<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-19680463</id><updated>2023-03-13T02:28:02.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alumimnum Lunch</title><subtitle type='html'>One gothic girl, two jobs, a degree to finish before I die, on the loose in Seattle.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-115594365145332578</id><published>2006-08-18T16:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:45:54.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it been that long????</title><content type='html'>Oh how I have missed my internet! I will have to take great pains to update more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boyfriend owns a kilt.....I get to borrow hehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hours have picked up at work...more money YES!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School clothes and supplies for the widget almost fully stocked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anime to my hearts content&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love one of my jobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few other things that don&#39;t come to mind offhand so ulm monkeys ( as my adorable gothy boy likes to say)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Some bad things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate my other job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monkeys?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have been playing like crazy Super Smash TV. The game is sooooo much fun. We have become addicts to it. The sarcastic one has some interesting artwork he has made for me. It is kind of tribal mixed with fantasy. I really need to find the time to go get it framed. I have also formed an addiction to Cold Stone Creamery. It is an awesome ice cream shop where they mix your ice cream up with oreos, chocolate chips, sprinkles, whatever on a cold stone hense the name. At first I thought it was horribly priced. ( 5.25 us a small serving) I have come to realize that it must be mixed up with crack when you aren&#39;t looking as I love the stuff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my time to go to work....more to come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/115594365145332578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=115594365145332578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/115594365145332578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/115594365145332578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/08/has-it-been-that-long_18.html' title='Has it been that long????'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-114681294420173005</id><published>2006-05-04T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:09:10.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life continues</title><content type='html'>Finally! I have scored some serious hours at my jobs. Now I can finally get caught back up as well as saving up some money for moving costs. The current owners of my apartment complex suck eggs as I have stated.&lt;br /&gt;  I have been playing Oblivion lately. It is so much fun! I have noticed the urge to &quot;pluck&quot; flowers and herbs out of neighbors yards for raising my alchemy skill is strong. I love playing a thief, it&#39;s the kender in me. I love to role play thieves, they rock! However sad news in computer land. The Imps comp has decided to give up the ghost. Everything on it was lost including Oblivion. Sigh.  I know he will be able to get it working again, but I feel so bad for him.&lt;br /&gt;  I watched the trailers for The Omen remake and the new Xmen. I absolutely cannot wait until they come out.  Fantastic stuff!&lt;br /&gt;  I have been living with the Imp for what? A month?? I still adore him. He is the bees knees. All those silly little things that your special someone does when they are in the privacy of their home is all falling out now. You know how it is, when you are first dating you are careful to some degree to not leave your socks on the floor etc. Now he is talking to himself as he plays video games, and you know what? It&#39;s cute, and I am guilty of the same offense.&lt;br /&gt;  Tommarow I have a double shift so I should probably get some rest.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/114681294420173005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=114681294420173005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114681294420173005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114681294420173005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-continues.html' title='Life continues'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-114540035598871304</id><published>2006-04-18T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:46:00.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes! Quick update</title><content type='html'>I called back on the retail job that was checking my references, she was just about to call me she said.&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;I got the job!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tommarow, I am going to hit 3 places around my shift there. I want just one more job then I will be content. I do have one to call on tonight, who knows, maybe I will get that one. I feel like I am on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ok, time to watch a movie with the widget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/114540035598871304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=114540035598871304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114540035598871304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114540035598871304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/04/yes-quick-update.html' title='Yes! Quick update'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-114537972896676406</id><published>2006-04-18T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T10:24:11.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On coconut, peeping tomettes, and landlords</title><content type='html'>Still no luck in securing an extra job even though I had 4 interviews this last week. One of which did call me on Friday to inform me they were checking my references. I need to call back on that one today as that means as long as they are good ( which mine are) its in the bag. My current paying gig is only scheduling me 2 to 3 days a week. The rest is the fabled &quot; on-call&quot;, yuck. Corporations are the devil!