion weekend on the Chesapeak Bay. I am looking forward to this for several reasons, but one of the main ones being that I get to go Crabbing. I had no idea what this involved so I did a little research. I found out that there are several ways to catch crabs - ha!!! I know of one way I won't be catching crabs. The other ways I have to learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So as I was looking through websites, I found one that sells crab catching things. There's nets, and traps, and measuring things. But the thing I found most interesting on this website was the choice of the company to try to use hot models to sell their products. Does that really influence someones choice to purchase crabbing equiptment?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/IMG_0619_small.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I am missing something, but seems I wouldn't trust this chick to be a good judge of crabbing stuff. Or maybe she is. I know media has a big influence on people - ie Guy #2 went out and bought the body spray stuff called Tag because in the commercial the guy puts it on and goes to the grocery store and there are girls all over him. He admits that that has yet to happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there is my thoughts on crabbing equipment. I need to purchase a rope, a net and some chicken necks apparently. I will not be eating these crabs most likely, but enjoy the hunt. There will be sure to be pictures to follow next week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WINK OF THE DAY:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well this one doesn't look too bad.  But after further review I found this teeny tiny flaw - - - - - - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/35344212A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/35344212A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink:&lt;br /&gt;Non-alcoholic beverages only&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This can't possibly work out!!! Haha!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112432838761561051?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112432838761561051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112432838761561051' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112432838761561051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112432838761561051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/crabs-whos-got-crabswell-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112425238300737853</id><published>2005-08-16T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T10:20:16.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HASHING IS FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;It rained, we named people, cops showed up, cops showed up at the On On On!!! Udder Ho dealt with them in a green granny hat. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have recently been trying to learn how to play Texas Hold Em, as Guy #2 is an avid gambler. He played at the casino, I watched and tried to learn. Then we tried to play at his house on a video game. I did win, but no idea how. So now, I am determined. The bar we were at tonight for the On On On has free Texas Hold Em How To's. I think WEEEE!!! and I are gonna take them up on that offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Guy #2, had very little communication with him today. One text message and a late night phone call. He did however have golf with his boss this morning then met up with some coworkers for a pre regional conference get together. A bit lacking considering the enormous amount of contact prior to my trip. HMMMMMM????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however, in all of my drunken wisdom, send a text message asking if he still liked me. HA!!! Great idea!!! Hopefully he will find it cute and funny since we talked while I was in the bar. Good Ol hashing. Makes an honest women out of everyone. Ha ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hash was good. I am tired. Busy day - can't tell why though!!! wink wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - the bar lost my tab and asked me how many beers I had. Hmmm.... let me think - 2!!! Yep it was 2. And by 2 I meant 5. Oooops!! No I didn't have 5... I may have ordered 5 and a shot of Jaeger, but not all for me. However if they are going to loose my tab then that is what they get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WINK OF THE DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my most recent Match.com wink here:&lt;br /&gt;What I really like about this prize is this:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;working&lt;/strong&gt; of (on he means) finishing my PhD in educational leadership from Penn State&lt;br /&gt;- education: Graduate degree, PhD / Post Doctoral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BA Ohio State &amp; Wright State, M.Ed Wright State, &lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt; to get my PhD from Penn State in the near future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;income:&lt;br /&gt;$25,001 to $35,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love contridiction and lies. Check him out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/7771211E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/7771211E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:SubmitForm("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112425238300737853?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112425238300737853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112425238300737853' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112425238300737853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112425238300737853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/hashing-is-fun-it-rained-we-named.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112419925059583660</id><published>2005-08-16T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T08:34:10.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back from visiting guy #2.  Had a great time.  We watched movies, gambled, saw Wanda Sikes, ate at Michael Jordan's Steak House, yadda yadda yadda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get along really well.  It seems like too well.  It's kind of strange. However I think it is because we have several mutual friends.  Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only issue was the constant contact from his ex-wife.  Normally it involved the kids in one way or the other, but sometimes she would text message him to find out if we were having fun, if we got tix to the show, etc....  Eventually, I told him it was annoying me and it somewhat stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So regardless, he is coming here in 2 weeks.  Hopefully it will go as well.    