<?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-30718566</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:46:37.653-05:00</updated><category term='movies movies movies'/><category term='Ginou'/><category term='iPhone'/><category term='Friendship just the perfect blendship'/><category term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><category term='We are family'/><category term='If only I had my camera'/><category term='Steve'/><category term='Big Apple'/><category term='Obsessed much?'/><title type='text'>My friend calls me Skipper</title><subtitle type='html'>No really...she does.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-6289458456291505733</id><published>2009-03-09T11:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:52:06.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Steps Lalala - Amelia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/t9BqgrhHhQE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/t9BqgrhHhQE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-6289458456291505733?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6289458456291505733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=6289458456291505733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6289458456291505733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6289458456291505733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2009/03/human-steps-lalala-amelia.html' title='Human Steps Lalala - Amelia'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-4801269001671121802</id><published>2009-02-24T21:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:26:07.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Wanna F**kin' Dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/7cMD4p2HfEo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/7cMD4p2HfEo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw this video today and it took me away.  Away to a place that I love.  My life of theatre and endless trashy movies.  Please enjoy this video as much as I did.  I know you've seen almost all (if not all) those movies that are featured in this.  The joy that this video brought me today is the joy and laughter that makes life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...I just wanna fuckin' dance!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-4801269001671121802?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4801269001671121802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=4801269001671121802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4801269001671121802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4801269001671121802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-wanna-fkin-dance.html' title='I Just Wanna F**kin&amp;#39; Dance!'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-4059286921926607931</id><published>2009-01-10T23:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:17:34.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Men Origins: Wolverine Trailer </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/OX6H7t1wXZI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/OX6H7t1wXZI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw this trailer when I saw The Spirit on Tuesday.  According to my best friend Sparky, I was so excited that I was practically leaping out of my seat and trying to hug the movie screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-4059286921926607931?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4059286921926607931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=4059286921926607931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4059286921926607931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4059286921926607931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2009/01/x-men-origins-wolverine-trailer.html' title='X-Men Origins: Wolverine Trailer '/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-7647992026964785516</id><published>2008-12-21T14:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:56:16.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SU6aN4GeRAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZtMQ0zVYc8U/s1600-h/2624_new-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SU6aN4GeRAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZtMQ0zVYc8U/s320/2624_new-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282328976140682242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I donated my time and stage managed a benefit for a dear friend.  A Simply Barbra Holiday Spectacular.  The benefit was for the &lt;a href="http://www.aliforneycenter.org/"&gt;Ali Forney Center&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ali Forney Center (AFC) was started in June of 2002 in response to the lack of safe shelter for LGBT youth in New York City. We are committed to providing these young people with safe, dignified, nurturing environments where their needs can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; met, and where they can begi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n to put their lives back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a great charity and I was more than happy to donate my time for this great cause.  It was a superb evening!  &lt;a href="http://www.simplybarbra.com"&gt;Steven Brinberg is Simply Barbra&lt;/a&gt; and let me tell you....he's fantastic!  We were doing the sound check with Steven and he starts the show off stage and that man started singing...  I looked over at my friend and my mouth dropped.  The sound he creates is unbelievable.  When Steven transformed into Barbra, it's even more unbelievable.  He has her manuerisms down to a tee.  What's even better than his talents...he is so kind.  It was great to chat with him and find that we have a lot in common.  :)  If you get a chance to see Simply Barbra, please do.  It's a great evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/04/21/arts/Wilson600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 356px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/04/21/arts/Wilson600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My highlight of the evening was meeting legend &lt;a href="http://www.citycabaret.com/jwilson/"&gt;Julie Wilson&lt;/a&gt;.  She made her way as a Cabaret performer and made her Broadway Debut in 1946.  She is now 84 and still performing her heart out.  She is just divine!  She is just so precious and I instantly fell in love with her.  The way she spoke was just so wonderful.  I found her in a full length glittery gown and big, puffy slippers that looked like cartoon tennis shoes.  I complimented her on her slippers and she turned around and told me it is like walking on "powder puffs".  She later complimented me on my hair color.  "It's fake" I whispered to her.  "NO!" she says followed by a sly giggle,  "I just did mine yesterday!"  She wanted to look terrific for her night with Barbra.  What a dream she is...  The show started and I escorted Julie up the stairs.  She walks out on stage with a HUGE red boa to which she says is named Suzie.  I am in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sterlingpricemckinney.com/images/juliewilsonlive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 338px;" src="http://sterlingpricemckinney.com/images/juliewilsonlive.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.citycabaret.com/jwilson/julieboa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 412px;" src="http://www.citycabaret.com/jwilson/julieboa.gif" alt="" 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/30718566-7647992026964785516?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7647992026964785516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=7647992026964785516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7647992026964785516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7647992026964785516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/12/legend.html' title='Legend'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SU6aN4GeRAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZtMQ0zVYc8U/s72-c/2624_new-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-6885740779507902046</id><published>2008-12-17T15:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:11:30.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>I found this &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/us_world/2008/12/16/2008-12-16_happy_birthday_adolf_hitler_boy_with_naz.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; today... I am speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2008/12/17/alg_adolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 243px;" src="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2008/12/17/alg_adolf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="photo-credit"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="photo-description"&gt;Adolf Hitler Campbell, 3, is sandwiched by his parents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This Hitler youth is blond-haired, blue-eyed and just turned three.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a title="Adolf Hitler Campbell" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/topics/Adolf+Hitler+Campbell"&gt;Adolf Hitler Campbell&lt;/a&gt; is the middle child of three kids given Nazi-themed names by their parents, including a dad who denies the Holocaust occurred and decorates his home with swastikas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"They're just names, you know," father &lt;a title="Heath Campbell" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/topics/Heath+Campbell"&gt;Heath Campbell&lt;/a&gt; told the Easton Express-Times. "Yeah, they (the Nazis) were bad people back then. But my kids are little. They're not going to grow up like that."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Adolf has two sisters, JoyceLynn &lt;a title="Aryan Nations" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/topics/Aryan+Nations"&gt;Aryan Nation&lt;/a&gt; and Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie. The latter, just eight months old, was named for Nazi leader &lt;a title="Heinrich Himmler" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/topics/Heinrich+Himmler"&gt;Heinrich Himmler&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The bizarre names came to public attention after a local &lt;a title="Shoprite Group plc" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/topics/Shoprite+Group+plc"&gt;ShopRite&lt;/a&gt; declined to provide the Holland Township, &lt;a title="New Jersey" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/topics/New+Jersey"&gt;N.J.&lt;/a&gt;, family with a cake inscribed "Happy Birthday &lt;a title="Adolf Hitler" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/topics/Adolf+Hitler"&gt;Adolf Hitler&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Other kids get their cake," Campbell complained. "I get a hard time. It's not fair to my children. How can a name be offensive?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The kids are growing up in a home festooned with a swastika in every room. The father wears boots that once belonged to a Nazi soldier, and claims a relative was a member of Hitler's feared &lt;a title="Nazi SS" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/topics/Nazi+SS"&gt;Schutzstaffel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The parents insist they are not racist, although they don't believe in mingling the races. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And Heath Campbell claims he doesn't understand why people are shocked when they hear his son's full name. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone give him a history book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-6885740779507902046?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6885740779507902046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=6885740779507902046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6885740779507902046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6885740779507902046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/12/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-1494884104782185151</id><published>2008-11-16T18:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:01:42.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11/15/08</title><content type='html'>To show my love, honor, pride for my mom, my heritage, my grandfather....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SSCwVH69TII/AAAAAAAAAGM/awFCxqzNT-c/s1600-h/IMG_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SSCxWF4IRTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PaBlTubioFQ/s320/IMG_0569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269406557116319026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SSCxWb-j-yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zkdVN7nJ_r4/s1600-h/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SSCxWb-j-yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zkdVN7nJ_r4/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269406563048880930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SSCxWDuExDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XasbEg7kyPY/s1600-h/IMG_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SSCxWDuExDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XasbEg7kyPY/s320/IMG_0575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269406556537275442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SSCxXPqx_OI/AAAAAAAAAHU/xYBKF3k2aOQ/s1600-h/IMG_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SSCxXPqx_OI/AAAAAAAAAHU/xYBKF3k2aOQ/s320/IMG_0580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269406576924556514" 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/30718566-1494884104782185151?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1494884104782185151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=1494884104782185151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/1494884104782185151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/1494884104782185151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/11/111508.html' title='11/15/08'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SSCwVH69TII/AAAAAAAAAGM/awFCxqzNT-c/s72-c/IMG_0555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-6644577076576225151</id><published>2008-10-24T20:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:21:16.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweeeeets</title><content type='html'>Want to "hear" from me more frequently?  Follow me on &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/taliak"&gt;TWITTER&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-6644577076576225151?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6644577076576225151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=6644577076576225151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6644577076576225151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6644577076576225151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/10/tweeeeets.html' title='Tweeeeets'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-375514378800952493</id><published>2008-10-09T18:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:00:11.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-375514378800952493?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/375514378800952493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=375514378800952493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/375514378800952493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/375514378800952493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-986335322681803708</id><published>2008-10-02T18:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:53:04.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh mon dieu!</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD SHE'S ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my dear reader.  (Read singular) I am alive.  Alive and well.  My sincere apologies that I haven't written in some time.  I have had writer's block, doctor's appointments, a trip to France...ya know, the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to come out of my writer's block shell and am trying to come up with things to Blog about.  So here I am tonight, sitting on my couch watching House while my beautiful kitten stares at me desperately wanting me to pet her.  Because dear lord, I have been gone for 10 hours and she is starving...for attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few months, I have watched a lot of TV and read some really great books and my apartment has been the local hotel for visiting family and friends.  I am finally home free and thought, "I should write a blog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's talk about these books... I don't know how no one told me about the Twilight Series until after the release of book 4.  What?!  Why didn't I know about book 1!?  Well, dear reader.  I hope you've known about these books and have read them.  (I am currently on book 3).  If you have been deprived of this information and this great series....then go...NOW...to the bookstore or the library and start reading.  We'll discuss when you're done.  Now, let's talk about the other book I'm reading.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bright Lights, Big Ass&lt;/span&gt; by Jen Lancaster.  Let's just skip my review of this book.  I ORDER you, yes ORDER, to go buy this book.  It's brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found a sweatshirt in a catalog that says "I 'heart' spreadsheets"  Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm still on weight watchers.  Down 13 point something pounds.  I'm making a dent.  Slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it Christmas yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-986335322681803708?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/986335322681803708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=986335322681803708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/986335322681803708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/986335322681803708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-mon-dieu.html' title='Oh mon dieu!'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-2423402440446929649</id><published>2008-06-25T18:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:13:18.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post-it?</title><content type='html'>ME:  How did you know it was me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALE FRIEND:  Your boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  But I was wearing a jacket....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALE FRIEND:  Yeah.  That's like trying to cover an airplane with a post-it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-2423402440446929649?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2423402440446929649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=2423402440446929649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2423402440446929649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2423402440446929649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/06/post-it.html' title='A Post-it?'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-3929239626086701466</id><published>2008-06-19T19:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:50:57.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission ONE Complete.</title><content type='html'>So the first week of Weight Watchers is complete.  I am still alive.  But I am still hungry.  HA.  I of course opened my wide mouth during our meeting today to express how difficult of a time I was having.  I seemed to be the most negative person in the room which made me feel uncomfortable.  Because I can't be the only one struggling.  So I vented.  Everyone else in the room seemed to be getting along just fine.  There were a few people who didn't say what their first week was like so maybe I was a loud mouth for them too.  Who knows.  Everyone wants to tell me that it's going to be fine and it will get easier as my body and mind get used to it all but right now...I don't want to hear that.  Cause I just want to eat.  Eat.  Eat.  Eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-3929239626086701466?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3929239626086701466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=3929239626086701466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3929239626086701466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3929239626086701466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/06/mission-one-complete.html' title='Mission ONE Complete.'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-8801477217790272954</id><published>2008-06-15T09:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:28:05.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watchers</title><content type='html'>On Thursday I started Weight Watchers.  This is now my second run at weight watchers.  For whatever reason, I am struggling this time.  Greatly.  Yesterday was a very rough day for me.  I was emotional.  Starving.  Angry.  I wanted to give up right then and there.  I don't know what this time is harder.  Is it because I weigh more?  Is it because I have something else going on subconsciously that I am unaware of?  I don't want to be around people because I feel like everything and anything we talk about revolves around food and points.  This damn point system.  I called my mom yesterday because I needed to talk to someone who would listen.  Who would help me try to find a solution.  Who would remind me that it's going to be okay.  The minute I started talking to her, tears flooded my eyes.  I was so desperate for food.  Desperate for a solution to make this hunger and struggle go away.  My downfall I think when I get this desperate or depressed is to eat.  Unfortunately, I can't do that.  I do understand that in the long run this is better for me and my future.  But it is a struggle.  And a very hard one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-8801477217790272954?