&lt;br /&gt; Next on the agenda, is that the new owners of my apartment complex are rat bastards. The old owners were slum lord material in the way they ran things. ( When I moved in I asked how much for the apartment, was asked back ,&quot; How much can you afford?&quot;.) These new ones though are scummier in an entirely new way.&lt;br /&gt; They are giving the tenants all this fancy paperwork explaining how great things will be with their new changes. Any smart person however can see right though their B.S. Its just pretty legal words stating that they intend to rip us off like a mugger on Pioneer Square at night.     &lt;br /&gt; Firstly, they changed out the washers which worked fine for new ones that work equally fine. The difference? Seventy Five cents more per load. Gee thanks that helps so much.&lt;br /&gt; Lets see the old landlords paid water, sewer, garbage. Which is par for an apartment complex I have ever lived in. Now tenants will pay that.&lt;br /&gt; My parking space, assigned storage space, and my &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;balcony&lt;/span&gt; do not come with the apartment. Oh yes, they are, and I quote, &quot;common areas of the property/said usage is a license to use these areas in common with the owner&quot;. I do not wish to have the owner go through my private storage area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for the kicker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They will not be held responsible for fixing anything in the apartment, it is the tenants job. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Hello???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A person who owns a home pays for maintenance a renter does not. These are just examples of the nonsense.  These new owners suck balls and I am pretty sure some of this paperwork is illegal. I don&#39;t want to bother with the housing authority however. I just wish to move before this goes into effect as they are scum in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to some more positive things. Firstly, the widget is still riding the sugar high from Easter. ( She tricked both the imp and I into biting into a coconut candy, causing us both to spit and hack the vile taste out, she found it hilarious) The imp and I are hooked on a Courtney Crumrin. It is a great comic! Trying to get my hands on some more of them. Been playing Rubies at night, I had forgotten how fun that game can be. I have started a toon on Kingdom of Loathing, ( found the link on Plastic Mice ) it is funny as Hades!! There are too many serious games out there, this is a nice quick diversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On a weird side note, this week, I saw a little old lady peeping in to an adult shop. Broad daylight, on a busy street, parents walking behind her with strollers. She had her hands cupping around her face which was pressed up against the window to cut out the suns glare.  Most people scurry inside to see the wares but not this one. She cared not about what people might think about a granny type ooogling the dildos and strap-ons. I found that so awesome. Funny, but awesome still the same.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/114537972896676406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=114537972896676406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114537972896676406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114537972896676406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-coconut-peeping-tomettes-and.html' title='On coconut, peeping tomettes, and landlords'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-114472342848429093</id><published>2006-04-10T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:46:11.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeebus Monk-ay on a stick!!!!</title><content type='html'>What a crazy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A perfectly normal day of job hunting turned into long bus rides and alot of standing around. In transit, finding out the business was to far out of downtown to work with current work schedule. The kicker of the day was on the way back to pick up my daughter.&lt;br /&gt; The imp and I were waiting for the bus back to our neck of the woods, when cops on motorcycles came out of nowhere. My first thought was there was a riot. But &#39;lo and behold it was an immigration reform rally.&lt;br /&gt;  Oh yes, those living in Seattle know exactly what I am on about. For those not in the know, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;thousands&lt;/span&gt; of people blocked the streets of downtown and went &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blocks over their scheduled area. Cars and busses were stuck with no way to reroute. We saw one car actually drive through the plaza by the fountain to make a U-turn down a one-way street! They caused gridlock of one of the most used streets of downtown, causing &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;hundreds &lt;/span&gt;of people to have difficulties getting home, to appointments, work, and many ( such as myself) to be extremely late picking up their &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;children&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  I was standing at a payphone calling my brother hoping to god he could pick up my daughter from her daycamp program and trying to explain to the staff of said program why I can&#39;t pick her up.  Still they marched! Whatever cause you were hoping people would sympathize with, I am one person who of your &quot;rally&quot; simply remembers the disturbance in my life that your silly little group created. I now have no desire to help your group , in fact, whatever way you are wanting me to vote on your issue, expect the opposite.  Good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Today&#39;s title was picked by the imp. Hallaflippin&#39; OOla!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/114472342848429093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=114472342848429093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114472342848429093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114472342848429093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/04/jeebus-monk-ay-on-stick.html' title='Jeebus Monk-ay on a stick!!!!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-114427701644987628</id><published>2006-04-05T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T15:43:46.