<?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-8992202595175320855</id><updated>2024-11-01T00:09:39.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interstellar Bus Stop</title><subtitle type='html'>Adventures on the Bus.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992202595175320855/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bloggirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12060425963996900917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZD8cMzCp_IKgjku-M9l-GrmoryvxKFCu4v3Ea_-inZsRsBfCVnLEPiaHctJ_cBkgGZJUy5Ch3Q3SP3DDPsCsbPHCmF_pZ-bya6dOeaZYiGKmGWqW0Aj8DaGUsril4g/s220/KRISTEN.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992202595175320855.post-6322029782826291098</id><published>2010-12-05T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T11:30:57.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season to give - like it or not</title><content type='html'>Ah, tis the season.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m sure you&#39;ll all happy to know that I survived our busy season at work&amp;nbsp; Hence, being MIA for a couple of months.)&amp;nbsp; Subsequently, I fled the state for a sunny vacation, then came home and got sick.&amp;nbsp; How&#39;s that for a reward?&lt;br /&gt;
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So now we head into the holiday season.&amp;nbsp; No matter what you celebrate, there is always some sort of pomp and circumstance around the month of December. And unless you are a Jehovah&#39;s Witness, there are usually gifts involved.&amp;nbsp; At this point, I am pretty much done with my holiday shopping, and I have been able to come up with a unique gift or two for everyone on my list. That big, black, rainy, Charlie Brown cloud still hanging over my head is a gift needed for coworkers&lt;br /&gt;
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I have a couple of ideas, but I&#39;m not sure.&amp;nbsp; I have 2 coworkers and I feel like there is some sort of stigma to what you end up giving them.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve done wine.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve done journals.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve gotten gloves, wine, bottle stoppers, etc.&amp;nbsp; Frankly, if it were up to me, I would not gift anything to my coworkers.&amp;nbsp; But, it seems to be a long-standing gift giving tradition in the media department to do so.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I like them fine enough, but I only really know them because I&#39;m forced to work with them in close proximity for upwards of 40 hours a week.&lt;br /&gt;
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So my big project for the week is to come up with something cool and witty to show them how thoughtful I am.&amp;nbsp; And they have NO idea how much thought has actually gone into this.&amp;nbsp; I deserve a raise.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/feeds/6322029782826291098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season-to-give-like-it-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992202595175320855/posts/default/6322029782826291098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992202595175320855/posts/default/6322029782826291098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season-to-give-like-it-or-not.html' title='Tis the season to give - like it or not'/><author><name>Bloggirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12060425963996900917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZD8cMzCp_IKgjku-M9l-GrmoryvxKFCu4v3Ea_-inZsRsBfCVnLEPiaHctJ_cBkgGZJUy5Ch3Q3SP3DDPsCsbPHCmF_pZ-bya6dOeaZYiGKmGWqW0Aj8DaGUsril4g/s220/KRISTEN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992202595175320855.post-8154821450068999460</id><published>2010-08-20T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T07:02:06.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is REALLY Hard To Keep My Mouth Shut.</title><content type='html'>So, I work.&amp;nbsp; A girl&#39;s gotta make a living.&amp;nbsp; For the most part, I enjoy what I do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t, however, really enjoy the majority of clients that I am forced to work with.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve worked with tough clients before, but that is not the problem with my current set of clients.&amp;nbsp; Let&#39;s just say, my clients have political views and lean toward a view that I do not support.&amp;nbsp; Do you know how hard it is to stand in line and pretend that I&#39;m on that side? &lt;br /&gt;
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The most difficult part is not being able to voice my opinion when a coworker will rant on and on about out great a certain client&#39;s views are, while I have to stand there like my mouth is taped shut. &amp;nbsp; At this point, I can&#39;t even use my own personal social media accounts to voice my opinion or post links that may be deemed offensive to what we&#39;re working on. &amp;nbsp; I guess I could, but at the risk of losing my job in this economy?&amp;nbsp; No thanks.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s been 2 years at my current place of employment and I&#39;ve been searching for a new job for just as long.&amp;nbsp; Clearly, it&#39;s not an easy market to find a job in, especially in my field.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, for the next two months, until the November elections, I have to keep my mouth shut.&amp;nbsp; Tight.&amp;nbsp; Do you have any idea how hard that is for me???&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ugh.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/feeds/8154821450068999460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-is-really-hard-to-keep-my-mouth-shut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992202595175320855/posts/default/8154821450068999460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992202595175320855/posts/default/8154821450068999460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-is-really-hard-to-keep-my-mouth-shut.html' title='It Is REALLY Hard To Keep My Mouth Shut.'/><author><name>Bloggirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12060425963996900917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZD8cMzCp_IKgjku-M9l-GrmoryvxKFCu4v3Ea_-inZsRsBfCVnLEPiaHctJ_cBkgGZJUy5Ch3Q3SP3DDPsCsbPHCmF_pZ-bya6dOeaZYiGKmGWqW0Aj8DaGUsril4g/s220/KRISTEN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992202595175320855.post-8608011934325893862</id><published>2010-05-27T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T09:27:20.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Stay in Stealth Mode?</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m not sure I want people to know I have a blog.&amp;nbsp; That would let them into my personal life and that is kind of scary to me.&amp;nbsp; They&#39;ll know what I&#39;m thinking, what I do on a daily basis, etc.&amp;nbsp; But millions of people are blogging and it doesn&#39;t seem to bother them.&amp;nbsp; If anyone is reading this (before I have even made this public) please let me know if I&#39;m making a huge mistake by going public.&lt;br /&gt;