Hopefully the ex won't call him as much if he isn't in the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it... didn't get much sleep - he is a snorer and those that know me know any little sound keeps me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112419925059583660?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112419925059583660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112419925059583660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112419925059583660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112419925059583660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-back-i-am-back-from-visiting-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112381021527297389</id><published>2005-08-11T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:31:32.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... I don't have much to talk about tonight. I worked for 4 hours, made a good Indian dinner, drank some wine and talked to guy #2. I am now watching Hooking Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I am watching this show, I thought I would share the match.com wink I received today with you all. I might think more than myself than I should, however... look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.match.com/profile/showprofile.aspx?lid=22&amp;uid=fFT9bUBMF7XAtJ870T3iAg%3d%3d&amp;amp;amp;amp;handle=twk99&amp;TP=EV&amp;amp;MB=1&amp;RN=1536700&amp;amp;PN=1&amp;MID=469765777"&gt;http://www.match.com/profile/showprofile.aspx?lid=22&amp;amp;uid=fFT9bUBMF7XAtJ870T3iAg%3d%3d&amp;amp;amp;handle=twk99&amp;TP=EV&amp;amp;MB=1&amp;RN=1536700&amp;amp;PN=1&amp;MID=469765777&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this my potential match? Hmmmmmm I think not. Perhaps I am a hypocrite, but... come on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, On Out to Massachusetts.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - I sure was hoping to hear from BG on my post yesterday.. So Sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112381021527297389?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112381021527297389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112381021527297389' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112381021527297389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112381021527297389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/so.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112372150162786119</id><published>2005-08-10T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T19:51:41.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/03_27_48.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/03_27_48.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Up Up and Away....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Saturday I am flying to Massachusetts to see Guy #2.   I must be crazy.  I just met him - again - 2 weeks ago.  We have talked every day - atleast twice a day.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are my concerns:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.  Divorced - or almost I guess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.  2 kids&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.   Close relationship with ex wife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.  Hasn't dated since they split up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.  Wife cheated on him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.  He lives about 400 miles away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here is what I like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.  We get along very well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.  He is very attentive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.  He is open to anything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.  A lot of fun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.  Cute&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I guess I will just  go with the flow and see how it goes.  I am unsure about how to handle this divorced guy thing.  Any advice??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112372150162786119?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112372150162786119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112372150162786119' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112372150162786119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112372150162786119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/up-up-and-away.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112368752056329902</id><published>2005-08-10T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T10:52:47.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So It's Wednesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And that usually means HANGOVER. That's right folks. I have a hangover. I hared last night the Chippewa Pimps 'N Ho's Hash. Although there were few of us who actually dressed up, it was still a great time. It was a Buffalo, NY themed hash so we had Genny Cream Ale at beer check. Cheese curds, Bison CHip Dip, blue cheese and celery, Labatta Blue and Molson XXX. Also, I can't forget the Rick James blaring at start and finish. I must admit, it was a good time - except for the minor confusion on trail - Sorry Weeeee!, White Kane and Visitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After we went to a bar for a complimentary 2nd beer and a platter of wings. There was an acoustic band there playing some Grateful Dead and Buffett. It was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So guy #3 was there. We were chatting just as friends and I got a text message on my phone from Guy #2. I text (how do you say text in past tense?) him back and guy #3 asked who it was. I told him it was a guy I met 2 weeks ago in NY that lived in Mass. and I was going to see him this weekend. #3 is very hard to read. However, last night when ever I looked at my phone, he would make a SNARKY comment - "Oh is that Mr. Massachusetts?" Blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So once again I ask "WTF?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ps - I slept until 11am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112368752056329902?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112368752056329902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112368752056329902' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112368752056329902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112368752056329902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-its-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112355359299492895</id><published>2005-08-08T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T21:19:18.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;30 Days and Counting!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;(I hope this turns out - it's acting funny.