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamer girl in Librarian town</title><content type='html'>I am back to playing Rubies of Eventide. It is a really fun donationware MMORPG. My ex-boyfriend had deleted my level 50 Paladin when I decided to stay in Seattle and broke up with him. I am starting from scratch but people are generous there knowing what happened to my high level character. I have been given a great deal of money and equipment so yes I am riding on the rep of the same name of my old toon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I set the laptop on the computer desk so I could mine ore on the laptop while watching Corpse Bride on the desktop, which seemed to amuse the imp. Having a gamer girlfriend appeals to him, me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I had an interesting weekend at work. Had the opportunity to wait on librarians from all over the country that were in Seattle for a conference. Very nice people, but alot of them were culture shocked by the west coast. One of them asked me to explain what a &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;prawn &lt;/span&gt;is. It is always kind of fun to meet people from other places that see things a bit on the different side. Ooops, speaking of work, I must be off to it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/114427701644987628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=114427701644987628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114427701644987628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114427701644987628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/04/gamer-girl-in-librarian-town.html' title='Gamer girl in Librarian town'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-114331956024859215</id><published>2006-03-25T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:33:09.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fond memories</title><content type='html'>I finally watched the remake of House of Wax. Twice. Despite the fact that talentless hack Paris Hilton was in it, I still enjoyed it greatly. Alot of great scare value and gross thrills.&lt;br /&gt;   I used to visit wax museums often as a youth, they will always hold a special piece of childhood for me. I could wander around for &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt; staring at all the lifelike statues. I would often think how cool it would be to be accidentally locked up overnight with Jack the Ripper, Billy the Kid, and Dracula. My childhood was filled with roadtrips often peppered with roadside attractions on the list of to-dos. I have seen more mystery spots, deserted towns, bigfoot museums then any one person should be blessed to see. I loved every bit of it too.&lt;br /&gt;   Feeling sickly as I caught the flu, and can&#39;t focus well. So that is all for now.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/114331956024859215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=114331956024859215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114331956024859215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114331956024859215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/03/fond-memories.html' title='Fond memories'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-114270159545725534</id><published>2006-03-18T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T09:14:45.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD Jillie! Bad girl!!</title><content type='html'>What a silly bunch of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Firstly, last week my brother obtained pneumonia. Since he was terribly ill, my boyfriend was kind enough to come over for the weekend to watch my cupcake so I could work. I had four scheduled shifts, he was able to be there for three of them. He unfortunately had to leave, which meant I had to miss a day of work. I called in the day before my shift. This weekend, my brother still has pneumonia. The imp, saint that he is, is watching her again for the weekend.  Again, he can only stay three of the four scheduled shifts. I hope my brother is well enough by the fourth.&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                           &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I went into work last night, I was given a write-up for the unexcused absence ( Why they gave it to me &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;before my shift&lt;/span&gt; is beyond me. Maybe they thought it would improve my performance? Newsflash, it tends to have the opposite effect). Nevermind that the shift was covered and nothing bad happened from my missed day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You get two verbal warnings before a write up. Here is a list of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Asked for a day off &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;3 weeks&lt;/span&gt; in advance because I knew I wouldn&#39;t have childcare for that day. I even told them my reason for needing the day off. They scheduled me anyway as everyone knows asking for a day off does not guarantee it. So by that reasoning, I could plan to get married a year in advance, and a week before my wedding they can schedule me. I would have to cancel my wedding, because gee they really need me at work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second was missing a madatory meeting. Hmmm ok, I earned this one as I did completely forget about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;                                     The big write-up. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;While I like my job and the people I work with, this is the bad thing about working for a big corporation. Human beings are not robots. Life happens everyday to &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;All &lt;/span&gt;of us. I miss working for smaller businesses that have not forgotten these things. Life is chaos. Plain and simple. We are on a giant rollercoaster with no stop until we plummet to our deaths on some crazy turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Everyone says &quot; I know it is hard being a single parent&quot;, or &quot; Being a single parent is so tough&quot;. You are so right it flippin&#39; &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I risk losing my job if my childcare falls through. It blows goats. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/114270159545725534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=114270159545725534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114270159545725534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114270159545725534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/03/bad-jillie-bad-girl.html' title='BAD Jillie! Bad girl!!