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8801477217790272954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=8801477217790272954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8801477217790272954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8801477217790272954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/06/weight-watchers.html' title='Weight Watchers'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-118085240322418430</id><published>2008-06-10T19:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:06:22.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>I am sure most of you have already heard the most thrilling news of the year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/home/2008/images/apple_iphone3g_20080609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.apple.com/home/2008/images/apple_iphone3g_20080609.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new iPhone 3G to be released on July 11th.  I am so there!  With bells on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-118085240322418430?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/118085240322418430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=118085240322418430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/118085240322418430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/118085240322418430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/06/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-568562327281092418</id><published>2008-06-07T08:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:49:23.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet in the middle...?</title><content type='html'>A discussion about the West Coast versus the East Coast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Well, they're on the West Coast and I'm on the East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO-WORKER: Well can't you meet in the middle? ....... New Jersey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-568562327281092418?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/568562327281092418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=568562327281092418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/568562327281092418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/568562327281092418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/06/meet-in-middle.html' title='Meet in the middle...?'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-4362595849027465087</id><published>2008-05-19T09:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:18:49.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><title type='text'>Catnip crazy!</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I was in Baltimore for the semi-annual Pet Trade Show.  The free samples for kitties is very limited and it didn't help that I was walking a dog for all three days.  I did manage to score a knitted catnip monkey for my little ones at home.  This was the first treat I gave my kitties after being gone for 4 days.  Here is the last few seconds of how much Steve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; that catnip monkey.  He's totally catnip crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8719d3740ef0396d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8719d3740ef0396d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331384871%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D226F768AA80399FF1C6844414954C781E7D4184.6721EC7E8744EA1139BA7422FBC03ACDAD999B6B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8719d3740ef0396d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk5YcEYPsFslon-2pWy09SUzw8m4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8719d3740ef0396d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331384871%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D226F768AA80399FF1C6844414954C781E7D4184.6721EC7E8744EA1139BA7422FBC03ACDAD999B6B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8719d3740ef0396d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk5YcEYPsFslon-2pWy09SUzw8m4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-4362595849027465087?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8719d3740ef0396d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4362595849027465087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=4362595849027465087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4362595849027465087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4362595849027465087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/05/catnip-crazy.html' title='Catnip crazy!'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-7683660887560007023</id><published>2008-05-02T19:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:19:01.551-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessed much?'/><title type='text'>Time to celebrate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/iphone/features/images/phone_hero20071019.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.apple.com/iphone/features/images/phone_hero20071019.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who don't already know...  I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone"&gt;iPhone&lt;/a&gt;.  I, of course, wanted the first generation the day it came out, but I couldn't afford it.  So I sat patiently (all the while gawking at everyone else who had one) until Christmas for the phone.  My dad gave me a gift card to &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; so I could get my phone but my computer, Bulldog - may she rest in peace - malfunctioned and I had to get a new computer.  So alas, no iPhone.  But guess what!  They're coming out with a 3rd generation phone this summer.  Well rumor has it they'll announce it at the World Wide Developers conference in June and have it ready for shipment in July.  (HOLLAH!) So I am setting my sights (and hopes) on getting the phone sometime this summer.  I just &lt;a href="http://techland.blogs.fortune.cnn.com/2008/05/01/atts-price-cut-could-juice-iphone-sales/"&gt;read an article&lt;/a&gt; that AT&amp;amp;T is going to lower the iPhone price by $200.  No need to read that again, I'll tell you.  $200 dollars!!  The catch is signing a two year contract.  Well guess what, Skipper is already an AT&amp;amp;T customer.  So what's another two years to get the iPhone at the price point of $199 instead of $399.  Ok, let's just say that my obsession just increased by about 980293849408%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-7683660887560007023?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7683660887560007023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=7683660887560007023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7683660887560007023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7683660887560007023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-to-celebrate.html' title='Time to celebrate!'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-4138491372071865621</id><published>2008-04-30T19:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:19:11.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><title type='text'>Comfortable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SBkOPdlspPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NyL4fVo_Jvo/s1600-h/stevebackpack.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SBkOPdlspPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NyL4fVo_Jvo/s320/stevebackpack.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195199303952147698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So he tried to crawl &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; the bag from the back of the couch.  He then fell over and landed like this.  He stayed there for quite some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-4138491372071865621?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4138491372071865621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=4138491372071865621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4138491372071865621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4138491372071865621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/04/comfortable.html' title='Comfortable?'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SBkOPdlspPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NyL4fVo_Jvo/s72-c/stevebackpack.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-667574697959604562</id><published>2008-04-20T12:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:19:35.261-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Apple'/><title type='text'>Things that make me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SAt7_EAI7eI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W8ZEjcAw5G4/s1600-h/Untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SAt7_EAI7eI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W8ZEjcAw5G4/s320/Untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191379318810930658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my way to work yesterday morning, I was blessed with this view.  My favorite flower.  Everywhere.  They looked so beautiful in the bright sunlight and I couldn't resist taking a photo.  Thank heavens for camera phones.  That photo got me through a rough day yesterday so I thought I would share it with all of you.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-667574697959604562?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/667574697959604562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=667574697959604562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/667574697959604562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/667574697959604562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Things that make me happy'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/SAt7_EAI7eI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W8ZEjcAw5G4/s72-c/Untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-3546259413321052207</id><published>2008-03-25T22:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:21:02.279-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies movies movies'/><title type='text'>I can't wait to see this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WaIR9dAZRR0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WaIR9dAZRR0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-3546259413321052207?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3546259413321052207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=3546259413321052207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3546259413321052207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3546259413321052207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='I can&apos;t wait to see this...'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-4323675752333464145</id><published>2008-03-19T19:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:21:16.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><title type='text'>What's it called again?</title><content type='html'>ME:  So yeah, I like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM:  Ok, well I better get going cause I'm calling from the blueberry and it's a personal call so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  HAHAHAHAH!!!  YOU JUST CALLED IT A BLUEBERRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-4323675752333464145?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4323675752333464145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=4323675752333464145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4323675752333464145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4323675752333464145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-it-called-again.html' title='What&apos;s it called again?'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-2270760021102614006</id><published>2008-03-13T18:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:21:24.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><title type='text'>Washing dishes</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when I wash dishes I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; see suds in order to believe that my dishes are actually being cleaned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-2270760021102614006?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2270760021102614006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=2270760021102614006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2270760021102614006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2270760021102614006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/03/washing-dishes.html' title='Washing dishes'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-7075835163491584825</id><published>2008-03-03T22:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:21:36.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ginou'/><title type='text'>Baby book</title><content type='html'>If I had a baby book I would make a whole page about this event....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY MY KITTEN ATE HER FIRST TREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!  She did!  Before she would just play with it and then Steve would come clean it up later like the vacuum cleaner he is.  My baby has discovered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;treats&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-7075835163491584825?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7075835163491584825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=7075835163491584825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7075835163491584825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7075835163491584825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-book.html' title='Baby book'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-7508135518646028966</id><published>2008-02-26T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:21:48.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><title type='text'>A confession</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would say this...but I am totally picky about my toilet paper.  Oohh, that feels good.  To get that off my chest.  In my house growing up, all I really remember is having &lt;a href="http://charmin.com/en_us/pages/home.shtml"&gt;Charmin&lt;/a&gt; in the house.  So, when I got my own place, Charmin it was.  Living in New York City is quite expensive and there was this one time I got &lt;a href="http://www.scottbrand.com/us/offers/coupon/index.asp"&gt;Scott&lt;/a&gt; because the fundage was low.  Oh dear lord.  That was like using construction paper.  Sorry Scott brand, but your toilet paper sucks ass.  So I went back to the beautiful Charmin.  My friend who owns the pet boutique asked me to pick up some TP for the store.  I went across the street to Duane Reade and they were restocking and all they had was Scott.  I, of course, left the store without toilet paper.  I refused to bring Scott back to my friend.  Lo and behold, thats the brand of toilet paper my friend grew up on and is just dandy with it.  She didn't understand my issues with Scott.  She laughed at me.  The other night I went to the 24 hour CVS by my house and went to the toilet paper aisle.  The only brand that was left on the shelf was &lt;a href="http://www.cottonelle.com/"&gt;Cottonelle&lt;/a&gt;.  I had never tried Cottenelle and I figured it's probably better than Scott so I gave it a try.  It wasn't until I got home when I realized that it was only 1-ply.  I think that is the secret.  I have to have 2-ply toilet paper.  This Cottonelle stuff does not do the job.  AND I STILL HAVE FOUR ROLLS LEFT!  I like knowing that I have one secure thing in my life.  My love for Charmin.  I can't wait to get through these four rolls of Cottonelle and back to my Charmin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-7508135518646028966?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7508135518646028966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=7508135518646028966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7508135518646028966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7508135518646028966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/02/confession.html' title='A confession'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-2497109418183475212</id><published>2008-02-08T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:22:07.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><title type='text'>Inspiring.  Beautiful.  Touching.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" id="Musicane" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="371" width="408"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.musicane.com/yeswecan/musicane1.swf?rsid=8f022c82-a9d6-47b3-b0c1-dc42546633cf&amp;amp;sid=911E113E-F2EA-41EA-A5A6-C2A2B1A2E9E3&amp;amp;uid="&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.musicane.com/yeswecan/musicane1.swf?rsid=8f022c82-a9d6-47b3-b0c1-dc42546633cf&amp;amp;sid=911E113E-F2EA-41EA-A5A6-C2A2B1A2E9E3&amp;amp;uid=" quality="high" name="Musicane" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="371" width="408"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-2497109418183475212?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2497109418183475212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=2497109418183475212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2497109418183475212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2497109418183475212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/02/inspiring-beautiful-touching.html' title='Inspiring.  Beautiful.  Touching.'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-4019347068544955356</id><published>2008-01-09T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:23:05.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If only I had my camera'/><title type='text'>Celebrity Sighting...</title><content type='html'>I rode in the elevator at the rehearsal studio today with.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. TERRENCE HOWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Profiles/20060922/244.howard.terrence.091906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Profiles/20060922/244.howard.terrence.091906.jpg" alt="" 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/30718566-4019347068544955356?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4019347068544955356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=4019347068544955356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4019347068544955356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4019347068544955356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/01/celebrity-sighting.html' title='Celebrity Sighting...'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-2365083411330683683</id><published>2008-01-01T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:24:08.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We are family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ginou'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2007</title><content type='html'>I flew to California for the week for Christmas and took my kitten with me.  :)  She did very well.  Only got out of her bag once.  HA.  And yes, while we were on the plane. She loved being in my Mom's house as she got to run freely.  Christmas Eve was a huge hit.  She loved on everyone and was quite content in the mound of wrapping paper and tissue.  We flew back yesterday and again, she did very well on the plane.  She was very vocal when we were at a stand still but once we started moving, she was good.  She really is an amazing kitty.  She has gotten SO big since I first got her.  She has been passed out all day today.  Completely exhausted from all her traveling.  Here...take a look. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/R3r_ZREZUdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8OB9eac2Fgs/s1600-h/Ginou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/R3r_ZREZUdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8OB9eac2Fgs/s320/Ginou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150709933395235282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight of my trip was meeting my baby niece.  She was just to die for and I couldn't let go of her.  She just turned 6 weeks old.  Here is a photo of me holding her for the very first time taken on my cellphone.  Gotta love those cellphones with cameras.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/R3r_5BEZUeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hWAX9bEY5ZY/s1600-h/MaddieXmas2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/R3r_5BEZUeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hWAX9bEY5ZY/s320/MaddieXmas2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150710478856081890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a happy and safe holiday season and I wish you a happy and healthy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-2365083411330683683?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2365083411330683683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=2365083411330683683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2365083411330683683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2365083411330683683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-2007.html' title='Christmas 2007'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/R3r_ZREZUdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8OB9eac2Fgs/s72-c/Ginou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-4492710127753646704</id><published>2007-12-15T20:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:24:34.982-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><title type='text'>Nouvelle Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsuSzItNC8E&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsuSzItNC8E&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stumbled upon this youtube video today.  I am astounded!  This is France's version of American Idol.  Tell me what you think of this kid...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-4492710127753646704?