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;down to 30 days before my summer is over and I have to return to work. I know, I know, I have been off all of July. I haven't had much time to be on "Summer Vacation" yet though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have decided to put together a list of things I want to do before the summer is over - here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1. Go to Mass. to see Guy #2 - going this Sat. - and hopefully he will take me to see Wanda Sykes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2. Camping on the Chesapeake Bay - covered next weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3. Tiki Bar on Solomons Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;4. Steve Miller Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;5. Nationals Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;6. Go to the Ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;7. Fishing - maybe next weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;8. Lay by the pool for atleast 10 more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;9. Lose 13 pounds - summer goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;10. Golf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So there is my top ten. Anyone have any other suggestions on what I should do so I feel complete before I go back to face the kids??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112355359299492895?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112355359299492895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112355359299492895' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112355359299492895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112355359299492895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/30-days-and-countingi-hope-this-turns.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112346622274250593</id><published>2005-08-07T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T20:57:02.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HASHERITAVILLE DONE AND OVER WITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was fun.  Nice to meet some new people and see some familiar faces.  Crazy stuff - especially the pub crawl.  It was called The Short Bus trail and we all wore "helmets".  Then we went to a hasher owned bar equipped with naked bar tenders.  The best part - other than the creepy old hasher who kept asking me if he could put his hand on my shoulder blade - was when the bar was scheduled to open to the public and the owner came out after putting his clothes back on and asked "Does everyone have their clothes on?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then there was the shower situation.  It was a homemade shower room with clear plastic as walls.  Next to it was a hot tub normally occupied with old men.  So I went to attempt to take a shower and just couldn't do it naked.  So after about 3 hours of contemplating, I decided to put my bathing suit on and go that way.  So I did...  and just as I got my hair wet, somebody slipped, knocked the barrel with the hot water in it over into the shower and crashed through the wall.  SHOWER OVER!!!  AUGH!!!  Figures!!!  So I went dirty.  I borrowed some  baby wipes from Doc, and washed up in my tent.  EWWWW!!!  I did take one after the pub crawl, accompanied by a man who wanted to talk the whole shower time and of course had to explain to me that he was experiencing SHRINKAGE - like I was looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I am still sick and EXHAUSTED - a given after tons of beer and very little sleep.  Have a fabulous Monday.  And if you are a SHIT hasher, you better be prepping your Pimps 'N Ho's outfit for Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112346622274250593?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112346622274250593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112346622274250593' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112346622274250593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112346622274250593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/hasheritaville-done-and-over-withit.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112316830268659089</id><published>2005-08-04T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T10:11:42.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'M SICK AND I'M GOING CAMPING?? CAN THIS HAPPEN??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have my summer bout of chest congestion/bronchitis. I am leaving tomorrow for Nittany Valley H3 900th Hasheritaville. Hmmm... I think it will be okay - or I will end up in the hospital. AUGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got some new pics from the Bachelorette Party. Way too funny to keep to myself. Some of you know "Fun Laurie" and know how funny she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I am sick, I am taking the easy way out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me with my new lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/laurie7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laurie getting "arrested"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/laurie6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laurie being "punished"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/laurie5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the mom's spanking the "naughty" cop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/laurie4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, there ya go.  I have to pack for Hasheritaville - thanks for the list &lt;a href="http://heidi_flash.typepad.com/"&gt;Heidi&lt;/a&gt;!!!   I also have to scout trail tonight and hopefully make it to happy hour - but probably not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wasting away in Hasheritaville!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112316830268659089?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112316830268659089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112316830268659089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112316830268659089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112316830268659089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-sick-and-im-going-camping-can-this.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112304502110617194</id><published>2005-08-02T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:57:01.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;THIS IS FOR ALL MY GIRLS ABOUT 31.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems to me that whenever I get over one guy and move onto another, the other guy always comes back.  WTF???  I swear they have bugged my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example - I met Guy #1 about a year ago at a hashing weekend.  