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-114196724562279440</id><published>2006-03-09T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:09:52.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to keep him in a BOX</title><content type='html'>I am not going to be able to sleep tonight, I am too full of thoughts. The object of my bliss has agreed to live together!!! I think it was the fortune cookie. That means no matter what ungodly hour of night it is, there will be an adorable gothy man most likely willing to watch anime with me. He is very much nocturnal like myself. It is truly uncanny how much we have in common and, lets face it, the imp can make me laugh. Often.&lt;br /&gt; The weird thing is, the urchin had asked me today if he would live with us. She really likes him. She went so far to ask if we were going to get married because she wants him to be a part of our family and have our last name. Too cute. I had to explain to her that the name thing doesn&#39;t work like that and also the whole marriage thing freaks mommy out. Marriage is the devil!  I have been proposed to, been engaged, but thankfully never went through with it. I think at this point, I&#39;ll likely end up as one of those old ladies alone in a house with a couple of cats. I&#39;m fine with it as long as there are books, horror and anime. Oh, and poprocks. Watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;  I finished watching &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the Trigun episodes that boyfriend lent to me. They were superb! I highly recommend them. I couldn&#39;t get enough.&lt;br /&gt; It was too crazy cold out today. Seattle is evil. I was out in it most of the day running errands downtown and boy did it suck ass. I thought I had died and gone to hell. Then I realized they hadn&#39;t given me a name badge to do tours yet so I must still be alive and well but in Seattle. Sigh.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/114196724562279440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=114196724562279440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114196724562279440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114196724562279440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/03/going-to-keep-him-in-box.html' title='Going to keep him in a BOX'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-114175336252151758</id><published>2006-03-07T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T10:13:05.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oddities</title><content type='html'>I walked my urchin to the bus stop this morning and the weirdest thing happened. As she was getting on the bus I was talking to one of the teachers and I hear shouting. A boy on the bus was yelling &quot; Hey you! I want you to be my mom, your cool!&quot;. The teacher and I glance over and he says it again. I look at the teacher, and actually look &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; me to see what he is on about. The boy laughs and says &quot; No, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;! Your so cool!&quot;. I then notice that ALL the children are staring at me with parent envy. Awe on their innocent faces, their eyes huge. A few of the braver kids second his decree. I turn to the teacher and say &quot; &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can build my army of children to take over the world, my plan is almost to fruitition &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Mahawha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&quot;!&lt;br /&gt;In other news not relating to my super army, last night &quot; Plate-Licker&quot; came in again. Thankfully I had closed 5 minutes early due to lack of tables and turned him away. At which point he is trying to tell me that it is 5 minutes to close. It was obvious that he waited, knowing what time we closed before he came. I am sorry but thats so lame. Please, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; wait to come in until 5 minutes to close. I have a life too which includes a child at daycare ( with a specific pick up time) that has school the next day. I can&#39;t leave until you leave so be conciderate of your fellow man.  Every restaurant has one of these come in from time to time. They take the term &quot; clean plate club&quot; to a whole new level. When you take their dirty dishes it looks like the plates have been through the dishwasher already. I am a bit on the eccentric side but these types top &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; on the weirdness scale. That is saying alot when my favorite place to be is a graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;My house has exploded in furniture projects that my brother has brought me. I need more time or no sleep, one or the other. I was steaming the wine label off a bottle for decoupage on a table, but forgot about it. Next thing I know, the label is confetti and utterly useless, sigh. I tend to get distracted.   I want to finish watching Trigun episodes that my boyfriend lent to me but not enough time in the world it seems. Boyfriend left his cool coat at my apartment, so I have been taking it out on dates. I look almost as good as he does in it, I swear. It is completely graveyard goth, it drapes behind me as I walk, I love Boyfriend Coat.&lt;br /&gt; Crap, I hear rain falling. Yep, it is raining out. I hope it stops as I have alot of errands to run today. Got to love Seattle and its relentless rain.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/114175336252151758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=114175336252151758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114175336252151758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114175336252151758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/03/oddities.html' title='Oddities'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-114126649544141928</id><published>2006-03-01T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:31:55.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child goth in training?</title><content type='html'>Funniest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes kids say oddball things but this is one of those that take the biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;I was making pizza for dinner and checking my emails when I overheard my urchin rambling. She was playing with her toys and I hear her say &quot; She&#39;s trying to poison me&quot;. I look over in disbelief and she notices me looking and says &quot; What&quot;? I inform her I am not trying to poison her and she replies, &quot; I wasn&#39;t talking to &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;you&quot;. &lt;/span&gt;She then notices my windows background of my gothy boyfriend in a graveyard and comments, &quot; He&#39;s a &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;DEVIL&lt;/span&gt;, don&#39;t believe him!