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Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>212</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ICRnc8eSp7ImA9WxNUGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-6063566785000612454</id><published>2009-11-10T18:51:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:06:07.971-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-11T00:06:07.971-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family and Friends" /><title>I went (to Colorado, back in July), I saw (lots of) stuff, I went home</title><summary type="html">I uploaded photos on Sunday from my trip to Colorado in July.  It was a whirlwind experience. I drove to St. Louis on Thursday, met at my mom's where her, myself, my Gramma Sue and my mom's youngest brother, Kenny hitched a ride to the MetroLink station in East St. Louis. It took about two hours to get to Lambert airport and we ended up riding a total of four trains just to get there.  Breaking &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/jVUyO0XSpgY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/6063566785000612454/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=6063566785000612454" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/6063566785000612454?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/6063566785000612454?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/jVUyO0XSpgY/i-went-i-saw-stuff-i-went-home.html" title="I went (to Colorado, back in July), I saw (lots of) stuff, I went home" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/11/i-went-i-saw-stuff-i-went-home.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EFRn07eip7ImA9WxNVFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-8967217621311628169</id><published>2009-10-27T07:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:40:17.302-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-27T16:40:17.302-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blah" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family and Friends" /><title>So this homeless guy walks next to a grocery store...</title><summary type="html">I used to write several times each week and I want to write more, but it seems that I have nothing positive to share – which is an odd thing for me to admit because the last year I’ve felt happier than I can ever remember feeling.  But my happiness has been overshadowed by a never-ending job search.  It took me eight months to find the job I have now and that experience can best be described as a&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/rIflgCerLOg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/8967217621311628169/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=8967217621311628169" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/8967217621311628169?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/8967217621311628169?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/rIflgCerLOg/so-this-homeless-guy-walks-next-to.html" title="So this homeless guy walks next to a grocery store..." /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/10/so-this-homeless-guy-walks-next-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIEQHw8eCp7ImA9WxNWGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-9007846228704289925</id><published>2009-10-19T13:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:38:21.270-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T13:38:21.270-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family and Friends" /><title>Happy Belated Birthday, sort of</title><summary type="html">Today is Sandra's birthday and all I can do is think of her.  I want to call her so badly, but she's dead.  And, fuck if I don't feel like a bitch for so bluntly writing, "she's dead."  But she is.  It's been 17 months and it still hurts. Like I wrote before: My silly aunt, the shit-disturber, the feisty one, the one I got together with to misbehave, make inappropriate jokes and share secrets - &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/GrnzchBguBM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/9007846228704289925/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=9007846228704289925" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/9007846228704289925?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/9007846228704289925?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/GrnzchBguBM/happy-belated-birthday-sort-of.html" title="Happy Belated Birthday, sort of" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/10/happy-belated-birthday-sort-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IARXc_cSp7ImA9WxNXGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-4922936905808228823</id><published>2009-10-06T00:29:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:19:04.949-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T12:19:04.949-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me Me Me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whatever and Stuff" /><title>Real Chance of Mixup</title><summary type="html">Tonight was the 9th Monday in a row that I've gone to a friend's to watch Real Chance of Love 2.  Like most people, I'm not A Monday Person (technically I'm not A Morning Person), but I can't wait for Monday night to roll around.  And the first thing I do when I get home from watching the newest episode, I get online to watch the Bonus Clips so I can see the unaired show footage.  Dude, that's &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/NN52CKCtw8I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/4922936905808228823/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=4922936905808228823" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/4922936905808228823?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/4922936905808228823?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/NN52CKCtw8I/real-chance-of-mixup.html" title="Real Chance of Mixup" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jk20uRiCkGw/SsrYMuazMrI/AAAAAAAAASI/w2t0kFyfje8/s72-c/Picture+2.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/10/real-chance-of-mixup.