We have hung out for almost a year.  Nothing real serious.  Before I left for my trip home, I didn't hear from Guy #1 for about a week.  I can easily get over people.  Then I went home and at one of the parties I went to I met guy #2.  Guy #2 is recently divorced with 2 kids.  The funny thing about him is that we actually met like 5 years ago at our mutual friends wedding and danced together there.  He however was married at the time and that was the end of that (shut it those who know me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at this party, we intially met the second I arrived.  And hung out the rest of the night and well you get the picture.  So he's very nice - however recently divorced from a girl he has been with since he was like 21.  She cheated on him and that was the end of their marriage.  He seems very sweet.  When he dropped me off after the party - yes it was the next morning - we exchanged phone numbers on the premise of "If I am ever in the DC area" etc....  however about 6 hours later he called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadda Yadda Yadda... we are trying to get together next weekend based on my drunk dials to him tonight post hash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home, I have an email from Guy #1 - misses me, wants to hold me, blah blah blah.  Effin Figures!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;question of the day:  What do I do now????  PS - Tuesday night - which means this a post hash blog!!!  Please keep in mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy #1 isn't exactly available - but we are very compatible.  Guy #2 is very nice and available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112304502110617194?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112304502110617194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112304502110617194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112304502110617194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112304502110617194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-for-all-my-girls-about-31.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112295327101103649</id><published>2005-08-01T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:27:51.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BACK IN THE N-O-V-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FINALLY!!! It's hard to phathom that I just spent the same amount of time in Batavia, NY as I did in Cancun, Mexico. AUGH!!! I am so glad to be back. This will be a photo journey of my time at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;After the golf tournament on Sat. - which my step dad and I shot an 89 and my sister and her partner shot a 136 - my mother and 2 sisters and I went to Niagara Falls for our annual girls trip. We ate at Wolfgang Pucks for lunch, then walked around for a bit looking at the falls and went to the Casino. We went back to the hotel and then this happened. They were so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_81.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_81.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So after the nap session we went to dinner at a tapas restaurant. It was good. There was supposed to be a man walking a tight rope high above the city but it was too windy - so he didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After dinner we walked through town and watched fireworks. The next day we got up and went on the Maid of the Mist. I hadn't been on it since I was real little. It is very awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_12.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_13.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="220" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_13.jpeg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_23.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_23.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_26.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_26.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_12.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_12.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I highly recommend this if you are ever up that way!!!! After the Maid of the Mist we went Wine tasting in Niagara On the lake. Another highly recommended location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_16.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_16.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Later that night we went to a Vegas style magic show - the venue was great, the food was great the magic was a little iffy. The guy had tigers and maccaws, but didn't do much with them. He did a lot with disappearing hoochies, but that was about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_28.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_28.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_16.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the magic show, we just went back to the hotel and went to sleep. I think the wine wore us out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next day we stopped at Duty Free, bought some stuff and went back to Batavia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Weds. night we celebrated my parents 20th wedding anniversary. That was fun!!! I even tried to squeeze into the dress I wore for this event - but a girls size 14 dress just doesn't fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thursday my sister and I baby sat for my niece and nephew. My niece is into this shrilling thing. She just screams as loud as she can for no reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My nephew always looks scared or suprised. So cute!!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_41.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_41.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_32.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_32.jpeg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Saturday, my friend Rich took me out on his boat. It was so relaxing, although I got a little sea sick. We drove past the summer camp I used to work at.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_54.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_54.jpeg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had 2 parties to attend that evening. First was a bachelorette party for my friend Laurie.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_58.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_58.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes that's me with my eyes clothes. And also yes, the bride to be's gay uncle was there also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_60.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_60.