&quot; Which goes to show, no matter how much pink she wears, it doesn&#39;t cover up her wonderful dark gothy side. I knew it would peek out sooner or later.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/114126649544141928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=114126649544141928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114126649544141928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114126649544141928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/03/child-goth-in-training.html' title='Child goth in training?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-114114976530030807</id><published>2006-02-28T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T01:15:08.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitchy</title><content type='html'>Jillie feels under the weather today. I couldn&#39;t sleep at all last night due to the massive amounts of Mountain Dew in my system. I watched Neon Genesis Evangelion and had entirely too much caffeine. Evagelion has some interesting twisted stuff about it, however the jumping around time frames made me paranoid. When I did try to sleep I had the shakes and my eyes refused to close. I didn&#39;t sleep so much as lie there wishing for death. My heart is still beating like I just finished running and I am only sitting here typing, sigh. I have sneak preview passes to 16 Blocks tonight and I want to go, yet feeling like death. I fear that when the caffeine finally leaves my system my heart will stop beating and I will cease to be. Bah, I am going to go pace for a while then finish my anime.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/114114976530030807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=114114976530030807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114114976530030807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114114976530030807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/02/twitchy.html' title='Twitchy'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-114098104880464026</id><published>2006-02-26T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T11:29:45.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No wireless for you!!!</title><content type='html'>My laptop is really irking me right now. I know it isn&#39;t its fault. The culprit is stupid Netgear. My wireless adapter still doesn&#39;t like to play nice with the rest of my toys. I think it needed a time out today. I stuck it in the corner until it can learn its lesson. I hate not being able to rove my apartment at will. I detest being hooked directly into the modem. I feel so sadly trapped. However, a Jillie without internet is a sad Jillie indeed. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;On the more positive note, the devilish little imp came to visit me for a while and spray painted a  tank on the side of my computer case. It looks so cool! Speaking of spray paint, I still need to finish my furniture. It already looks good I just need one more coat on my table and do a quick job on the bookcase. I have been spending alot of time with the goth boy, he has been like poprocks to me. Addictive.&lt;br /&gt; Last night the imp and I were talking about profound moments that have always stuck with you. It could be getting that fortune out of the cookie that fits, the perfect sunset, or holding your child for the first time, or whatever. Well short, dark and gothy I forgot one.  My stepfather once woke me up at 4:30 am and said he had something cool to show me. We drove out into the desert, parked, and walked through a dry riverbed. He said &quot; Ok we wait right here&quot;. I kept asking &quot; What is it we are going to see&quot;? He smiled but wouldn&#39;t tell me. We waited there for roughly 20 minutes. Suddenly I heard coyotes barking at each other. Right before my eyes an entire pack ran down through the riverbed and to the other side. We were sitting quietly 6 feet from them in awe. They were playing with each other right in front of us! The last wild dog stopped right next to us, looked at us curiously, heard its buddies calling and ran up the other side. It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I have a cute little urchin to go hang out with today so that is all for now.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/114098104880464026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=114098104880464026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114098104880464026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114098104880464026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-wireless-for-you.html' title='No wireless for you!!!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-114060219754320378</id><published>2006-02-22T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:56:50.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>arrrrggggg</title><content type='html'>My posts/publishing thingie isn&#39;t working right. My cool goth boyfriend tells me so anyhow. So until I figure this mess out, sorry for the double post and icky broken links.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/114060219754320378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=114060219754320378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114060219754320378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114060219754320378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/02/arrrrggggg.html' title='arrrrggggg'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-114059177121096484</id><published>2006-02-21T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:12:21.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are cute so that their parents will not eat their young</title><content type='html'>On my brothers behest, I watched the movie High Tension. It was sick and twisted, so of course I loved it. I was warned not to eat whilst watching this flick, now I am warning &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Avoid eating that tasty lasagna until &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;AFTER &lt;/span&gt;the film. Upon completion of the movie, I started it over from the beginning to truly savor the experience. It was just that good.