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4492710127753646704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=4492710127753646704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4492710127753646704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4492710127753646704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/12/nouvelle-star.html' title='Nouvelle Star'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-7364388714297373393</id><published>2007-12-11T00:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:24:55.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We are family'/><title type='text'>Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/R14miML4h7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/9VOxO933QMU/s1600-h/archie.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/R14miML4h7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/9VOxO933QMU/s320/archie.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142590193332160434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was a good day.  :)  My mama rescued a kitten.  That cute little thing.  He is approximately 6 weeks old.  He was found in a wheel well of an SUV by one of her co-workers.  He was covered in oil and fleas.  He was taken to the vet and cleaned up over the weekend and is now in the loving care of my mama.  He's on antibiotics and eye drops.  The woman who found him was calling him Archie.  But we think that will change....any name suggestions!?  Comments now open!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-7364388714297373393?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7364388714297373393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=7364388714297373393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7364388714297373393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7364388714297373393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/12/name.html' title='Name?'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/R14miML4h7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/9VOxO933QMU/s72-c/archie.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-3541633557149429687</id><published>2007-12-01T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:25:24.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessed much?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Apple'/><title type='text'>Six degrees of separation</title><content type='html'>Last night I found out that I have ONE degree of separation to &lt;a href="http://www.bettemidler.com"&gt;MISS BETTE MIDLER&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my french, but HOLY SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boardwalkhall.com/images/press/Bette-Midler_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.boardwalkhall.com/images/press/Bette-Midler_big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.poster.net/midler-bette/midler-bette-photo-bette-midler-6230666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.poster.net/midler-bette/midler-bette-photo-bette-midler-6230666.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mtv.com/shared/media/images/artist/m/midler_bette/az_official/281x211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.mtv.com/shared/media/images/artist/m/midler_bette/az_official/281x211.jpg" alt="" 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/30718566-3541633557149429687?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3541633557149429687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=3541633557149429687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3541633557149429687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3541633557149429687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/12/six-degrees-of-separation.html' title='Six degrees of separation'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-8197241023062525196</id><published>2007-11-15T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:25:45.505-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We are family'/><title type='text'>New life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q_OnZGlCi6g/RzvSRmKpnBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9I89Kpe_-EE/s1600/DSC01119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q_OnZGlCi6g/RzvSRmKpnBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9I89Kpe_-EE/s1600/DSC01119.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece, Madeline Kate Sutton was born tonight, Wednesday November 14th, 2007 at 11:30PM EST.  She was 8 pounds, 4 ounces and 21 inches long.  I couldn't be happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Maddie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-8197241023062525196?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8197241023062525196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=8197241023062525196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8197241023062525196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8197241023062525196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-life.html' title='New life'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q_OnZGlCi6g/RzvSRmKpnBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9I89Kpe_-EE/s72-c/DSC01119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-2344634204040943911</id><published>2007-11-08T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:27:19.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Apple'/><title type='text'>Will someone please explain to me...</title><content type='html'>how one can drop off their laundry at the laundry mat to then pick it up and find that the one thing missing from their laundry is a queen size mattress pad.  Not a sock but a QUEEN SIZE MATTRESS PAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please explain this to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-2344634204040943911?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2344634204040943911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=2344634204040943911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2344634204040943911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2344634204040943911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/11/will-someone-please-explain-to-me.html' title='Will someone please explain to me...'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-3089133102058143377</id><published>2007-11-06T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:27:03.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><title type='text'>Martial Arts</title><content type='html'>I have always been a fan of Martial Arts.  It is not only an athletic but also very beautiful and can be extremely graceful.  A stunning art.  As I have gotten older I have grown more appreciative of it.  And being the movie geek that I am, I find myself drawn to films of that nature.  Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon; Hero; House of Flying Daggers; Kill Bill Vol. 1; Curse of the Golden Flower etc.  I am always astounded at the skill that the Martial Arts people have.  Their agility, strength, lines...everything about their movement blows me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently told my friend that I enjoy this film genre knowing that he was a Martial Arts aficionado.  If it were a musical, in that very moment, we would have burst out into song.  He was very happy to hear that I too had such interest in that art form.  We talked about Martial Arts for a good hour and every day continue to discuss it.  I love talking about it with him because every day I learn something new.  And I am introduced to movies that I never would have seen had I not said anything to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night was movie and take out night.  We ordered Chinese food and watched Jackie Chan's The Legend of Druken Master.  First of all, I need to tell you that I think Jackie Chan is brilliant.  In this 1994 sequel, the tricks that man does will blow you away.  And you watch knowing that he does all his own stunts.  Fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite Martial Arts film?  Why?  Let the comments begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-3089133102058143377?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3089133102058143377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=3089133102058143377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3089133102058143377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3089133102058143377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/11/martial-arts.html' title='Martial Arts'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-1583734768191890302</id><published>2007-10-16T20:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:27:03.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><title type='text'>Pulling at my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/DDPKKYhatUY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/DDPKKYhatUY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I first started my blog I told all of you out there that So You Think You Can Dance was a new hot obsession of mine.  Well, it continued into this year and I was there, every week with each and every dancer.  SYTYCD was announced as my FAVORITE TV SHOW.  It still is.  This dance piece moves me to no end.  All of the emotions that roll through me when I watch this are unexplainable.  Please watch and enjoy.  The song choice, the movement...everything about it is extraordinary.  I hope it moves you too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-1583734768191890302?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1583734768191890302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=1583734768191890302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/1583734768191890302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/1583734768191890302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/10/pulling-at-my-heart.html' title='Pulling at my heart'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-1349643995197226689</id><published>2007-10-10T23:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:27:19.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Apple'/><title type='text'>Feet</title><content type='html'>Feet. I have a thing with my feet.  I like my feet protected.  I love socks and socks on my feet inside shoes.  I am only barefoot in my own home or where I feel at home.  I love getting pedicures and I love the way my feet look once the pedicure is done.  This is generally the moment you will find me in sandals or somestrappy set of shoes.  If I could, I would get consistent pedicures year round.  But frankly, they are expensive.  The good ones at least.  Now don't get me wrong, I like my feet.  I think they're actually a good set of feet.  So why don't I show them off more?  Cause I don't like my feet to feel dirty.  I could have had the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;longest&lt;/span&gt; day of my life and if my feet feel dirty at the end of the day, guess what.  I am gonna wash them.  I think my disgust for dirty feet got worse when I moved to NYC.  Because you take one step outside in sandals and you're feet are black.  FOUL.  Its bad because I cannot crawl into bed if I have dirty feet.  I will wash them.  And then crawl into bed. OCD , I know.  But I still try to shake it up a bit and wear sandals every now and again to prove to people, "Yes, I have 10 toes."  So yesterday, I wore my sandals.  The sandals that show off my feet nicely.  And what do you know, it rained.  I was a half a block away from my house and I did it, I stepped into a puddle that engulfed my entire foot.  GROSS.  I think I stood in that puddle for a good 10 seconds before I pulled my foot out because I was so repulsed by the feeling of my foot immersed in a soggy puddle.  The moment I got home, I ran into the bathroom and was washing my feet.  I felt so much better after my feet were clean.  It was like I was a new person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that today, I wore socks and shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-1349643995197226689?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1349643995197226689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=1349643995197226689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/1349643995197226689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/1349643995197226689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/10/feet.html' title='Feet'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-6341043595511428029</id><published>2007-10-03T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:27:37.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Apple'/><title type='text'>Pancake Lady!</title><content type='html'>So today Bryce and I decided we needed a LARGE soda filled with caffeine to get us through the morning and McDonald's was the place to go.  We walk in and I see this woman holding her fork in a very strange way.  (This is where Bryce would be my Vanna and demonstrate)  Her finger was at the "spork" part of the fork and her body was contorted very strange.  As we got closer, I realized that she was ASLEEP.  Not nodding off and waking herself up.  Full on passed out.  Falling full face frontal into her pancakes.  Bryce and I chatted and *cough* laughed *cough* about her while we were waiting for our "Large Dr. Pepper please".  Wondering if her hair was in her pancakes.  Was she late for school.  Was she late for work.  What did she do last night that is making her fall asleep in her pancakes.  As we walked out, we went past pancake lady and what do you know.  Still full on passed out and and nice chunk of her hair....in the pancakes.  Hmm I wonder when she woke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever had a night so rough that you might fall asleep the next morning...just claim "PANCAKE LADY."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-6341043595511428029?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6341043595511428029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=6341043595511428029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6341043595511428029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6341043595511428029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/10/pancake-lady.html' title='Pancake Lady!'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-8797155592957604983</id><published>2007-09-30T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T17:15:06.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're a geek when....</title><content type='html'>you get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super excited&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;a href="www.googlestore.com"&gt;THIS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-8797155592957604983?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8797155592957604983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=8797155592957604983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8797155592957604983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8797155592957604983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know-youre-geek-when.html' title='You know you&apos;re a geek when....'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-6754304219694829120</id><published>2007-09-29T20:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T20:15:43.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tandi Dupree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/V0kUeQDPaGU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/V0kUeQDPaGU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A friend of mine introduced me to Ms Tandi Dupree.  An extraordinary drag queen.  Watch this girl's entrance.  AAA-MAZING!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-6754304219694829120?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6754304219694829120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=6754304219694829120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6754304219694829120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6754304219694829120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/09/tandi-dupree.html' title='Tandi Dupree'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-6488072430236182862</id><published>2007-09-26T22:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:25:45.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/HnsHpPNltBw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/HnsHpPNltBw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K-I-D-S incorporated!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-6488072430236182862?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6488072430236182862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=6488072430236182862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6488072430236182862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6488072430236182862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/09/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past....'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-1264227000236403979</id><published>2007-09-24T21:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:15:33.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/vsR3te9wJKE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vsR3te9wJKE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really can't get over this show.  I'm totally obsessing.  I can't stop listening to this song on my ipod.  It's on REPEAT.  So...if you haven't seen the show yet, GO!  And take me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-1264227000236403979?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1264227000236403979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=1264227000236403979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/1264227000236403979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/1264227000236403979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/09/spring-awakening_24.html' title='Spring Awakening'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-2106888330607323170</id><published>2007-09-21T19:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:02:25.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://products.geappliances.com/ApplProducts/images/t06/0000009/r09310v-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://products.geappliances.com/ApplProducts/images/t06/0000009/r09310v-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The highlight of my day today was getting my new refrigerator!  Since I moved into my new apartment, it felt like I had another roommate.  My fridge.  It talked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt;.  Drove me insane in the beginning but I soon got used to it.  (Scary.)  For the last month or so, it was chatting for about 15 to 20 minutes at a time, about every 20 minutes.  No joke.  It was VERY chatty.  And LOUD.  But again, I got used to it.  Today was so exciting.  I was woken up at 8.30am (HEY!  that's hella early for me.  ....yes I just said hella) by the fridge people telling me that they were bringing me my fridge today because of the holiday.  For those of you who don't live in New York or who aren't familiar with the Jewish religion, then you may not know that this weekend is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yom_Kippur"&gt;Yom Kippur&lt;/a&gt;.  In New York, everyone (and I mean everyone) knows when the Jewish holidays come around.  (Last week was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosh_Hashanah"&gt;Rosh Hashanah&lt;/a&gt;, their New Year).  It's all very exciting really.  You learn a lot in this city.  Ok, so that was a total tangent.  Anyhoo, because of the holiday, they wanted me to have my fridge today.  AMEN!  I agree with that.  BRING IT ON!  So, as you can see above, I now have a pretty new fridge which Ginou has already tried to crawl into.  Oh how exciting it is to have ice again.  Cold water!  Ice cream!  Milk!  Cold fruit!  A working fridge is now on my list of simple pleasures in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-2106888330607323170?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2106888330607323170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=2106888330607323170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2106888330607323170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2106888330607323170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/09/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is...'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-4921807231616753549</id><published>2007-09-13T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:13:33.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Awakening</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday night I got to see &lt;a href="www.springawakening.com"&gt;SPRING AWAKENING&lt;/a&gt;.  Words can't describe how fantastic this show is.  You'll just need to see for yourself.  It truly is an experience and is an amazing piece.  So buy your tickets NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off ....my future husband was sitting 4 rows in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. MICHAEL EALY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gaywired.com/scene/images/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 389px;" src="http://www.gaywired.com/scene/images/11.jpg" alt="" 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/30718566-4921807231616753549?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4921807231616753549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=4921807231616753549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4921807231616753549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4921807231616753549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/09/spring-awakening.html' title='Spring Awakening'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-783158818068121651</id><published>2007-09-08T06:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T06:55:15.