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I won a lighter at the party for unscrambling the most bachelorette party words. It's a naked torso of a man. I will probably loose it soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I stayed at the bachelorette party for a little while, then headed over to a Jimmy Buffett themed party. I had Flamingo beer bongs ready to go and they were a huge hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_61.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_61.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_61.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_66.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_66.jpeg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_61.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_67.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_67.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me doing a Flamingo bong  and my friend Dawn's mother and my new 'friend" Jerry.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/08_01_68.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/08_01_68.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here you see Melvin Robinson III doing a dance.  I think his name is Melvin, he goes by Mel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after that night we drove back to VA.  Huge hangover and all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY to be back!!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots to take in.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question of the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:  Does this trip constitute a vacation or do I need to take another one???  I am off for all of August.  Wooohoooo!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112295327101103649?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112295327101103649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112295327101103649' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112295327101103649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112295327101103649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-in-n-o-v-afinally-its-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112242506475412120</id><published>2005-07-26T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T07:16:13.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOME SWEET HOME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am up in &lt;a href="http://www.batavianewyork.com/"&gt;Batavia, NY &lt;/a&gt;- referenced on &lt;a href="http://summercatch.warnerbros.com/flash.html"&gt;Summer Catch &lt;/a&gt;starring Freddie Prinze, Jr. also mentioned several times on the Simpsons. Batavia, NY is where I grew up and lived (except for 4 years in Elmira, NY and 3 months in Nassau, Bahamas) until 2003 when I moved to Fairfax, VA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batavia, NY has a population of approzimately 16,000 people last time I counted. We have a baseball team called &lt;a href="http://www.muckdogs.com/"&gt;The Batavia Muckdogs&lt;/a&gt;, The City was named in honor of the short-lived Dutch republic at the turn of the nineteenth century: The Batavian Republic. That Republic took its name from the Batavii, a tribe that lived in the Netherlands in Roman times and was considered to be the ancestor of the Dutch nation.&lt;br /&gt;The First Business Incubator in the United States, the Batavia Industrial Center, was started in Batavia.&lt;br /&gt;John Elway, quarterback of the Super Bowl champion Denver Broncos, hit his first professional home run at Dwyer Stadium while playing minor league baseball.&lt;br /&gt;In March 1926, over 1,000 people turned out to hear Helen Keller speak in the City.&lt;br /&gt;The first union Soldier to enlist in the Civil War was from Batavia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than that, there isn't too much going on here. When I go to the Irish pub in town, O'Lacy's, it is the same scene I left here 2 years ago. The cops, firemen, doctors all in there getting drunk. We also have a horse race track. They have recently added slot machines to the mess and now you can only imagine what it looks like in there. Also, there used to be a Christian book store called Lions Den and much to my suprise it is now a Tatoo parlor. AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batavia has 3 elementary schools, 1 middle school and 1 high school. We have a state run School for the Blind - which exposed us as kids to severally handicapped children being pushed in wheel chairs or walked through town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one newspaper which usually boasts a picture of a fallen tree or what not on the front page. There is some sort of Home Land Security prison in town - a few of the &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2003/01/10/attack/main536123.shtml"&gt;Lackawanna 6 &lt;/a&gt;were held here for some time. Maybe they are still there who knows??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a mental health house which houses CRAZY people. Through the years, these men have been given names by the locals. There is Cue Ball - a bald guy with down syndrome. There is Bird Man - who dresses in fatiques and although he has a room at this house he carries around all his belongings. There is Brother John - who apparently was too smart for his own good and went crazy one day. Now he walks around with his guitar and plays on the street or at carnivals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batavia is a great "city" for raising children. However, for "young"(I use this term loosely), single people like myself - it does nothing for me. There are very few jobs, which means that there are very few single men with good jobs. Before I moved from Batavia, I was dating a guy that had attempted to open a steak house in town, but that failed and then he became a bouncer at a night club in Rochester. After him, I dated a Fix-It guy who hardly spoke. So the shift to Virginia is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think it's about time to go check out the Muck Dogs Game from the "Beer Garden" of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So my question is this: Should one settle for what's around or look what's out there before you settle?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am also guest blogging for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatthebleep.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What the Bleep Was I thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (WEEEEEE!!!!!) this week. So check me out on both sites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112242506475412120?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112242506475412120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112242506475412120' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112242506475412120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112242506475412120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/07/home-sweet-home-i-am-up-in-batavia-ny.