&lt;br /&gt;I went to pick my cub up from daycare before work today and another child was playing with a skateboard. Yes you guessed it. Flipping out of control, the board smashed into my ankle as I walked past. The little angel was more upset about it then I was. That is their saving grace. They are all far too cute to get upset with. I spent my entire night at work limping horribly. Sigh.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/114059177121096484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=114059177121096484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114059177121096484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114059177121096484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/02/kids-are-cute-so-that-their-parents.html' title='Kids are cute so that their parents will not eat their young'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-114032230098399889</id><published>2006-02-18T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:41:05.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>I am completely enthralled. I have just spent the last 27 hours with one person, and strangely, instead of being glad to be alone(as would be my usual response) I am missing the little imp. I cannot, despite my best efforts, get the song &quot;Coin Operated Boy&quot; out of my head! Soon I will send a sharp tool in there to retrieve it. I have met basically the male version of me and it scares me. He is witty, sarcastic, adorable and, evidently, I can&#39;t seem to get enough of that. I feel euphoric.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/114032230098399889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=114032230098399889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114032230098399889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/114032230098399889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/02/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-113990445184335731</id><published>2006-02-13T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T11:15:03.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping, games, and holes in the head</title><content type='html'>I took my little disco monkey shopping today for clothes. Even though everything purchased was pink, it was a complete blast! Watching her stand in front of the mirror posing while saying &quot; That&#39;s right, save your drama for your mamma!&quot;was entirely too funny. We grabbed some grub at Jack in the Box. Sourdough Jacks are so incredibly good they really ought to be illegal.&lt;br /&gt;I also purchased a large quantity of black spray paint for my latest project. The cashier ringing me up looked at me quite funny so I quipped ,&quot; Yeah, I have some tagging to do tonight&quot;. In reality, I have four furniture pieces that need to be gothed up in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;I treated myself to a new RPG called Fable The Lost Chapters. It doesn&#39;t run that well on my laptop, but any game you have to solve a quest by farting or belching is too humorous to describe. If you play your character evil flies will follow you and horns will sprout from your noggin&#39;. I am certain that will be quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;Jillie is a very odd girl who will collect dvds without having anything to play them on. After looking again at all my pretty earrings that I cannot wear, I have made a decision. Tommarow I am finally getting my ears pierced again. I am also dragging my brother kicking and screaming , if need be, to have his done as well. He mentioned to me that he had been thinking of doing that for some time. Mainly I am doing it because I am an evil bitch that adores pain and loves to watch suffering. I&#39;m kidding.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/113990445184335731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=113990445184335731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113990445184335731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113990445184335731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/02/shopping-games-and-holes-in-head.html' title='Shopping, games, and holes in the head'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-113965069819292051</id><published>2006-02-11T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T01:41:45.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifestyles of the poor and shopping</title><content type='html'>I just finished a week of musical job chairs. I had requested to be transfered to another department to solve my childcare scheduling issues. This resulted in everyone getting shifted around to fill the blank spots in staffing. Immediately after this transistion, the hours I thought I would be working changed causing me to turn down for now the position I was supposed to fill. Life has a sick sense of humor sometimes, as now I only work one day a week. Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I got my tax return back otherwise I would really be worried right now instead of still hopeful things will work out. Although I wanted it to be all fun money instead of a way to support my daughter and myself through this rather annoying time.&lt;br /&gt;However, I refuse to let The Man get me down. My cure for my current malady is going shopping. I was relatively good about it, I mainly stuck to the sales. I found that Nightmare Before Xmas lunchbox I have been oogling for some time. 50 percent off! How could I possibly turn it down?? I also bought a new corset top, bondage pants, bondage skirt on sale. I did get a little naughty when I found Labyrinth doorknockers full price. It was worth it when my offspring asked if they can talk. Oh the fun I will have tricking her with those things!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/113965069819292051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=113965069819292051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113965069819292051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113965069819292051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/02/lifestyles-of-poor-and-shopping.html' title='Lifestyles of the poor and shopping'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-113933358264613033</id><published>2006-02-07T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T09:33:52.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Individuality</title><content type='html'>I am absolutely venomous this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I walk into my daughters bedroom this morning and ask her to please hurry or we will be late for the schoolbus. She informs me she is looking for two white socks. She always likes to mismatch her socks so I ask &quot; Why&quot;?. She then explains to me that her uncle told her not to wear different colored footwear as it makes her look like a poor child.