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcBR3o-eSp7ImA9WxNXF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-2694051815681208110</id><published>2009-10-04T21:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:40:56.451-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-04T22:40:56.451-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Are you kidding me?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weird" /><title>I got yelled at by a crazy person</title><summary type="html">At roughly 3:15 this afternoon, Nico bolted out of my apartment building to chase a squirrel.  She dragged me down the stairs, I wasn't there to catch the door - and it slammed. Loudly.  It happens. And I'm not the only one who does it.So I'm wrestling with my dog, the door slams and I'm mid-cringe when I hear someone from above yell out their window, "Blah blah something, Jennifer, blah blah &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/Q0tmpk1_pHg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/2694051815681208110/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=2694051815681208110" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/2694051815681208110?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/2694051815681208110?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/Q0tmpk1_pHg/i-got-yelled-at-by-crazy-person.html" title="I got yelled at by a crazy person" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/10/i-got-yelled-at-by-crazy-person.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYFQHc5eyp7ImA9WxNXEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-489441418242482313</id><published>2009-09-26T00:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:28:31.923-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-27T18:28:31.923-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me Me Me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whatever and Stuff" /><title>It doesn't really look like my face to me, but sure enough, This Is My Face</title><summary type="html">Several months ago I found this drawing while rummaging through some childhood memorabilia at my parents' house.  I drew this picture circa 2nd grade, which was circa 1985, back when I lived and went to grade school in Cahokia, IL.  I had some sort of assignment called, This is my face.  It was simple enough - draw my face and then finish this phrase, "Most of the time my face is _____."  I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/x2XeK80iYsQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/489441418242482313/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=489441418242482313" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/489441418242482313?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/489441418242482313?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/x2XeK80iYsQ/it-doesnt-really-look-like-my-face-to.html" title="It doesn't really look like my face to me, but sure enough, This Is My Face" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/09/it-doesnt-really-look-like-my-face-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIDRH04cCp7ImA9WxNQGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-8405073069778972150</id><published>2009-09-25T00:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:29:35.338-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-25T00:29:35.338-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Twitter" /><title>How do I spell 'Problem Solved'? u-n-g-u-l-a-t-i-o-n</title><summary type="html">So you've probably heard me gripe about how I had somewhere around 3,100 tweets run away from home?  They're back!Want to know how I coaxed them to return?I simply had to tweet ungulation to @Charles.A month ago I posted something on twitter's Known Issues page and last night I revisited that page to find an update. It explained that I needed to send one word to @Charles - ungulation - and the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/JpbS3PtW1uY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/8405073069778972150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=8405073069778972150" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/8405073069778972150?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/8405073069778972150?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/JpbS3PtW1uY/how-do-i-spell-problem-solved-u-n-g-u-l.html" title="How do I spell 'Problem Solved'? u-n-g-u-l-a-t-i-o-n" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/09/how-do-i-spell-problem-solved-u-n-g-u-l.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIDRHY6fSp7ImA9WxNQFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-6511384086905774170</id><published>2009-09-21T07:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:42:55.815-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-21T08:42:55.815-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Addicted to Coffee" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eeediot" /><title>That was dumb.</title><summary type="html">When I made coffee this morning, I did not put the coffee pot in the maker. DOH!--------------------------------------Listening to: Israel Vibration - Rebel for Real--------------------------------------&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/4sO44_jYky8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/6511384086905774170/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=6511384086905774170" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/6511384086905774170?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/6511384086905774170?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/4sO44_jYky8/that-was-dumb.html" title="That was dumb." /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jk20uRiCkGw/SreAp9aS8nI/AAAAAAAAAR4/cflggHOiukQ/s72-c/CIMG4571.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/09/that-was-dumb.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkANQ3s7eyp7ImA9WxNSGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-3387482072195058455</id><published>2009-09-01T01:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:13:12.503-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-01T08:13:12.503-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Are you kidding me?