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In any case, I feel great today.&amp;nbsp; I ginormous project is done at work, I went to Jazzercise last nite (even though it was hotter than the dickens!), and we&#39;re coming up on a long weekend.&amp;nbsp; Time sure is flying by - it&#39;s already Memorial Day!&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t have a lot of plans this Memorial Day weekend, but I am hoping to really catch up on getting housework done which I have severely neglected for over 2 weeks due to being gone and other extra-curricular activities.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I&#39;ve re-joined the world.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But after that, I will have some fun! Beer and cookouts and friends.&amp;nbsp; I totally deserve it!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/feeds/8608011934325893862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/2010/05/should-i-stay-in-stealth-mode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992202595175320855/posts/default/8608011934325893862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992202595175320855/posts/default/8608011934325893862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/2010/05/should-i-stay-in-stealth-mode.html' title='Should I Stay in Stealth Mode?'/><author><name>Bloggirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12060425963996900917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZD8cMzCp_IKgjku-M9l-GrmoryvxKFCu4v3Ea_-inZsRsBfCVnLEPiaHctJ_cBkgGZJUy5Ch3Q3SP3DDPsCsbPHCmF_pZ-bya6dOeaZYiGKmGWqW0Aj8DaGUsril4g/s220/KRISTEN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992202595175320855.post-678701824246887977</id><published>2010-05-13T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:10:05.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Not) An Epic Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Last nite, I got my butt back into gear and went to my Jazzercise class after work.&amp;nbsp; I was a little nervous, but I did fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The last class (which was just last week, for the uninformed) I attended was about 5 hours after I had given blood.&amp;nbsp; Not a great idea, as I found out.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not sure if I was a mental-case or what, but I could barely breath, and my head felt all wonky, like I was about to hit the dirt at any moment.&amp;nbsp; I had to excuse myself from class early and take off.&amp;nbsp; I felt like a failure, but better to leave early than to pass out and make a fool of myself in front of everyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So, nervous-ness aside, I went last night to class and it was awesome as usual.&amp;nbsp; My arms are killing me today, though!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And, I pretty much feel like an old lady getting in and out of my desk chair, so I guess there was a good leg workout as well.&amp;nbsp; Most likely, I blocked the pain from my mind as a repressed memory.&amp;nbsp; Hey, whatever it takes to get (and stay) on the bandwagon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/feeds/678701824246887977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-epic-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992202595175320855/posts/default/678701824246887977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992202595175320855/posts/default/678701824246887977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-epic-fail.html' title='(Not) An Epic Fail'/><author><name>Bloggirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12060425963996900917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZD8cMzCp_IKgjku-M9l-GrmoryvxKFCu4v3Ea_-inZsRsBfCVnLEPiaHctJ_cBkgGZJUy5Ch3Q3SP3DDPsCsbPHCmF_pZ-bya6dOeaZYiGKmGWqW0Aj8DaGUsril4g/s220/KRISTEN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992202595175320855.post-5462111612074938566</id><published>2010-05-12T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T08:38:31.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are There Any Intelligent Beings Out There?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So I&#39;m proud of myself that I made it back to write another day.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m hoping this doesn&#39;t turn into one of those hobbies I&#39;m so apt to pick up, then slowly fades away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Anyway, so I volunteer at the&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wihumane.org/&quot;&gt; Wisconsin Humane Society&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&amp;nbsp; I wish it were my real job.&amp;nbsp; After my shift was over last nite, I come home to my significant other, Dale (henceforth named SOD) doing laundry.&amp;nbsp; How very nice of him to get it done...I think to myself.&amp;nbsp; Oh, not so fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Well, I wanted to add something to the washer before it was done and I peeked in to see what was going on in there.&amp;nbsp; After countless times of teaching/asking/telling my SOD to separate lights and darks, I still saw a washer-full of jeans, dress shirts, (his) white t-shirts, and sweatshirts.&amp;nbsp; All different colors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I am at my wit&#39;s end with this situation.&amp;nbsp; I love the man dearly, but he cannot follow simple direction (or cares not to.) So far, he hasn&#39;t ruined any of my clothes, but I do end up with a lot of towel lint on my dark clothes.&amp;nbsp; (Oh yeah - he doesn&#39;t separate towels from other clothes, either.)&amp;nbsp; Honestly, he did not see the problem with his laundering combination and I sort of find that adorable.&amp;nbsp; Yet irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I guess I should put it in perspective, at least he was doing laundry.&amp;nbsp; That&#39;s something.&amp;nbsp; Right??&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/feeds/5462111612074938566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-there-any-intelligent-beings-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992202595175320855/posts/default/5462111612074938566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992202595175320855/posts/default/5462111612074938566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interstellarbusstop.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-there-any-intelligent-beings-out.html' title='Are There Any Intelligent Beings Out There?'/><author><name>Bloggirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12060425963996900917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZD8cMzCp_IKgjku-M9l-GrmoryvxKFCu4v3Ea_-inZsRsBfCVnLEPiaHctJ_cBkgGZJUy5Ch3Q3SP3DDPsCsbPHCmF_pZ-bya6dOeaZYiGKmGWqW0Aj8DaGUsril4g/s220/KRISTEN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992202595175320855.post-338498223181965848</id><published>2010-05-11T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T08:59:06.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maiden Voyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve always wanted to start a blog.  It will be my hobby.  My outlet.  My food for thought.    (What is with that expression, anyway?)  Hey, maybe I will get rich!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I like to read about other people so I figure, why wouldn&#39;t they want to read about me?  We shall see...time will tell.  Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Here&#39;s what you&#39;ll read from me.  In no particular order, I&#39;m interested in pop culture, health/losing weight, social adventures, life adventures, politics, relationships, and all sorts of random tidbits.  I have no doubt that you will be on the edge of your seat, awaiting my every post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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