&lt;br /&gt;I am completely incensed by this statement.&lt;br /&gt;First off, all of her clothing is clean and in good repair. Everytime I buy the child new socks, she doesn&#39;t like them bundled together matched, she prefers me to separate them so she can pick which colors to wear on any given day. She has done this ever since she was able to voice her opinion on the subject. She will do this with her clothes too. It is not unusual for her to pick a green top and a pink skirt, she is expressing herself.&lt;br /&gt;Children do this, it is completely natural in their quest to find out who they are and what they like. There is a boy at her school that likes to dress as Anime characters. I have seen him wear goggles, capes, bandanas, funky cool colors, spiked hair the works. I think that is so cool!&lt;br /&gt;That comment only has one purpose, to break down her self esteem and make her feel bad about herself. Shame on you! I don&#39;t make her wear black gothic clothing, even though that is my preference. She chooses bright colors and I am fine with that, it makes her happy. She is her own person! I asked her how that comment made her feel, she said it made her sad. Direct quote, &quot; I like to wear two different socks, it makes me feel like a rainbow&quot;. Awwwwww.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/113933358264613033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=113933358264613033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113933358264613033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113933358264613033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/02/individuality.html' title='Individuality'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-113896760233974616</id><published>2006-02-03T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T03:53:43.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Stupidity</title><content type='html'>This amuses me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oddtodd.com/hw.html&quot;&gt;Odd Todd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its dumb yet I cannot stop watching various episodes!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/113896760233974616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=113896760233974616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113896760233974616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113896760233974616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/02/addicted-to-stupidity.html' title='Addicted to Stupidity'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-113886630406356644</id><published>2006-02-01T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:47:07.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Single Mother, can I take your order please?</title><content type='html'>What a month &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; has been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     First, I make some new rather cool friends that are funny and have alot of the same interests. They offered to watch my daughter so I can work a bit more hours and in exchange I give them some walking around money. This seemed like a perfect arrangement as one of them worked from home and the other a stay at home mom. They seemed so responsible as they had a daughter of their own and appeared to have it together.&lt;br /&gt;    My only request was if a time came that this was no longer convenient for them a bit of notice would be needed so I can arrange something else. Well as you can guess it didn&#39;t quite work at as planned. A day before they are scheduled to watch my daughter for a shift, I found out from a mutual friend that they have flown out of state!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        I think in those few moments I aged 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I had to cancel 2 of my already scheduled shifts but was lucky to not lose my job. I think my boss has a soft spot for single mothers having been born from one. I am of course still trying to find alternate care as I fell back on the babysitter that was only supposed to be a temporary fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       The funny thing is, now that I have my life basically sorted again, I am no longer cross about it, I rather miss them. Sigh.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/113886630406356644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=113886630406356644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113886630406356644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113886630406356644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2006/02/welcome-to-single-mother-can-i-take.html' title='Welcome to Single Mother, can I take your order please?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-113571701778292943</id><published>2005-12-27T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:00:16.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked winged men</title><content type='html'>What a week! First I have internet problems all week and can&#39;t get online at all. Christmas was good spent the morning with my offspring playing with her toys, and in the evening I worked. I actually like to work on holidays. It is usually full of surprises, and this year is no exception to the rule. Looking out the window at work today I saw a man &lt;em&gt;hopping&lt;/em&gt; down the street wearing&lt;br /&gt;only a big pair of black wings and carrying a beer. Turns out there were a couple of winged naked males and a couple of friends taping them for posterity. Merry Naked Christmas. I love Seattle!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/113571701778292943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=113571701778292943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113571701778292943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113571701778292943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2005/12/naked-winged-men.html' title='Naked winged men'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-113485892244109502</id><published>2005-12-17T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T21:52:47.