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pale Blue Dot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/p86BPM1GV8M' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/p86BPM1GV8M'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch this.  You will be glad you did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-783158818068121651?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/783158818068121651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=783158818068121651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/783158818068121651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/783158818068121651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/09/pale-blue-dot.html' title='Pale Blue Dot'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-8540266609860116934</id><published>2007-09-05T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:16:35.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>The only magazine that I subscribe to is TIME.  My favorite part of the magazine is the section called NUMBERS.  This week's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;numbers&lt;/span&gt; blew my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARMED AMERICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90&lt;br /&gt;Number of guns in the U.S. for every 100 citizens, according to the 2007 Small Arms Survey, making it the most heavily armed country in the world.  India has the second largest civilian gun-arsenal tally, with just 4 guns per 100 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.5 Million&lt;br /&gt;Number of new guns purchased in the U.S. each year, more than half of the 8 million produced worldwide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-8540266609860116934?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8540266609860116934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=8540266609860116934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8540266609860116934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8540266609860116934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/09/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-254177627273944398</id><published>2007-08-24T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:19:56.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate.  Bed.  Delicious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.westelm.com/media/WE/pf2/p_f269_pip_WE07BP11D_PF07_070601171503_PIP_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/gl.link.gif" alt="Link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.westelm.com/media/WE/pf2/p_f269_pip_WE07BP11D_PF07_070601171503_PIP_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got my new bed frame.  The tall wood bed in chocolate from &lt;a href="www.westelm.com"&gt;West Elm&lt;/a&gt;.  I didn't get a headboard as a New York apartment is already limiting.  I am very excited about my new bed and tonight is the first night I get to sleep in it.  Sparky came over and helped me put it together and when we went outside to have a break, we came back inside to find both kitties asleep on the bed.  Very cute.  I heart my new bed.  It's delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies for the lack of posts and the shortness of this post.  But nothing is really happening these days and I have been struggling with things to write about that is not my kitten.  And its past 2am so I really should get to bed!  My new bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-254177627273944398?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/254177627273944398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=254177627273944398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/254177627273944398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/254177627273944398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-i-got-my-new-bed-frame.html' title='Chocolate.  Bed.  Delicious.'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-6960058411335829635</id><published>2007-08-15T21:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T21:22:04.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I *heart* New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nypress.com/images/abortion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.nypress.com/images/abortion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your closet space is shrinking as fast as her right to choose."&lt;br /&gt;Manhattan Mini Storage Billboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-6960058411335829635?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6960058411335829635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=6960058411335829635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6960058411335829635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6960058411335829635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-heart-new-york.html' title='I *heart* New York'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-3523185015568311018</id><published>2007-08-06T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:18:55.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am proud...this only seemed appropriate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RrersapzfrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UG6XCIlqk2Y/s1600-h/DSC01641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RrersapzfrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UG6XCIlqk2Y/s320/DSC01641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095730282950262450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3523185015568311018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=3523185015568311018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3523185015568311018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3523185015568311018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-proudthis-only-seemed-appropriate.html' title='I am proud...this only seemed appropriate.'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RrersapzfrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UG6XCIlqk2Y/s72-c/DSC01641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-2895702054638349116</id><published>2007-08-02T22:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:46:02.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely brilliant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/pqRd_4wY8hs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/pqRd_4wY8hs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please take 4 minutes and 23 seconds of your day to watch this extraordinary clip from the show BRITAINS GOT TALENT.  You won't be disappointed.  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-2895702054638349116?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2895702054638349116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=2895702054638349116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2895702054638349116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2895702054638349116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/08/absolutely-brilliant.html' title='Absolutely brilliant.'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-6740621408439602333</id><published>2007-08-02T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:55:31.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blabbing</title><content type='html'>I am sure most of you don't want to hear about this but I will write it for that one person who does.  I went back to the dermatologist today.  My back/shoulder is healing.  Slowly but surely.  And I had another full body check and all is quiet on the western front.  YAHOO!  So I go back in 6 weeks to make sure I'm still healing ok and then back again 2 1/2 months after that for another full body check up.  OY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On kitten news, she has figured out how to climb the ladder into my loft.  So I am trying to prevent her from getting too high for fear that she will fall off.  I am her favorite trampoline and she loves to body slam into her brother.  :)  And oh, does she love paper.  I think she is the love of my life right now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-6740621408439602333?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6740621408439602333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=6740621408439602333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6740621408439602333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6740621408439602333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/08/blabbing.html' title='Blabbing'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-6679385661881612535</id><published>2007-07-30T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T11:17:52.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First night out</title><content type='html'>I have taken a ton of photos of Ginou.  I can't stop.  It's an addiction.  These are some of the highlights.  I can't tell if she's growing though I am sure she is.  I take her to work with me every day and she sleeps in the oddest of places.  She cracks me up.  Last night was the first night that I allowed her out of the bathroom to sleep with the rest of us. I was a trampoline for the first few hours.  Then she climbed onto my back and fell asleep.  I, of course, started laughing.  She didn't move.  I love this girl!  Then I found her in Steve's bed.  Passed out.  As happy as a clam.  At least someone will get some use out of that bed!  I'm sure there will be a ton more to come.  Hope you like Cats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Rq4M5bVBm1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/bC0ZvfX6B_c/s1600-h/DSC01624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Rq4M5bVBm1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/bC0ZvfX6B_c/s200/DSC01624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093022409330629458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Rq4Ms7VBm0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/0wX5WOXyOa8/s1600-h/DSC01614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Rq4Ms7VBm0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/0wX5WOXyOa8/s200/DSC01614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093022194582264642" 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/30718566-6679385661881612535?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6679385661881612535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=6679385661881612535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6679385661881612535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6679385661881612535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-night-out.html' title='First night out'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Rq4M5bVBm1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/bC0ZvfX6B_c/s72-c/DSC01624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-4447389345119432567</id><published>2007-07-24T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T13:40:52.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish splash</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you...but I think in the shower.  That's really where I get my hardcore thinking done.  Every morning its where my to do lists are made, my thoughts about the day to come or the day before are analyzed.  It's where my mind starts churning.  You would think that after almost 28 years, my mom would know not to talk to me in the morning until I've had my shower.  This should be the first thing I should say to a date on our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;firs&lt;/span&gt;t date.  "Don't talk to me, unless I've had my shower."  That is the golden rule in my house.  Now if only there were a way that I could write my thoughts down while I'm in there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-4447389345119432567?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4447389345119432567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=4447389345119432567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4447389345119432567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4447389345119432567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/07/splish-splash.html' title='Splish splash'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-2119723079870452272</id><published>2007-07-18T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:40:20.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little addition</title><content type='html'>The best thing happened to me today.  I rescued a kitten.  I am on cloud nine.  Steve is getting used to her.  Slowly but surely.  He's hissed at her a couple times.  But I think he will eventually warm up to her.  Here are some photos of my new one.  Ginou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Rp6-r_tCs5I/AAAAAAAAADk/BaJvdskdjCA/s1600-h/DSC01565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Rp6-r_tCs5I/AAAAAAAAADk/BaJvdskdjCA/s200/DSC01565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088714292019245970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Rp6_ivtCs8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Cn7ETwZmTvM/s1600-h/DSC01568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Rp6_ivtCs8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Cn7ETwZmTvM/s200/DSC01568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088715232617083842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Rp6_OPtCs7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/UErugaXFWbM/s1600-h/DSC01567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Rp6_OPtCs7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/UErugaXFWbM/s200/DSC01567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088714880429765554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Rp6-4_tCs6I/AAAAAAAAADs/Ys9uU941FGY/s1600-h/DSC01566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Rp6-4_tCs6I/AAAAAAAAADs/Ys9uU941FGY/s200/DSC01566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088714515357545378" 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/30718566-2119723079870452272?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2119723079870452272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=2119723079870452272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2119723079870452272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2119723079870452272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-addition.html' title='A little addition'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Rp6-r_tCs5I/AAAAAAAAADk/BaJvdskdjCA/s72-c/DSC01565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-5468003128950959666</id><published>2007-07-13T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T13:35:37.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spike Update</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was supposed to be the glorious day.  The day I was to get my stitches out.  Well, there are still some there.  Spike is hanging on.  Because of the blood that had dried from the procedure, it was slowing down the healing process and preventing it from healing.  So the nurse and my DR cleaned me up (which burned like HELL) and clipped a few out, put some high tech sterile strips on me and sent me on my way.  My back has a big red square of irritated skin from the bandaids I was using and I am waiting for that to heal as well.  So on Thursday the 19th, I go back in to (hopefully) say my final goodbyes to Spike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-5468003128950959666?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5468003128950959666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=5468003128950959666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5468003128950959666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5468003128950959666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/07/spike-update.html' title='Spike Update'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-6224845591447076226</id><published>2007-07-09T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:37:01.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spike</title><content type='html'>I have named my stitches.  Spike.  Spike is his name.  So if you want to see a photo of Spike when he was about 4 days old shoot me an &lt;a href="mailto:myfriendcallsmeskipper@gmail.com"&gt;email&lt;/a&gt; and I will show you.  I am saving the eyes and stomachs for the rest of cyberland as I almost passed out the first time I saw him.  He is kinda growing on me though.  But he will leave me on Thursday morning.  Oh Spike how I will miss thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-6224845591447076226?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6224845591447076226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=6224845591447076226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6224845591447076226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6224845591447076226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/07/spike.html' title='Spike'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-8723611274306912554</id><published>2007-07-09T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T09:34:26.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a little dream</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night that I was still in college, it was our first day of class and I was running.  (I don't run!)  I was clearly late for something.  And the next thing I see is me searching the dorms for my room.  I finally found it and my roommate was telling me to hurry up cause we were going to be late but I insisted on showering first.  So she picked out my outfit and I jumped in the shower, stitches and all.  But my stitches didn't have a waterproof bandaid on them.  And I was just jumping in to wash off so I didn't think it was going to be a problem.  I got out of my sonic speed shower and went to put a fresh bandaid on my stitches.  They had gotten wet.  The wound was all black.  I couldn't see the stitches any more.  It was like a black blob sitting on my shoulder.  Like a disease.  That's the last thing I remember....now go and analyze that bad boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-8723611274306912554?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8723611274306912554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=8723611274306912554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8723611274306912554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8723611274306912554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/07/dream-little-dream.html' title='Dream a little dream'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-1437025007914588172</id><published>2007-07-02T15:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:05:53.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky number SEVEN</title><content type='html'>Yes my cyber-friends, I know I have been distant.  My sincere apologies.  Though I do have a good excuse.  I PROMISE!  You might remember my &lt;a href="http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/05/abnormal.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt; about my dermatologist appointment and my results coming back abnormal.  Well, even though my DR said that I wouldn't have to get stitches, I went in on Thursday to find out that I WAS going to get stitches.  Seven to be exact.  So the past few nights I have been coming straight home, taking pain meds and crashing.  No time for blogging then.  I have the stitches until the 12th of July and then I go back in to have them removed.  I hope this doesn't hurt.  I've been told it kinda tickles.  I do have to admit that I never want to feel what I felt the day I got them.  She gave me about 5 injections (I don't know if I got more than that as the numbness already started to kick in after 5) and the stitching part took the longest and I could feel my skin pulling when she was stitching me up.  A feeling I can't put into words and I don't want to ever feel that again.  But there is a chance I might.  *Sigh*  So lets all cross our fingers out there in cyber-land that my results come back negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates on my wound later.  I think I should name him.  Don't you?  Any suggestions?  And I am tempted to take a photo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-1437025007914588172?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1437025007914588172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=1437025007914588172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/1437025007914588172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/1437025007914588172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/07/lucky-number-seven.html' title='Lucky number SEVEN'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-5735121754994115195</id><published>2007-06-26T22:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T00:23:29.857-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Apple'/><title type='text'>Personal Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RoHc0tIsirI/AAAAAAAAADc/QLNW7Lucb7U/s1600-h/DSC01522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RoHc0tIsirI/AAAAAAAAADc/QLNW7Lucb7U/s320/DSC01522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080584652678007474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how he thinks that the bus is his living room...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-5735121754994115195?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5735121754994115195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=5735121754994115195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5735121754994115195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5735121754994115195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/06/personal-space.html' title='Personal Space'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RoHc0tIsirI/AAAAAAAAADc/QLNW7Lucb7U/s72-c/DSC01522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-151713260584432717</id><published>2007-06-18T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T00:23:29.857-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Apple'/><title type='text'>Sleepy Beauty</title><content type='html'>I have been super busy as of late!  &lt;a href="http://www.stageleftexit.blogspot.com"&gt;Molly&lt;/a&gt; came into town for the tonys and we kept ourselves super busy during the few days she was here!  We had a great time and I was sad to see her go.  For the past month, I have been in rehearsal for an annual benefit I work with.  It's called &lt;a href="http://www.broadwaycares.org/events/bares.cfm"&gt;Broadway Bares&lt;/a&gt; and it is a benefit for Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS.  It's the largest event of the year and last year we made over 600,000 dollars!  It's a crazy night with over 200 dancers and over 200 crew members.  All who volunteer their time for this event.  An amazing cause and a fantastic evening.  All of broadway's best dancing their butts off and showing their "stuff"  *wink wink*  I still have glitter all over me.  Good times.  So if you're in the New York area and have yet to come to this show you are truly missing out on a superb evening.  So buy your tickets!  Its all tax deductible baby so DONATE DONATE DONATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely exhausted and can barely keep my eyes open!  Tonight I will be crashing super early!  So more blogging later.  Peace out YOs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-151713260584432717?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/151713260584432717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=151713260584432717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/151713260584432717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/151713260584432717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleepy-beauty.html' title='Sleepy Beauty'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-7248980991353626958</id><published>2007-06-04T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:29:43.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Otto how I love thee</title><content type='html'>Today was a very productive day.  Sparky and I are now certified in Infant, Child, and Adult CPR.  Can I hear a woot woot?  It was a great day (even though I was up at the crack of dawn).  I got to spend the entire day with Sparky.  We got our CPR certification, we had dinner, did a little shopping, saw the movie Fracture, but I think the best part of our day was meeting these four....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manhattancats.com/Adoptions/Adopt-Images/6-2-07%20cecil-gladys-olivia-otto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://manhattancats.com/Adoptions/Adopt-Images/6-2-07%20cecil-gladys-olivia-otto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?  I sure did put in an application to adopt one (or two).  :)  Otto is my favorite.  Not a fan of his name but I can handle it.  Oh aren't they adorable?!?!  *sigh*  Cross your fingers please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-7248980991353626958?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7248980991353626958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=7248980991353626958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7248980991353626958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7248980991353626958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-otto-how-i-love-thee.html' title='Oh Otto how I love thee'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-7556405208928427077</id><published>2007-05-31T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:00:39.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abnormal</title><content type='html'>In October of 2006, I went to the Dermatologist for the first time.  My mom kept telling me to go and since I knew my medical insurance was coming to an end, I booked all my doctor's appointments including my first trip to the Dermatologist.  To give you a little background, I am covered in moles and freckles.  I grew up at the beach and town pools and can maybe count on one hand how many times I remember being truly sunburned.  Ok, back to the month of October 2006.  I go to my DR and she looks at me and says "you've had way too much sun exposure."  That's the first thing she says to me as part of the exam.  I tell her my background etc etc.  She has now looked at multiple spots on my body under a magnifying glass (no joke).  She comes across a spot on my leg that looks suspicious so she says I'm going to remove this.  "I am going to inject you with a local anesthetic and then scrape it off."  Ew.  Gross.  Long story short, she did this procedure and I ended up crying.  Not by choice.  It just happened.  I don't like doctor's offices and I especially don't like needles so this frightened me some.  A week passes by and I get the results.  "There are some pre-cancerous cells.  So I want you to come back in."  Luckily Mom was coming into town shortly after and I had her come with me.  DR gives us 3 options.  1) We can watch it closely (I LOVE this option!) 2) We can do the same thing we did last time and remove a little more or 3) Cut a large diamond shape out of my leg.  Luckily DR was not too keen on option 3.  So Mom talked to DR to confirm that choosing option 1 was still a safe option knowing what the results of the test were.  It's totally fine.  So great, no more cutting.  Wrong.  Somehow we get onto the conversation about a spot on my back.  A fairly large one.  So just to be safe, she removes it.  I was shaky but much better than the time before.  And I had Mom with me.  So all is good.  A week later, I get the results.  Normal.  Woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I went back for my 6 month check-up.  In the interim from the last appointment and this one, she has requested that I take Total Body Medical Photos.  So I walk into the office with my folder of photos (which are by no means a boost in self esteem).  She gets through about 90-95% of my body (while referencing the photos) and says "everything looks good so far."  Wrong again.  She finds a spot on my upper back, almost on my left shoulder.  She looks at it multiple times with her new little gadget that has a little light and eye hole thingy and says "I see specks of red in this one so I want to remove it."  Oh goody!  So by this time, I am much more calm through the whole process and am very proud of myself!  She does it, it takes like less than a minute and I'm back to putting on my clothes and walking out the door.  Yesterday I get a phone call from my DR asking to call her back.  I knew this was not a good sign.  "There are a few abnormalities.  It's not melanoma but I want you to come back and I want to cut deeper and wider without giving you stitches.  That will make your life much easier."  "Is it like my leg or something different?"  "It's like your leg."  Okay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I now have had 3 moles removed and 2 of the 3 have come back with abnormalities.  So I will be going back to have more of me removed for testing.  I am a little scared but at the same time I know this has to be done for my health.  But it still doesn't lessen the fear.  There is still the factor of the unknown and I really think that's what is frightening to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-7556405208928427077?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7556405208928427077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=7556405208928427077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7556405208928427077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7556405208928427077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/05/abnormal.html' title='Abnormal'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-5806988789157080350</id><published>2007-05-28T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:32:44.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNSET BOULEVARD</title><content type='html'>So on Friday afternoon, I finally finished moving all my furniture over from my old apartment to the new one.  It was a stressful time for me.  I went through &lt;a href="www.craigslist.com"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/a&gt; to find a mover who then confirmed my move on Friday and when they didn't show up and I called, they said that I wasn't on their schedule.  So I had to wait another hour for movers to come in from Brooklyn.  Once the job was done it was less than an hour later and I was taking my second shower for the day.  It was the hottest day of the year thus far (93 degrees) and I was blessed with the act of moving.  Oh joy!  I pray that I don't have to move again for very long time.  The only good thing is that I was able to purge a lot of stuff and hope to continue to purge as I put things away in the new place.  Anyone really good at this?  And do you wanna come help me?  Too bad my mom didn't live close by....she's really good at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="www.tonyawards.com"&gt;Tony Awards&lt;/a&gt; are coming.  June 10th.  And what a day that will be.  A nice way to celebrate my 5 years of living in New York City and who to celebrate with other than the best of the best on Broadway and my dear friend, &lt;a href="www.stageleftexit.blogspot.com"&gt;Molly&lt;/a&gt;.  I am really truly excited.  Mols will be here for almost 4 full days and I can't even begin to tell you how thrilled I am to see her.  It just happens to be a bonus that we're going to the Tonys.  :)  I will try to take lots of pictures to post here.  At least one of Molly and I.  Ahhh...we're gonna have so much fun.  SUNSET BOULEVARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album that's on repeat on my iPod:  All Shook Up.  The Original Broadway Cast Recording.  You can't go wrong with a musical set to Elvis tunes.  Makes me so happy.  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shook-Original-Broadway-Featuring-Presley/dp/B0009941TI"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-5806988789157080350?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5806988789157080350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=5806988789157080350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5806988789157080350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5806988789157080350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/05/sunset-boulevard.html' title='SUNSET BOULEVARD'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-4256862595517923577</id><published>2007-05-22T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:41:35.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.rica.net/mastiff/hollesleymedman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://home.rica.net/mastiff/hollesleymedman1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at the store, I saw a Mastiff for the very first time.  He was the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen.  So mellow and so HUGE.  He was only 15 months old and came to my mid-thigh.  When he is full grown he'll be over 225 pounds.  To give you an idea how big he is...his neck size is 30 inches, at 15 months.  And he lives in a New York Apartment.  How do they move around?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-4256862595517923577?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4256862595517923577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=4256862595517923577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4256862595517923577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4256862595517923577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/05/huge.html' title='HUGE'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-5054902978753683557</id><published>2007-05-17T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:58:33.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A better day</title><content type='html'>So each day is getting just a little better.  Yesterday Steve peed on my brand new couch.  Of course I was irritated immediately but I am trying not to waste my energy there cause there's really nothing that I can do except clean it and pray that he doesn't do it again.  So I've supported my friends store and have bought nature's miracle and urine-off.  Let's just hope one of those does the job and I am left with a non-smelling couch.  I did have an emotional day on Tuesday so one's theory is that Steve was reacting to my vocal tears.  Who knows.  Lets just hope he doesn't do that again.  Oy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a job interview today.  I think it went really well and I like the company.  It would allow me to work with children on almost a daily basis, allow me to have a flexible schedule, and still allow me to do theatre.  They WANT me to do theatre.  It's great.  So we're crossing our fingers.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to watch Grey's Anatomy season finale.  I fear what's going to hang in the balance.  I will cry.  So let's hope those tears don't bring Steve to pee...on my couch.  My brand NEW couch.  My new REEEEEDDDD couch.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-5054902978753683557?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5054902978753683557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=5054902978753683557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5054902978753683557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5054902978753683557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/05/better-day.html' title='A better day'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-1598489579376673656</id><published>2007-05-15T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:15:52.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No energy for a title.</title><content type='html'>Cloud 9 has blown away.  Shitty shitty day today.  I have to keep reminding myself that tomorrow is a new day.  But it's not working.  I guess we'll see how I feel when I wake up tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-1598489579376673656?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1598489579376673656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=1598489579376673656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/1598489579376673656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/1598489579376673656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-energy-for-title.html' title='No energy for a title.'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-8630560722573349926</id><published>2007-05-13T00:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:13:41.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/UjXi6X-moxE' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/UjXi6X-moxE'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am currently on cloud 9 and couldn't be happier.  Until I watched this....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-8630560722573349926?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8630560722573349926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=8630560722573349926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8630560722573349926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8630560722573349926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/05/cloud-9.html' title='Cloud 9'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-2133879316873998679</id><published>2007-05-09T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:33:01.630-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Apple'/><title type='text'>Blasphemous</title><content type='html'>A twin bed, an air-conditioner, a dresser and a trunk.  That's what's left to be moved out of my apartment.  It does NOT take 3 men and 400 dollars to do this when I'm moving &lt;b&gt;Total Est. Time:&lt;/b&gt;  2 minutes     &lt;b&gt;Total Est. Distance:&lt;/b&gt; 0.50 miles.  Thank you, &lt;a href="http://www.mapquest.com"&gt;Mapquest&lt;/a&gt;!  Highway robbery I tell you!  Bastards.  Ok, done venting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-2133879316873998679?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2133879316873998679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=2133879316873998679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2133879316873998679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2133879316873998679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/05/blasphemous.html' title='Blasphemous'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-5242744384055116837</id><published>2007-05-03T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:41:11.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Blue</title><content type='html'>So today I got my hair cut.  I am honestly traumatized by this.  The woman that cut my hair clearly didn't understand my explicit detail in how my hair works.  I now have bangs.  Bangs.  I have been upset since about 3.30.  That's when I looked in the mirror at the grand finale.  There were no fireworks or confetti.  And I love confetti.  So yeah, traumatized.  I am wearing a headband so that I can pretend I don't have bangs.  Though when I wake up tomorrow and they're still there, I will realize that it wasn't a nightmare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-5242744384055116837?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5242744384055116837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=5242744384055116837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5242744384055116837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5242744384055116837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/05/code-blue.html' title='Code Blue'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-3638821990268882404</id><published>2007-05-01T16:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:25:22.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/udZxXvVBW_U' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/udZxXvVBW_U'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of my favorite theatre memories in New York City is when I worked on Dame Edna's show.  Every night, I laughed till my sides hurt.  I didn't realize how much I missed her voice or her dancing until I saw this video.  Oh the memories...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-3638821990268882404?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3638821990268882404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=3638821990268882404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3638821990268882404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3638821990268882404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-memories.html' title='Good memories'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-1964287742402592959</id><published>2007-04-24T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:30:46.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessed much?'/><title type='text'>My day off</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to Adamstown, PA to go Antiquing.  That's right.  I went Antiquing.  In Pennsylvania.  My friend Gail has recently opened a new pet store called &lt;a href="www.threetinyterriers.com"&gt;Three Tiny Terriers&lt;/a&gt;.  All of her displays are antiques.  She is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; antique-er.  Since I had the day off yesterday, she asked if I would like to join her.  I, of course, said YES!  So off we went to Adamstown, PA.  Me being the geek I am, took photos with my cellphone.  Some stores were hard because employees would follow you around and I felt weird trying to take photos.  But I took them anyways.  Here are the highlights of my first antiquing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a photo of this for my blog...It seemed so appropriate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5VFl1NfQI/AAAAAAAAADU/6a4uy4gw65U/s1600-h/skipper.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5VFl1NfQI/AAAAAAAAADU/6a4uy4gw65U/s320/skipper.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057072986126646530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where would Skipper be without Barbie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5U411NfPI/AAAAAAAAADM/dvYT1_EFBEk/s1600-h/barbie.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5U411NfPI/AAAAAAAAADM/dvYT1_EFBEk/s320/barbie.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057072767083314418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who didn't have a Cabbage Patch growing up?  Now I am jealous that I didn't have this lamp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5Uv11NfOI/AAAAAAAAADE/aYMvAGOOxjY/s1600-h/cabbagepatch.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5Uv11NfOI/AAAAAAAAADE/aYMvAGOOxjY/s320/cabbagepatch.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057072612464491746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, my favorite toy was my toy cash register.  I CONSTANTLY played with it.  Don't ask.  So I had to take this photo.  My mom will appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5UlF1NfNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JHTSjcNYuig/s1600-h/cashregister.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5UlF1NfNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JHTSjcNYuig/s320/cashregister.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057072427780898002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.  I told my friend that if I were to ever become a collector, I would collect cameras.  Here's only one of the beauties I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5UU11NfMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IigvLSh2l_8/s1600-h/oldschoolcamera.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5UU11NfMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IigvLSh2l_8/s320/oldschoolcamera.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057072148608023746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't get over this retro-TV.  So, since I don't have money to buy everything I like, I took a photo instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5UFF1NfLI/AAAAAAAAACs/JeHlgXS5aLM/s1600-h/retrotv.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5UFF1NfLI/AAAAAAAAACs/JeHlgXS5aLM/s320/retrotv.