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112199741860133476</id><published>2005-07-21T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:12:15.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm Not Talking Bout HOOKING UP and Hanging Out - I'm Just Talking Bout Tonight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am watching this show called Hooking Up. It's about online dating. WHich I know something about. I have been on several online dates. Some good, some bad and some REALLY bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... I will only bore you with the bad and REALLY bad. I was emailing with this guy who seemed somewhat interesting. So we decided to go out for dinner. Well, my first clue should have been when I called him before I got to the restaurant and he told me he was wearing a purple t-shirt and a Hawaiian shirt. AUGH!!! So, it went from bad to worse REALLY quick. He started talking about how he collects knives. HMMM - weird, but okay. Then he proceeded to show me the 2 knives he had on his person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I drank like 4 pints of beer, it was time to go. We had talked briefly about hashing and then he invited me back to his place to see his KNIFE collection. Hmmmm let me think about that .... ummmmm no. So I went home thinking I was done with this odd ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was until Saturday when he showed up at the &lt;strong&gt;HASH&lt;/strong&gt;!!! AUGH!!! So he introduced him self at circle saying that I made him come!!! AUGH!!!! I did trail with him because he gave me no choice. He told me horrible jokes. Then the hash was over and he left. He emailed me later that day and told me how much fun he had at the hash with me. I promptly wrote him back and told him that it makes me umcomfortable that he showed up at the hash and I would appreciate if he didn't come back. He said that there were plenty of hashes in the area and that we would probably not see each other again. Well, I think explained to him that I do the majority of the groups. I guess he got the hint cuz the knife weilding wierdo never showed up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online dating is like window shopping. You don't really know what you are getting until you actually go in and examine the object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question of the day is this: Is it shallow to pick someone out online and spend so much time communicating prior to meeting and then when you meet you lose interest???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112199741860133476?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112199741860133476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112199741860133476' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112199741860133476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112199741860133476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-not-talking-bout-hooking-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112191620105362311</id><published>2005-07-20T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T23:12:23.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where in the Wold is Carmen SanDiego Anyways???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that geography is not most peoples stong point. It definitely is not mine since I moved here to Nothern Virginia 2 YeArS AGO!!! I have no idea where I am. I know how to get to work and the grocery store and the mall. That is about it and sometimes I get lost getting home from the grocery store. There is the one time when the hash was in Burke, VA and there were directions coming from the north and from the south. I had to type into Map Quest Fairfax and Burke to find out if I was going north or sough. Come on now.... give me a break. I am from Batavia, NY - a city of 16,000 and the surrounding towns were significantly smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am talking with my sister tonight about what the remainder of the summer brings. We are traveling home to the Greater Buffalo area on Friday for a week of Fun filled activities - a &lt;a href="http://www.foregritz.com"&gt;golf tournement&lt;/a&gt; on Sat., &lt;a href="http://www.niagarafallslive.com/"&gt;Niagara Falls &lt;/a&gt;with my mother and little sister Sunday through Tuesday, my parents 20 year anniversery on Weds, time with the &lt;a href="http://www.madelynjune.com"&gt;niece&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.oodie2.com"&gt;nephew&lt;/a&gt; on Thursday or Friday, a bachelorette party and Jimmy Buffett Party on Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we start discussing an idea that was presented to us last night at the Hash. Holy Fu*k mentioned going camping on the ocean and doing a make shift Hash weekend. I tell my sister this and she says " Well, which ocean?" Hmmm how does one answer this - I decided to answer with a sarcastic "Ummm Atlantic" followed by "The Artic Ocean is too cold this time of year."&lt;br /&gt;DUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! She is a cute girl, but her quick wit is lacking.  This is her with the drummer from a band in Cancun.  Talk about confusing water ways.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/03_27_100.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't tell you what countries surround Uzbekistan, but I surely can tell what ocean I am closest to. DAMNNNN. I guess this is just the school teacher in me coming out. You should definitely check out the sites on my niece and nephew... both sooooo cute and he looks terrified in every pic!!!  Okay not every!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question for today is this: Is it more important to know where you are or where you could be??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112191620105362311?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112191620105362311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112191620105362311' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112191620105362311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112191620105362311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-in-wold-is-carmen-sandiego.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112183722001151035</id><published>2005-07-19T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T09:42:06.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/IMG_0426.