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what an ant taste like</title><content type='html'>Thankfully I work on it, as I really don&#39;t care for all the fuss. I do care for cake however, so I did let it slip to a coworker that my b-day is Monday. Very important when you do this, you impart your secret to someone who knows you well or you could get a flavor you detest. Coconut is the most vile thing that I have ever put in my mouth. Keep in mind I ate dirt as a baby, and at age 4 digested an ant after a relative informed me that they are a delicacy in some places. The chewy textureof coconut coupled with the fact like it taste like arse makes me nausated. The smell of it alone makes me want to back out of the room. I picked a coworker who knows my love of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy working on my birthday as people are extra nice to you in the service industry. You can wear a silly button that says &quot;Its my birthday, and I &lt;em&gt;demand&lt;/em&gt; cake.&quot; People feel sorry for you and compensate you generously. After work, you can go out and hit the clubs with all your newfound wealth and drink yourself into a stupor. Which, of course is what I intend to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world stops spinning and I go home I shall fall asleep to either &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0082498&quot;&gt;Happy Birthday to Me &lt;/a&gt;or &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.living-dead.com/horrormovies.php?mode=show_movie_info&amp;amp;movie_id=1215&quot;&gt;Slumber Party Massacre 2 &lt;/a&gt;. The coolest thing about this is the birthday cake for breakfast.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/113485892244109502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=113485892244109502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113485892244109502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113485892244109502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-know-what-ant-taste-like.html' title='I know what an ant taste like'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-113482159645566353</id><published>2005-12-17T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T02:05:44.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Deadly Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It is time once again to dust off these fine Christmas family favorites, make sure you watch them with the children, you don&#39;t want them to grow up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;normal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;do you? I personally get a kick when the entire extended family comes over to unwrap pressies and expect to see &quot;Its a Wonderful Life&quot; on the telly. You should see grams expression! Priceless...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.living-dead.com/horrormovies.php?mode=show_movie_info&amp;movie_id=228&quot;&gt;Silent Night, Deadly Night &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.living-dead.com/horrormovies.php?mode=show_movie_info&amp;amp;movie_id=434&quot;&gt;Black Christmas &lt;/a&gt;(1974)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can&#39;t recommend these, but good if you are running a scare the relatives marathon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.living-dead.com/horrormovies.php?mode=show_movie_info&amp;movie_id=1437&quot;&gt;Black Christmas &lt;/a&gt;(2002 remake)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.living-dead.com/horrormovies.php?mode=show_movie_info&amp;amp;movie_id=229&quot;&gt;Silent Night, Deadly Night 2 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going easy on the kids?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://disney.go.com/disneyvideos/animatedfilms/nightmare&quot;&gt;The Nightmare Before Christmas &lt;/a&gt;( Tim Burton mmmm)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087363&quot;&gt;Gremlins &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/113482159645566353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=113482159645566353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113482159645566353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113482159645566353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2005/12/have-deadly-christmas.html' title='Have a Deadly Christmas'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680463.post-113471091482718969</id><published>2005-12-15T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:13:43.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In honor of the full moon this evening, I have prepared a list of obscure werewolf films to make one salivate like a big hairy beast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.brotherhoodofthewolf.com&quot;&gt;Brotherhood of the Wolf&lt;/a&gt; has some incredible fight scenes, great characters with good acting(Mani is cool to watch in particular), and the evil beast in question is shocking toward the end of film.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.living-dead.com/horrormovies.php?mode=show_movie_info&amp;movie_id=926&quot;&gt;Full Eclipse&lt;/a&gt; may seem silly but is worth at least a one time watch. I liked the idea that the mangy mutts were using there wolfiness strategically.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never trust a man whose eyebrows meet in &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.britishhorrorfilms.co.uk/companywolves.shtml&quot;&gt;The Company of Wolves&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay away from the township of floW in &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.living-dead.com/horrormovies.php?mode=show_movie_info&amp;amp;movie_id=162&quot;&gt;Howling III&lt;/a&gt;. Although a generally sucky and cheesy flick I was captivated by the kangaroo/wolf hybrid red haired scream queen.(and floW is every bit as amusing as the town of nilboG.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rumourmachine.com/Reviews/Silver_Bullet.htm&quot;&gt;Silver Bullet&lt;/a&gt; I actually rooted for the good guys instead of the poor defenseless wolfie, who is only a wee bit hungry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it adds to the experience to watch these on an actual full moon such as tonight, it fully enhances the experience. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/feeds/113471091482718969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680463&amp;postID=113471091482718969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113471091482718969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680463/posts/default/113471091482718969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alumimnumlunch.blogspot.com/2005/12/lunar-madness.html' title='Lunar Madness'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651396270463289286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>