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057071878025084082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost didn't take a picture of this.  But I was so overwhelmed by seeing it I thought I had to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5T2l1NfKI/AAAAAAAAACk/rrVb9lir-sM/s1600-h/nazi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5T2l1NfKI/AAAAAAAAACk/rrVb9lir-sM/s320/nazi.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057071628916980898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to look twice at this.  Then read it's tag.  It's a double-seater for an outhouse.  BRILLIANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5TVl1NfJI/AAAAAAAAACc/welnX6KACqI/s1600-h/outhouse.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5TVl1NfJI/AAAAAAAAACc/welnX6KACqI/s320/outhouse.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057071061981297810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the very first item I saw that said YOU MUST TAKE MY PHOTO.  I was so intrigued by this product.  It was then followed by the viewing of the outhouse seats.  This store was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5TMV1NfII/AAAAAAAAACU/w5Y5bLXKPS4/s1600-h/legs.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5TMV1NfII/AAAAAAAAACU/w5Y5bLXKPS4/s320/legs.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057070903067507842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I said that if I were an antique-er, that I would collect cameras?  Well, I found this beauty.  And was mesmerized.  She is now mine.  :)  Along with another one from 1910.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5TBV1NfHI/AAAAAAAAACM/rrHBTV3wYUM/s1600-h/kodakpocket.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5TBV1NfHI/AAAAAAAAACM/rrHBTV3wYUM/s320/kodakpocket.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057070714088946802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially now....an antique-er!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-1964287742402592959?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1964287742402592959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=1964287742402592959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/1964287742402592959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/1964287742402592959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-day-off.html' title='My day off'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri5VFl1NfQI/AAAAAAAAADU/6a4uy4gw65U/s72-c/skipper.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-5460467582881198446</id><published>2007-04-23T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:30:19.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><title type='text'>Big Red Couch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri17bF1NfEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FeyFL7mYkCU/s1600-h/noname"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri17bF1NfEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FeyFL7mYkCU/s320/noname" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056833661958978626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a photo of my couch that I took the day it arrived.  As you can see, Steve is inspecting his new home.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-5460467582881198446?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5460467582881198446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=5460467582881198446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5460467582881198446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5460467582881198446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/04/big-red-couch.html' title='Big Red Couch'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/Ri17bF1NfEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FeyFL7mYkCU/s72-c/noname' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-5159188155956089750</id><published>2007-04-17T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:29:59.802-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><title type='text'>I love New York</title><content type='html'>Walking to the bus tonight I am just feet away from the stop when a man, who I am sure was drunk, opens his arms as if asking for hug and says.... "Come 'ere you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-5159188155956089750?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5159188155956089750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=5159188155956089750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5159188155956089750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5159188155956089750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-new-york.html' title='I love New York'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-8845288125195648027</id><published>2007-04-13T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T14:50:53.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted (and a little Lazy)</title><content type='html'>I want to apologize for not blogging in awhile.  It has been a busy time.  My mom was in town, we shopped for my new apartment, did things around the apartment, I was at work, Easter happened and the show I am working on Opened on Broadway last night.  I am exhausted.  Now my schedule is hopefully going to lighten up and I can get back into my normal routine.  I still haven't completely moved out of my old apartment.  On Monday, I am hoping to get a lot of that done with Sparky and her car.  :D  Gotta love the car.  I did get my new RED couch though.  That's right, I said RED.  It's wonderful.  We (Steve and I) took a nap on it today.  It was delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part is that I had to send my Mac back to get fixed.  And so I have been working on my slow ass PC.  So hopefully that will come back to me soon.  I miss her.  I want her back and I want to be wireless.  Oh how this PC and ethernet cable is painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I should go as I have to get ready for work and go run errands before the show tonight.  More to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-8845288125195648027?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8845288125195648027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=8845288125195648027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8845288125195648027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8845288125195648027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/04/exhausted-and-little-lazy.html' title='Exhausted (and a little Lazy)'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-7587887174259439802</id><published>2007-04-03T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:29:19.037-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>So I have started my move into my new place.  WOOHOO.  And I am completely exhausted.  More details on the new place to come.  But I did want to share my good news.  Steve is fine.  His blood tests came back normal and his is healthy.  YAY STEVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-7587887174259439802?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7587887174259439802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=7587887174259439802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7587887174259439802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7587887174259439802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-2915863215674886492</id><published>2007-03-27T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:28:49.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><title type='text'>Pet Food</title><content type='html'>I know all of you have fallen in love with Steve.  Just by staring at that photo of him hogging my pillow.  :)  This past weekend was rough for me.  After my best friend pointed out the food recall to me, I realized that Steve's food was on that list.  I knew that Stevie wasn't quite feeling himself.  So I looked at the symptoms and what do you know, Steve has all of them.  Vomiting, fatigue, increased intake of water and increased urination.  I honestly can't say in words how much Steve has grown on me in the last month or so.  It's like he's my first born.  And now he's sick, might even be poisoned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much conversation with Steve's dad, I kept pushing for Steve to go to the Vet.  Being that this drama started on Friday, the only option was for Steve to go to the emergency vet.  I have to thank Sparky because on Saturday night I started wigging out.  Getting completely paranoid over Steve and this damn food recall.  Steve's dad was going to take him to the vet on Saturday but it didn't happen.  My paranoia grew and at 2am, Sparky offered to get into her jeans and come to the vet with Steve and I.  That's when you know who your friends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; are.  That's a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now Tuesday and Steve's vet appointments kept getting pushed farther and farther.  He then was scheduled to go to his regular vet yesterday.  I have yet to hear any results.  Steve is being watched by someone else for the week and I can't tell you how each and every day crawls by without him.  He's all I think about.  I miss him hogging my pillow.  Scratching my couch.  Following me into the bathroom.  Rolling around in the bathtub.  Slamming his head into me to show me love.  Napping with me.  Climbing into my packed suitcase and falling asleep.  I miss him.  A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the process of moving and on Sunday, April 1st the new apartment is mine.  So hopefully that's when I'll get Steve back (as if he's mine!) and will stay in my new apartment.  A new place for him to explore and find all the holes and corners for him to wiggle into.  I wait for the moment Stevie and I are reunited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-2915863215674886492?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2915863215674886492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=2915863215674886492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2915863215674886492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2915863215674886492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/03/pet-food.html' title='Pet Food'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-7114219154107167955</id><published>2007-03-22T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T11:46:14.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader's Digest Version</title><content type='html'>Lots of things have been going on as of late.  Plenty of things I can blog about, but again, I am limited in what I feel I can reveal online.  A fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently signed a lease on a one bedroom apartment and I am counting down the days until I am there.  With each day crossed off the calendar, I get more and more overwhelmed with the move.  I know I will be fine and I am blessed to have friends that are willing to help me move.  But I lay here at night when I can't sleep starring at all the things I have to pack and wonder how I am going to do it all.  I can do it.  I know I can.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I can I think I can I think I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I am working on a show and we just started previews and continue to have rehearsals during the day.  I feel like I could be getting so much more done versus sitting in the smoking lounge of the theatre with my children while they get tutored.  HA.  What I start to do is make lists.  Thus freaking me out even more.  Cause there is so many things on these lists that I have to do.  I cheer when I get to cross something off.  It's a little party that takes place with each line that I get to strike through the task that I just completed.  VICTORY IS MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, my friend &lt;a href="http://www.stageleftexit.blogspot.com"&gt;Molly&lt;/a&gt; has been going through some issues health wise and I am thinking of her on a daily basis.  Wondering how she's doing, how she's feeling.  Thank god for her not having the fear I do.  She has been great in describing her experiences in her blog.  Allowing us to keep up with her.  Allowing us to go through this journey with her.  When I read her blog, I no longer feel I am separated by a large land mass, I am right there with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, well I am always random so when you really try to break it down, it ends up being not so random.  Did that make sense?  I don't know.  Who cares?!  HA.  I don't understand men.  You make plans with them.  You look forward to spending time with them.  You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; they are looking forward to seeing you.  And then they don't show up.  I'm sure there is a valid explanation like "I fell asleep" (as our rendezvous wasn't scheduled until about 11.30pm - the time I get home from work) but still, it's now the next morning...CALL FUCKER.  EXPLAIN YOURSELF!  Ok, I'm done venting.  HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  The reader's digest version of what has been floating around in my brain.  Hopefully when things start to calm down, I'll be able to give more to you my solitary reader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-7114219154107167955?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7114219154107167955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=7114219154107167955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7114219154107167955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7114219154107167955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/03/readers-digest-version.html' title='Reader&apos;s Digest Version'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-3156304730984382427</id><published>2007-03-11T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:28:49.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><title type='text'>Meet Steve.  Am I in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RfSnPjrLAdI/AAAAAAAAABo/ImJvImghxik/s1600-h/noname"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RfSnPjrLAdI/AAAAAAAAABo/ImJvImghxik/s320/noname" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040837768650621394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently cat-sitting.  Meet Steve.  He is so cute and I adore him.  But as of late, he has become a pillow hog!  And here's the proof.  There is no room for me anymore on my pillow.  He sleeps like this all night with me and becomes vocal if I want to take more of my pillow.  But because I am a sucker for cuteness, I allow him to hog away.  I am starting to believe my mom when she said I'm falling in love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-3156304730984382427?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3156304730984382427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=3156304730984382427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3156304730984382427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3156304730984382427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/03/meet-steve-am-i-in-love.html' title='Meet Steve.  Am I in love?'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RfSnPjrLAdI/AAAAAAAAABo/ImJvImghxik/s72-c/noname' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-804248911676510317</id><published>2007-03-04T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:17:51.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great news</title><content type='html'>If you've read my &lt;a href="http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/01/100-things-about-me.html"&gt;100 things about me&lt;/a&gt; post, you'll know that I don't like being an only child.  I was always alone growing up.  Entertaining myself for hours in my room with my stereo and endless hours of showtunes.  When I was younger, I would ask my parents for a little brother or sister every year for Christmas.  Clearly, this didn't happen and I think in the end of it all, I'm glad it didn't.  I would have loved to become an aunt and watch my brother or sister become a parent.  The closest I'll ever become to being an aunt now is if one of my cousins were to have a baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what....I'm going to be an aunt!  My cousin is pregnant and I can't even tell you how elated I am.  This isn't the first time a baby has come into our family.  Many of my cousins have children.  But for some reason, this one means the world to me.  I think about it daily.  I wonder if it will be a boy or a girl.  I wonder when I'll get to hold it for the first time.   When she told me, I wanted to tell everyone and anyone that would listen.   So I'm sure that this won't be the last time I mention my "aunt-hood".  So excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-804248911676510317?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/804248911676510317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=804248911676510317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/804248911676510317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/804248911676510317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/03/great-news.html' title='Great news'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-8852317196129278909</id><published>2007-02-28T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T12:19:15.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blocked</title><content type='html'>I find myself drawn to blogs that are very open and honest in nature.  Blogs that are detailed to ones life and their opinions.  Why?  Why am I attracted to these?  Is it because I feel I have a limitation when I write my own?  That for some reason I feel like I can't let go, that I can't get too personal on the internet yet I am an open book when confronted in person.  What blocks me from this?  Why do I have these walls?  What do the mass readers want?  Are they like me?  Do they want the personal details of the bloggers life?  I am not known for withholding my opinion.  So why do I feel the need to do so in cyber-land?  Is this a way for people to feel connected?  There is always a slight morbid satisfaction when you get to read someone's diary, their personal thoughts.  Is this why blogging is such a "huge hit"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a reader, what do you look for in a blog?  What makes you return day after day?  What do you want to read about?  What is that you like/love about your favorite blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-8852317196129278909?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8852317196129278909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=8852317196129278909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8852317196129278909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8852317196129278909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/02/blocked.html' title='Blocked'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-26378524032204564</id><published>2007-02-18T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T11:40:26.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy a glass?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cornichon.org/archives/Perrier%20Jouet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cornichon.org/archives/Perrier%20Jouet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.perrier-jouet.com"&gt;Perrier Jouet&lt;/a&gt;.  I had a glass of this champagne at a Christmas party back in December.  I have never tasted anything like it.  I, of course, can't stop thinking about it.  It was really that damn good.  I really didn't know how much this champagne costs so when I was with my mom in California in January, I told her about such champagne.  We found a bottle for 100 dollars.  Now this was at Costco.  The bargain for your buck joint.  This shit is expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently turned 27 and have started my countdown (I know I know, countdowns again?) until my 30th birthday.  I have just decided what my gift to myself will be on my 30th birthday.  A bottle of Perrier Jouet Champagne.  I figured, if I start saving money NOW, I'll be able to afford a bottle by the time I turn 30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-26378524032204564?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/26378524032204564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=26378524032204564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/26378524032204564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/26378524032204564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/02/fancy-glass.html' title='Fancy a glass?'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-23911461978714507</id><published>2007-02-15T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T17:58:11.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh* So cute</title><content type='html'>Tonight on the way home I saw the most adorable thing.  I got on the First Avenue bus at 64th street and a woman and a little boy got onto the bus shortly after.  The little boy was turned around in his seat looking out the window.  I looked over and the woman's hat was lifted so her ear was exposed and the next thing I see is the little boy playing with her ear.  Like it was his security blanket.  The woman didn't flinch once.  So I'm sure this is nothing new to her.  He was exceptionally fascinated with her earring and her earlobe.  But it was so precious to see.  This was how he connected with her.  Her phone rang.  She answered and the phone went to the right ear.  His ear.  Seconds later she switched the phone to her left ear and he continued to hold on.  I could tell at times he would get sleepy and try to lay his head down, still holding onto her ear.  But he would get bored quickly and go back to watching the activity outside.  30 blocks later, we get off at the same stop.  She still on the phone, the boy knows his bus stop, he pops up.  He suddenly remembers her ear.  Leaps back up onto the seat and pulls her cap back over her ear to make sure it stays warm.  