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - it's a Tuesday night which usually means I went hashing. And I did, and it was good, And there was much rejoicing. And then we hashed. We hashed for hours, Uprooting trees, bushes, and flowers. Frightening small children and woodland animals. We hashed with power tools. We hashed like Vikings, with horns on our head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - enough. My point being that someone got named last week at the SH*T hash whose named was based on h im telling a fable. This is something like how the fable went: Once upon a time there was a guy - no name - who went to a camping trip called TITS. There he met a girl named - we will call her Whoosh - for this story. Now those that know Whoosh know that she is her own person. Also - we know that Whoosh DOES NOT sleep with hashers, none the less proposition them for sex. However, some may mistake her fabulous dance moves as a proposition for sex. So this hasher told a story about how the girl who we are calling Whoosh propositioned him for sex not only once but TWICE during the weekend which he denied. So we naive SH*T hashers took his word for it. Well, after discussing it, we - my lesbian lover sister(thanks Water Gate - she has known us for a year and thought we were lesbians until last night) - Metro Ho and I were discussing the plausibility of this situation. We decided that the true test would be when someone confronted this hasher for&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/IMG_0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/IMG_0425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; details and he told the story - which we &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/IMG_0426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;knew would get back to said Whoosh eventually. As we were discussing this - we pulled into the parking lot to find one Whoosh present at our hash. So - the conversation of course turned toward this debaucherous topic. And low and behold Udder Ho had pics from the weekend in question. There were pics of Whoosh laying her dance moves on random hasher guys and girls and there were pics of nameless hasher sitting alone in various places amongst the campground. However, there was not one pic of nameless hasher and Whoosh to be found. Until tonight - and I will be updating this pic when CoaCoas gives me copyrights. Here is Whoosh and The Little Cock That Wouldn't!!!! The pictures get better. - (just so you know - there is a pic of The Little Cock on her cleavage). Together at last!!! So my question today is this.... Is it funnier that he made up this story or that she showed up the week after to deny all allegations???? PS - how did I do for my first post hashing blog??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112183722001151035?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112183722001151035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112183722001151035' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112183722001151035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112183722001151035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay-its-tuesday-night-which-usually.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112174145044645763</id><published>2005-07-18T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T07:24:31.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S HOT AND I ALMOST GOT HIT BY A DEER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I went out for my walk/run (and by run I mean mostly walking). It was 90 degrees but it needed to be done. I decided to bring music tonight so that I didn't have to talk to all the dog walking strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my music machine is a hand me down from my sister. Therfore music selections are still from her doing. Let me give you the list of songs I had to choose from:&lt;br /&gt;1) Laid - you know... This bed is on fire with passion and love, blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;2)Shake Ya Ass by Mystikal&lt;br /&gt;3) Never Gonna Stop - Rob Zombie&lt;br /&gt;4) She Bang - Ricky Martin&lt;br /&gt;5) To Be Free - Emilianna Torrini&lt;br /&gt;6) Milkshake - Kellis&lt;br /&gt;7) Damn it Feels Good to Be a Gangster - Geto Boys&lt;br /&gt;8) Hey Ya - Outkast (oops - thanks Weeeee!)&lt;br /&gt;9) Motha F'in P I M P - Snoop Dog&lt;br /&gt;10) Without Me - Eminem&lt;br /&gt;11) Fat Lip - Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;12) Chop Suey - System of a Down&lt;br /&gt;13) Renegades of Funk - Rage Against the Machine&lt;br /&gt;14) You Can Do It - Ice Cube&lt;br /&gt;15) Living Dead Girl - Rob Zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I am walking along trying to figure out if my sister is a metal thrasher or a Ghetto Queen, I'm not paying much attention to what is around me. That is until I almost got side swiped by a DEER. This thing came walking out and almost ran into me. WTF??? It continued on across the street, turned around and looked at me then carried on. That deer snuffed me - if only it knew i was listening to thrasher metal music and was ANGRY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my story from the evening. I came home after and made Black Bean Burgers with corn salsa and guacamole. YUMMY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your Monday??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112174145044645763?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112174145044645763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112174145044645763' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112174145044645763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112174145044645763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-hot-and-i-almost-got-hit-by-deer.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112169571529777147</id><published>2005-07-18T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T09:08:35.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/06_16_381.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="142" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/06_16_381.JPEG" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ACCEPTABLE HASH BEHAVIOR!!??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a term used frequently when trying to explain a what could be construed as an indecent action at the hash. For example - here we have little Miss Special K sucking on a beer can at a hash. Acceptable hash behavior?? I am not sure. But the response was "What doesn't kill her will make her stronger!" True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/03_27_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/03_27_2.jpeg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next we see Eunich and Hedgehog doing Vanilla Pudding vodka shots out of a condom. Again - some may squwack at this action, but it is in fact acceptable hash behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/05_26_83.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/05_26_83.jpeg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture from a Toga Wine hash.  