In that very moment my heart melted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-23911461978714507?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/23911461978714507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=23911461978714507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/23911461978714507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/23911461978714507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/02/sigh-so-cute.html' title='*Sigh* So cute'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-2114734404542620231</id><published>2007-02-15T09:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T09:43:54.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>631 Days...</title><content type='html'>As I have previously stated, I'm not that political.  Though I am getting more and more political in my old age.  (HA!)  I was just watching New York One, the local 24/7 news station for all 5 boroughs in the area.  Rudy Giuliani announced last night that he, for sure, is running for President.  Obama, Giuliani, and Clinton.  This is going to be the most exciting and exhilarating election period EVER.  Oh I am so thrilled.  Molly would be proud of me.  I am not only excited for the campaign period but I have a countdown.  631 days and 14 hours till the next election.  Who would have ever thought that I would ever look forward to a Presidential Campaign?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with me and countdowns?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-2114734404542620231?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2114734404542620231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=2114734404542620231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2114734404542620231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/2114734404542620231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/02/631-days.html' title='631 Days...'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-5441374493886470107</id><published>2007-02-10T06:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T05:46:53.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching the sun rise as we speak...</title><content type='html'>I got back on Tuesday from a week long trip to Vienna, Austria.  I have never suffered so bad on any return.  This jet-lag is KILLING ME.  Since Tuesday, I have been asleep SUPER early (we're talkin' like 8pm) to then wake up around 3am and then I get to watch the sun rise.  This is not good for someone who loves watching infomercials.  This is prime time real estate for infomercials.  BAD.  Skipper...can't...stop...watching...info...mercials.  AHHHH.  I just saw one for time life's music collection....&lt;a href="http://www.timelife.com/maltshop"&gt;MALT SHOP&lt;/a&gt;.  Why is it so damn expensive?!  5 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt; payments of $29.99?  Are you kidding me?!  Those aren't EASY!  Those are Riiiiiiiiii-diculous.  Thank god I have no money and will power to not purchase this set.  It's easy when I watch an infomercial about vacuums or blenders or cleaning products (I refuse to watch any of the weight loss programs.  Plus they're just not as fun at 4am).  But a music infomercial....oh hello!  You have my heart right there.   Damn time life and their expensive cd set (that I really want!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-5441374493886470107?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5441374493886470107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=5441374493886470107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5441374493886470107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5441374493886470107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/02/watching-sun-rise-as-we-speak.html' title='Watching the sun rise as we speak...'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-1227092430445601797</id><published>2007-01-28T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:15:47.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You learn something new every day</title><content type='html'>I started an entry back on January 11th.  It took me over two weeks to complete it.  I hope you enjoy it.  Who knows, maybe you'll learn something new.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/01/100-things-about-me.html"&gt;100 things about me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-1227092430445601797?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1227092430445601797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=1227092430445601797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/1227092430445601797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/1227092430445601797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-learn-something-new-every-day.html' title='You learn something new every day'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-3232654834317682821</id><published>2007-01-25T03:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T03:18:40.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessed much?'/><title type='text'>The Marvelous Wonderettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/GBm6G_v4l4k' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/GBm6G_v4l4k'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past weekend I was in California (where I'm originally from) and I went to the theatre.  Well, I am a theatre geek so what would a weekend be without theatre.  I saw this show The Marvelous Wonderettes on Friday night and I can't stop thinking about it.  If it weren't sold out all weekend, I would have gone again.  11 of us went and we had the greatest time. I really do hope that they record a cast album. I will definitely be the first in line.  But I've made my own Marvelous Wonderette's playlist on my iPod to satisfy my obsession for the time being.  This really is a superb show.  One of the best I've seen in a very very long time.  So if you're in the North Hollywood area, I recommend that you RUN to see this show.  They've extended 3 times and are now running until late March.  So get your tickets now as it's spreadin' like wild fire!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-3232654834317682821?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3232654834317682821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=3232654834317682821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3232654834317682821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3232654834317682821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/01/marvelous-wonderettes.html' title='The Marvelous Wonderettes'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-5685857884939175971</id><published>2007-01-16T03:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T03:28:39.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><title type='text'>I think I just peed a little...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/pmG2gBAcN-8' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/pmG2gBAcN-8'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Briliant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-5685857884939175971?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5685857884939175971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=5685857884939175971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5685857884939175971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5685857884939175971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PW898PqcTTE'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The video says it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-7571774685010028070?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7571774685010028070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=7571774685010028070' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7571774685010028070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7571774685010028070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/01/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-6781519569633856227</id><published>2007-01-13T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T07:37:32.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Apple'/><title type='text'>Earthquakes?  In New York City?</title><content type='html'>It feels like a rolling earthquake.  I thought I had gotten away from those now that I no longer live in California.  Who woulda-thunk that living on a major avenue in New York City on the 5th floor (the top floor of your building) would give you the same feel of a rolling earthquake every time an extremely large semi drove by.  Strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-6781519569633856227?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6781519569633856227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=6781519569633856227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6781519569633856227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/6781519569633856227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/01/earthquakes-in-new-york-city.html' title='Earthquakes?  In New York City?'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-7366326958726165581</id><published>2007-01-11T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:14:25.785-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship just the perfect blendship'/><title type='text'>You know she's your best friend when....</title><content type='html'>you watch Grey's Anatomy together, in the comfort of your own homes, chatting over IM.  You have your own lingo to fast forward through the commercials and when they're done, you simultaneously say play.  Something gross happens and you both scream EW.  This is why I love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-7366326958726165581?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7366326958726165581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=7366326958726165581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7366326958726165581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7366326958726165581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-know-shes-your-best-friend-when.html' title='You know she&apos;s your best friend when....'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-972149211317157916</id><published>2007-01-11T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:33:00.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><title type='text'>Oh the joys of unemployment</title><content type='html'>You would think that since I am currently unemployed, I would have a multitude of  things to blog about.  Negative.  I have tried to keep myself somewhat distracted so that I don't dwell on the fact that I have no job and no income.  This is a great way to celebrate my birthday (which is 6 days away by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night I did see &lt;a href="http://www.evildeadthemusical.com/"&gt;Evil Dead: The Musical&lt;/a&gt;.  Gotta love working in this industry...you get comp offers constantly!  So I had a date with myself and trekked into midtown through the freezing winds and saw a very interesting piece of theatre.  It was very comical and I enjoyed the campiness of the piece.  BUT, the songs are not catchy and I was (I hate to say it) disappointed with the choreography.  Hinton Battle is the choreographer. Most of you know him as the demon in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Once_More,_with_Feeling_%28Buffy_episode%29"&gt;Once More With Feeling&lt;/a&gt;.  The musical episode from Buffy The Vampire Slayer.  I wanted, well expected, much more out of Battle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.evildeadthemusical.net/images/previews/Evil003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.evildeadthemusical.net/images/previews/Evil003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were some definite stand out performances.  &lt;a href="http://www.jennacoker.com/"&gt;Jenna Coker&lt;/a&gt; was fantastic.  Her comedic timing, singing, dancing, everything was just brilliant.  Was totally blown away by her. Long story longer, I mean short, I would totally see this show again, with a large group and I would sit in the "splatter zone".  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-972149211317157916?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/972149211317157916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=972149211317157916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/972149211317157916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/972149211317157916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-joys-of-unemployment.html' title='Oh the joys of unemployment'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-5901710489365702269</id><published>2007-01-11T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:25:09.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things about me</title><content type='html'>1.  I love watching infomercials.&lt;br /&gt;2.  One of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; guilty pleasures is Showgirls.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have OCD tendencies.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I believe in Gay Marriage.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I can stay up all night and sleep in all day.&lt;br /&gt;6.  My favorite color is purple.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I had 9 stitches above my right eye when I was around 9 years old.  The scar still itches.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fandango&lt;/span&gt;* ta-ta's.  (Comment courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.luisvillabon.com/"&gt;Luis Villabon&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;9.  My biggest regret in life is not learning French to the point of fluency.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I am horrible with money.&lt;br /&gt;11.  I have a weakness for black and white photography.&lt;br /&gt;12.  I am scared to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt; of clowns.&lt;br /&gt;13.  I really need to learn how to drive stick.&lt;br /&gt;14.  My mom is really the most amazing and brilliant person I know.&lt;br /&gt;15.  I am convinced my best friend has the exact same brain as I do.&lt;br /&gt;16.  I miss being in love.  It's been over 5 years and I still think about him.  It still breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;17.  I loathe people that tuck in their shirts that clearly shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;18.  I carry around a little ladybug for good luck.  Her name is Twiggy.&lt;br /&gt;19.  I want to go skydiving before I die.&lt;br /&gt;20.  I am a total chicken shit.  Don't know if I'll ever accomplish number 19.&lt;br /&gt;21.  My favorite smell is freshly fallen rain.&lt;br /&gt;22.  I can truly say that I really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; two things.  Coconut.  And people who lie.&lt;br /&gt;23.  When I was little, I was obsessed with Betty Boop.&lt;br /&gt;24.  I will live in France.  No question.&lt;br /&gt;25.  I can't take compliments, but I love to give them.&lt;br /&gt;26.  I am an only child and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;27.  I become easily obsessed with things.  This can be a good thing or a bad thing depending how you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;28.  I don't always finish what I start.&lt;br /&gt;29.  I believe in astrology.&lt;br /&gt;30.  I am obsessed with the show 24 and dream of marrying Kiefer Sutherland.&lt;br /&gt;31.  I can be very impatient.&lt;br /&gt;32.  I once tried to freeze Hershey's Chocolate Syrup in our ice cube tray.&lt;br /&gt;33.  I read tarot cards.&lt;br /&gt;34.  I am enthralled by Napoleon Bonaparte and Louis XIV.&lt;br /&gt;35.  I was 16 when I had my first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;36.  I want to have children.&lt;br /&gt;37. Two of my biggest fears is dying alone and being told I can't bear children.&lt;br /&gt;38.  I am spiritual but not religious.&lt;br /&gt;39.  I suck at cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;40.  I am a big supporter of "personal space."  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my dance space, this is your dance space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. I get upset when people don't take the initiative and our friendship solely relies on me.&lt;br /&gt;42.  I go nuts over &lt;a href="http://www.sharpie.com/"&gt;Sharpies&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;43. If I could use the word ESPIONAGE in my daily conversations, I would.&lt;br /&gt;44. I am fascinated with technology.&lt;br /&gt;45.  If I were to ever own a home, it's one requirement is to have a porch.&lt;br /&gt;46.  Ray Liotta's mouth really disturbs me.&lt;br /&gt;47.  I have an invisible cat named Nacho.&lt;br /&gt;48. I wear black almost daily.&lt;br /&gt;49.  I have seen the movie Hairspray over a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;50.  I am very ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;51.  I can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; for Bush to leave office.&lt;br /&gt;52.  I recently thought I was losing my hearing.  One of the most frightening things I've ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;53.  I have an unhealthy love and admiration for ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;54.  I love the names Briseis and Catori.&lt;br /&gt;55.  I hate needles yet I have a tattoo and want another.&lt;br /&gt;56. I once permed my hair.  Never again.&lt;br /&gt;57.  My dream company to work for is &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/www.cirquedusoleil.com"&gt;Cirque Du Soleil&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;58.  One of my favorite artists is David Gray.&lt;br /&gt;59.  I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;refuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to own anything paisley.&lt;br /&gt;60.  One of my secret obsessions is listening to yodeling music.&lt;br /&gt;61.  I get bored very easily when gambling.  I am convinced this is why I haven't won anything.&lt;br /&gt;62.  I want to learn how to wink.&lt;br /&gt;63.   I've been told I snore slightly.&lt;br /&gt;64.   I am spoiled.  But I tell people I'm just well taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;65.   I am superstitious.&lt;br /&gt;66.  I am really a hopeless romantic.&lt;br /&gt;67. I'm sure you've noticed by now that I have a lot of weaknesses/obsessions/vices whatever you may want to call them.  I have another....horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;68. And another...a beautiful man with an accent.  Especially a British one.&lt;br /&gt;69. And another...music.  This is probably my largest obsession aside from ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;70.  I would become a lesbian for Angelina Jolie.&lt;br /&gt;71. I am extremely fearful of the Ferris wheel.&lt;br /&gt;72. I try to convince myself that "out of sight, out of mind" really does work.&lt;br /&gt;73. I am currently on medication for depression.&lt;br /&gt;74. I moved to New York City after I graduated college.  I packed 2 suitcases and had a couple hundred bucks to my name.  I will never go back to California.&lt;br /&gt;75. I lost my virginity when I was 21 years old.&lt;br /&gt;76. One of my most vivid memories from childhood was my first day of kindergarten.  We went to the school and at the front door they had 2 easels.  Each with a teacher's name and list of kids that belonged in that class.  My name wasn't on either of them.&lt;br /&gt;77. I loathe the Burger King commercials.  That "king" really freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;78. If I weren't working in theatre, I would want to be in forensics.&lt;br /&gt;79. I want to go to Ireland.  Strictly because of the Giant's Causeway.&lt;br /&gt;80. I haven't danced in over 5 years.  This makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;81. I could easily get lost in &lt;a href="http://www.staples.com/"&gt;Staples&lt;/a&gt;.  I have a "thing" for stationary products.&lt;br /&gt;82. I watched a little girl pass away when I was 16 years old.  There's not a day that goes by that I don't think of her and what she's done for me in my life.&lt;br /&gt;83. It's extremely hard for me to ask someone for help.&lt;br /&gt;84. I'm in denial that my 10 year high school reunion is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;85. When Bush won this last election I text messaged my mom "Bush won.  Moving to Canada."  I really was thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;86. The only time I feel "close to God" is when I listen to gospel music.&lt;br /&gt;87. I am very stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;88. I cried when Gene Kelly and Lucille Ball died.&lt;br /&gt;89. I can't stand the show Frasier.   Kelsey Grammer bugs.&lt;br /&gt;90.  I love peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;91. The busier I am in life, the better I function.&lt;br /&gt;92. The sound of one brushing their teeth is like nails on a chalkboard to me.&lt;br /&gt;93. I am horrible at goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;94. I love dying my hair.  Especially within the red spectrum.&lt;br /&gt;95. I am proud to say that I am a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;96. I am addicted to Sudoku.  I can play it for HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;97. I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freak&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if I see a mouse in my house.  (Oh that rhymed!)&lt;br /&gt;98. I have been known to guffaw.&lt;br /&gt;99. I have a weakness for Dr. Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;100. A friend of mine introduced me to a blog.  &lt;a href="http://virginitymonologues.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Virginity Monologues&lt;/a&gt;.  She has a "100 thing about me."  She is the reason I chose to challenge myself to see if I too could write 100 things about me.  This was an extremely difficult task.  I am very happy I was able to accomplish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Fandango (adjective) :  great, massive,  monstrous, monumental, overwhelming, stupendous,  tremendous,  delicious, first-class,  primo, sensational, superb,  unreal, extraordinary,  cat's meow,  marvelous, outstanding,  dazzling, out of this world, breathtaking,  killer, fierce,  incredible, unthinkable, remarkable,  impressive, phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(noun) :  an  all-access website to all your questions  about movies and their current show times.  www.fandango.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-5901710489365702269?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5901710489365702269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=5901710489365702269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5901710489365702269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5901710489365702269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/01/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 things about me'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-4258653924400479699</id><published>2007-01-04T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:51:14.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment or concern?</title><content type='html'>I am at a complete loss for words.  I get great ideas throughout the day and then I sit at home and try to write and nothing happens.  So I apologize to you, my 4 readers for not having anything for the last couple of weeks.  Hopefully a strike of genius will come and a plethora of blogs will flow from my fingertips.  And of course, I will take suggestions.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-4258653924400479699?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4258653924400479699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=4258653924400479699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4258653924400479699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/4258653924400479699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2007/01/comment-or-concern.html' title='Comment or concern?'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-7620979711220722459</id><published>2006-12-23T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T23:54:09.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>This is my first Christmas without my family.  Because I work in the Theatre, I have shows.  Yes, the show must go on but I was hoping to spend Christmas with my family.  Especially my Mom.  I knew this would eventually happen but I was dreading the year that I would have to say "I can't be there at Christmas because I'm working." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is, I'm spending Christmas in Ohio with my "sister" (not blood related) and her family in Ohio.  I am so very excited to spend it with her!  I leave tomorrow at the shows and book it to the airport.  Please send me good vibes that I make my flight!  It will be a quick trip, but very &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fulfilling&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a very Merry Christmas.  Be safe, happy, and healthy!  Enjoy every moment you share with your family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-7620979711220722459?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7620979711220722459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=7620979711220722459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7620979711220722459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7620979711220722459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-8954325034465045411</id><published>2006-12-20T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:43:57.795-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessed much?'/><title type='text'>Addiction.</title><content type='html'>Music is my drug of choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go a day without listening to music.  It's on a good majority of the time I am awake.  I would say most of the memories I have as a child involved a great deal of music.  I remember being left alone for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hours&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my room, playing all my cassette tapes, records, and then CDs over and over again.  I knew every word to ever album I owned.  I still do.  I own hundreds of CDs.  It's an addiction really.  I just can't stop buying music.  I love finding new artists.  I don't even want to begin to think how much money I've spent on music alone in my lifetime.  It really is a drug.  People don't believe me when I say that I have a bagillion cds. Then they see the collection.  And now that iTunes exists...fah-getta-bout it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot function without music.  It's my life.  I live it, eat it, breathe it.  I'm obsessed.  When I buy music, there is not one single grain of guilt that passes through me.  I need that fix.  I need to have it.  No guilt.  So I caved yesterday.  I bought the new &lt;a href="www.johnmayer.com"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/a&gt; album.  Continuum.  I am really enjoying it.  It's very chill.  Very John Mayer.  I have satisfied my urge for this week.  I wonder what album is going to be next.  And of course, I'll take any and all music suggestions!  So bring 'em on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-8954325034465045411?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8954325034465045411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=8954325034465045411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8954325034465045411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8954325034465045411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2006/12/addiction.html' title='Addiction.'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-7145948957737243468</id><published>2006-12-15T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T19:04:54.326-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><title type='text'>A picture is worth 1000 words...</title><content type='html'>I have been some what thrilled that we are in the Christmas season.  Back in California, I spent the holidays enjoying the lights on my neighbors houses.  Watched my dad put up our small strand around the roof of our house.  And I would go to Candy Cane Lane and walk down the block to look at the beautiful decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday I went to Brooklyn with Sparky so she could show me her Christmas experience.  I thought I would have this brilliant blog all written out to describe what I saw on those houses.  But my words can't do justice.  Luckily photos are worth 1000 words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RYLN9MfqZfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yse4BNkKJVE/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RYLN9MfqZfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yse4BNkKJVE/s320/DSC00957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008792186799154674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RYM0xcfqZlI/AAAAAAAAABE/pEmt3U9zh58/s1600-h/DSC00965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RYM0xcfqZlI/AAAAAAAAABE/pEmt3U9zh58/s320/DSC00965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008905234633352786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RYM0NcfqZkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aa2DDLbBOe4/s1600-h/DSC00962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RYM0NcfqZkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aa2DDLbBOe4/s320/DSC00962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008904616158062146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RYM0C8fqZjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/x6OmZYh5Mrw/s1600-h/DSC00961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RYM0C8fqZjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/x6OmZYh5Mrw/s320/DSC00961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008904435769435698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RYMz5sfqZiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/diXVhh9KorM/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RYMz5sfqZiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/diXVhh9KorM/s320/DSC00958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008904276855645730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RYLOJMfqZgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AP5zJiMryxY/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RYLOJMfqZgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AP5zJiMryxY/s320/DSC00956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008792392957584898" 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/30718566-7145948957737243468?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7145948957737243468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=7145948957737243468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7145948957737243468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7145948957737243468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2006/12/picture-is-worth-1000-words.html' title='A picture is worth 1000 words...'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rg8Pq-MBDfc/RYLN9MfqZfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yse4BNkKJVE/s72-c/DSC00957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-8199123745668620204</id><published>2006-12-06T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:31:04.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><title type='text'>Movies all I can think about are Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/casinoroyale/site/images/about_the_film/downloads/bond_WP_6_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/casinoroyale/site/images/about_the_film/downloads/bond_WP_6_800x600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I'm not your traditional woman.  I do enjoy the occasional romantic comedy or drama but really gets me going is a good action flick.  I go to the movies a lot.  No really, I go A LOT.  And I'm all about &lt;a href="http://www.netflix.com"&gt;Netflix&lt;/a&gt; so let's just say, I love movies.  But no movie does it to me like an action flick.  And today I saw probably one of the best action flicks EVER.  Casino Royale.  Fantastic movie.  I was blown away in the first 15 minutes of the film.  There is this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insane&lt;/span&gt; chase, on foot.  It was breathtaking.  I will own this movie.  I will.  Don't argue with me.  Casino Royale  has made it's way onto my favorite movie list in the action flick genre.  I could seriously watch this movie over and over again.  If you haven't seen this movie yet, RUN DON'T WALK.  It really is a beautiful film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my other favorite action flicks....all the Die Hard movies (and can we please talk about how they're filming movie FOUR as we speak!?!), The Italian Job, The Bourne Identity series (phenomenal car chasing scene), and I hate to admit this one...but Mission Impossible 3.  It really is the best one of those.  And that's only because of JJ Abrahms and Phillip Seymour Hoffman.  You can't go wrong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and I saw the trailer for Spiderman 3.  I'm so there on May 4th, 2007.  With the rest of the world.  And on July 13th, 2007 you better believe that I have a date with Harry Potter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-8199123745668620204?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8199123745668620204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=8199123745668620204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8199123745668620204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8199123745668620204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2006/12/movies-all-i-can-think-about-are-movies.html' title='Movies all I can think about are Movies'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-7767522079201301447</id><published>2006-11-25T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T12:58:15.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/931053/of%3D50%2C590%2C442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6758/3749/320/619472/of%3D50%2C590%2C442.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday Mama!  I hope you have a wonderful day today.  I love you with all my heart and am so thankful that you are my mama.  I can't say thank you enough for all you've given me.  Your love, endless support, wise words, and guidance have made me the woman I am today.  You are a beautiful, intelligent woman and if I'm anything like you, then I know I'll be okay.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart.  Avec tout mon coeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you liked all the kids singing Happy Birthday!  They were so excited to sing for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Anniversaire Mama.  Je t'aime beaucoup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-7767522079201301447?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7767522079201301447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=7767522079201301447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7767522079201301447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7767522079201301447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday.'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-8893474593275857289</id><published>2006-11-14T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T12:57:22.785-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessed much?'/><title type='text'>He's like wine</title><content type='html'>Monday night I saw The Departed.  I was very excited about this movie.  All I have to say is BRILLIANT.  This movie was of the utmost brilliance.  The writing, the direction, the acting.  Let's just talk about Leonardo DiCaprio for a moment.  I like him, I always have.  But this man has gotten so .....amazing (not to mention, is absolutely STUNNING).  I'm still processing the movie and it's genius.  Please, RUN don't walk to see this movie.  You won't be let down!  Leonardo DiCaprio gets my gold star!  I vow that I will go see every movie that man makes.  He's like wine, he gets better with age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-8893474593275857289?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8893474593275857289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=8893474593275857289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8893474593275857289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8893474593275857289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2006/11/hes-like-wine.html' title='He&apos;s like wine'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-3673805890782638455</id><published>2006-11-11T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:38:00.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's with me?</title><content type='html'>Because I have been surrounded by children, I have found wonderful sights like &lt;a href="http://www.ustoy.com"&gt;USTOY&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.orientaltrading.com"&gt;ORIENTAL TRADING&lt;/a&gt;.  I just recently got a new catalogue in the mail from Oriental Trading that was all Christmas.  Yes, that's right.  An all Christmas catalogue in the beginning of November.  I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am that Christmas is just around the corner.  I wanted to buy every single cheesy item.  I used every ounce of my will power and only bought what I actually needed for my Christmas presents.  I know these things are cheap but really, let's spread the holiday love and spirit.  How can you not like the holidays?  I am ready to start blaring my Christmas music and have endless amounts of snow.  I say...let's start a countdown!  Who's with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-3673805890782638455?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3673805890782638455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=3673805890782638455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3673805890782638455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/3673805890782638455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2006/11/whos-with-me.html' title='Who&apos;s with me?'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-7457877367108353834</id><published>2006-11-10T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:33:22.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be....POLITICAL</title><content type='html'>I, by no means, am a political person.  I never was, but I am learning.  Slowly, but surely.  I didn't register to vote until this last election.  During that election period I became very involved.  Watching the debates, reading obsessively online, chatting with my very political, very intelligent friend &lt;a href="http://stageleftexit.blogspot.com"&gt;Molly&lt;/a&gt;.  We just recently had our midterm elections and I felt like I was very behind.  I didn't know any of the candidates.  I didn't know the issues.  I didn't know what the midterm elections really meant.  So I became lazy and said I wasn't going to vote.  I wasn't going to do my civil duty, I would rather stay at home and nap.  Though I did nap, I also started to feel guilty.  Guilty that I was actually putting off the voting.  That I wasn't standing up for my future and the future generations.  I have to tell you....if you know me, you would know that is this so out of the ordinary for me.  And it was the strangest feeling.  So at 4pm, on Tuesday November 7th, I got dressed and went to my polling place.  I was there, voted, and home within 20 minutes.  I can't even begin to describe how much better I felt knowing that I had put my "two cents" in.  I am a firm believer in "you can't bitch if you're not voting."  I couldn't go against my own words.  So I had to vote.  So I could have a say.  And after the results were in and we all know that now, for the first time in over a decade, the democrats have taken the lead.  I was rejoicing with the entire city of Manhattan.  I am still rejoicing.  Me, thrilled, about a political outcome.  I never thought that I would become, or want to become, involved in politics.  This will be a huge learning experience for me in many ways.  But I look forward to what's to come.  I just have to say that I hope a lot of things change, for the better.  I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I am so excited for the next presidential election.   2008 is going to be a very interesting year....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-7457877367108353834?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7457877367108353834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=7457877367108353834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7457877367108353834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/7457877367108353834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-be-or-not-to-bepolitical.html' title='To be or not to be....POLITICAL'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-5573263878553716142</id><published>2006-11-06T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:58:27.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like I'm going to Disneyland</title><content type='html'>I can't fall asleep because I am so excited that I get to go to the TODAY SHOW tomorrow A.M. as a guest of the show.  We're performing on the TODAY SHOW.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!  (That's short for oh my god HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joys of being in the entertainment industry....&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-5573263878553716142?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5573263878553716142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=5573263878553716142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5573263878553716142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/5573263878553716142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feel-like-im-going-to-disneyland.html' title='I feel like I&apos;m going to Disneyland'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30718566.post-8184381651858597573</id><published>2006-11-03T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:56:24.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uh can we say totally random?'/><title type='text'>Now I know my ABCs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media24a.libsyn.com/podcasts/e999034031690a8db4c023abc6aad788/454c0bda/dooce/chipper.mov"&gt;This video&lt;/a&gt;, from one of the blogs I read daily, (&lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com"&gt;DOOCE&lt;/a&gt;) is one of the very things that confirms why I want children.  It just makes my heart melt.  She just turned 33 months and has perfected her ABCs quite well.  &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com/audio/abcs.mp3"&gt;Here is what she sounded like back in March&lt;/a&gt;.  You, dear reader, have no heart or soul if that just doesn't make you into one mushy pile of goo.  :)  HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's OK, you can watch it more than once.  I have.  I won't tell if you don't.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30718566-8184381651858597573?l=myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8184381651858597573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30718566&amp;postID=8184381651858597573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8184381651858597573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30718566/posts/default/8184381651858597573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfriendcallsmeskipper.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-i-know-my-abcs.html' title='Now I know my ABCs'/><author><name>Skipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504182408655393362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6758/3749/1600/TaliaShhh1981.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