Again - perfectly acceptable hash behavior - dressing up in a Toga and wreath of leaves, drinking a whole bunch of home made wine then going around and doing tastings off of guys chests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question however is this:  This excuse works in the Hashing World, but would it work in the real world??  Speeding tickets, DUI's, getting caught cheating, etc???  Is it true that "Everything We Really Need to Know We Learned at the Hash??"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112169571529777147?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112169571529777147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112169571529777147' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112169571529777147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112169571529777147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/07/acceptable-hash-behavior-this-is-term.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112135318128340110</id><published>2005-07-14T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T09:59:41.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/Picture010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/Picture010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This baby is Lily Marie!  She is my second cousin and was just born today.  AND she looks just like my cousin - her daddy - Jesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to a story about babies.  I went to the gynecologist - or as I like to call her - Dr. Evil last week.  I found a place in the phone book and I called.  Well, I should have turned around as soon as I got there.  The place was dirty and the ladies working behind the desk were all white trash - you know the kind - dyed red straggly hair, stretch pants and cheap perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 mins. after I arrived - I finally got called back.  I was put in a room and told to wait for the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour after I arrive - the doctor comes in.  She tells me all about her and her education and how she used to work at a hospital in India that delivered 40,000 babies a year and how she has been asked by the local universities to guest speak - blah blah blah.  Then she starts asking about me.  What do I do?  Teacher.  That was acceptable.  What was my relationship status?  Single - a look of disbelief.  Then she starts on me about how I need to just trust someone and marry them and have a baby.  She tells me that I am getting old and that I am running out of time.  I told her that I wasn't in any rush.  And she continued for another minute or so.  Then she said to put on the robe and she would be right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours after I arrive - Dr. Evil comes back.  Apparently she left (meanwhile I am sitting there in the paper robe and "blanket") and went and delivered a baby!!!  She apologized for my sitting there for a FREAKIN hour!!!  She did her thing and mid doing her thing - there is a knock on the door and the nurse comes in and tells her that Dr. So and So is on the phone and it's important.  She leaves the room!!!  I was in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours and 30 mins. after I arrive - Dr. Evil comes back finishes up and ends the session with - "You should lose some weight."  No DUH!!!!  I try to explain to her that I have and am still but she starts pushing this program she offers on me.  I tell her no thanks.  She leaves, I get dresed and walk out to the desk.  She comes up and tells me at the desk that she needs to see me again in a week to follow up (I am not going to give specifics here) and then in 2 months again.  NO WAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours after I arrive - and $10 poorer and 2 appt. cards in hand I finally leave.  As soon as I get home, I called the insurance company and ask if I can go somewhere else.  They said yes and I made an appt. that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely didn't go there for relationship advice from Dr. Nicky Singh who was probably betrothed when she was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is the end of my rant on babies!!!  Welcome to the World Lily!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14439360-112135318128340110?l=whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112135318128340110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14439360&amp;postID=112135318128340110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112135318128340110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14439360/posts/default/112135318128340110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthenameofthegame.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-baby-is-lily-marie-she-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SMAC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03134420694747515931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/TITS%202005%200041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14439360.post-112129261052413462</id><published>2005-07-13T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T13:47:17.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I am off to see ABBA - the music tonight at Wolf Trap. I think it's about to pour out, but we are still going. List of things for a night on the lawn at Wolf Trap:&lt;br /&gt;1) Chairs - thanks Free Pussy&lt;br /&gt;2) Big Cheezits&lt;br /&gt;3) Tomatos, basil, mozarella skeweres with balsamic&lt;br /&gt;4)Avacado rolls - kind of like sushi but not&lt;br /&gt;5) Hummus and 3 other kinds of dip&lt;br /&gt;6) Mini whole wheat pitas&lt;br /&gt;7) wine opener&lt;br /&gt;8) plastic wine glasses&lt;br /&gt;9) most importantly - WINE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;10)  added day after - tickets - don't forget the tickets.  Do not drive all the way to Wolf Trap and as you are about to pull in remember you forgot the tickets.  DUH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I go I wanna complain about something. I am doing curriculum development this summer for the school district. It's no wonder these kids can't learn. These people that I work with are slow, uncreative and OLD (and by old - I mean don't have any idea about the internet or computers)!!! There should be an age limit on people that can develop curriculum. People that insist on writing things on paper first then putting it on their computers shouldn't be getting paid by the hour. AUGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - off to ABBA!!! This is my first blog... we shall see how long I can keep this up!!! Encouragement welcomed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/1600/56666702_186792525_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6971/1306/320/56666702_186792525_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the best pic I could get!!! 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