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Creative Side" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weird" /><title>Biscuits and gravy and toilet paper</title><summary type="html">I can honestly say that tonight was the first time I've ever traded biscuits and gravy for toilet paper.  Although, if you were judging by my repurposed containers, you'd think that I traded hummus and cottage cheese for toilet paper.Odd trade, but freecycle worthy.  I made homemade gravy yesterday - enough for 8, at least - and I'm down to the last half of my last roll of toilet paper.  I made &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/yHDkprF-TII" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/3387482072195058455/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=3387482072195058455" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/3387482072195058455?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/3387482072195058455?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/yHDkprF-TII/biscuits-and-gravy-and-toilet-paper.html" title="Biscuits and gravy and toilet paper" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/09/biscuits-and-gravy-and-toilet-paper.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIEQXwyeip7ImA9WxNSFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-4301776162315921082</id><published>2009-08-29T02:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:15:00.292-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-30T22:15:00.292-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Go.See.Now." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Following is not a Paid Advertisement - but it can be" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><title>I'll see your astronaut and raise you an Abe Lincoln</title><summary type="html">All anyone could talk about was the Fair this, the Fair that, I hit it with a wiffle ball bat.  Last week I was lucky to experience, for my first time, the Illinois State Fair for free (thanks, Donnie!).  I wanted nothing more than to lay eyes upon the butter cow.  I don't know why, but the thought of looking at a lifesize cow sculpted out of butter seemed intriguing.  I found out from KBO that &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/NbXs7qB3CWE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/4301776162315921082/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=4301776162315921082" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/4301776162315921082?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/4301776162315921082?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/NbXs7qB3CWE/ill-see-your-astronaut-and-raise-you.html" title="I'll see your astronaut and raise you an Abe Lincoln" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/08/ill-see-your-astronaut-and-raise-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAGR3s6eip7ImA9WxNSFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-5830570924167026910</id><published>2009-08-27T18:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:18:46.512-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-30T22:18:46.512-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Are you kidding me?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eeediot" /><title>I scream, you scream, we all scream... for pizza!</title><summary type="html">If you are ever curious about my ethnicity, it is half-genius, half-eeediot.  I may have said that before, but I'll never know because I'm related to Forgetful Jones.I mean, how difficult is it to cook a frozen pizza.  Step 1: Look on the package to see what temperate your pizza requires.Step 2: Turn oven on and set it to the temperature you discovered during Step 1.Step 3: (Optional and from &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/oZX6VU6VqkA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/5830570924167026910/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=5830570924167026910" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/5830570924167026910?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/5830570924167026910?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/oZX6VU6VqkA/i-scream-you-scream-we-all-scream-for.html" title="I scream, you scream, we all scream... for pizza!" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/08/i-scream-you-scream-we-all-scream-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYDRXc-fip7ImA9WxNTFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-4595885788694373132</id><published>2009-08-17T00:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:49:34.956-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-17T00:49:34.956-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weird" /><title>The lady upstairs</title><summary type="html">Many times I hear my upstairs neighbors. Someone is yelling, but I can't make out the words. Things are being slammed around.  I hear heavy stomping.  I hear someone yell and then leave, exit the building and slam the door, only to return and stomp upstairs and begin yelling again.  This happens all the time, almost every day.  But I never see these people.Tonight, I was on my way out the door &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/cmzUM7u_ubA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/4595885788694373132/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=4595885788694373132" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/4595885788694373132?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/4595885788694373132?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/cmzUM7u_ubA/lady-upstairs.html" title="The lady upstairs" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/08/lady-upstairs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UMQXw4fip7ImA9WxJaF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-4980604213988822172</id><published>2009-08-06T18:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:14:40.236-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-07T22:14:40.236-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Creative Side" /><title>Two and Two-hundred</title><summary type="html">Today marks two years since I started blogging.Also, this is post number two hundred.And here's a photo of that mosaic project I've been working on. I've only completed phase one, as I need to grout the tiles and paint the wood.  I have no idea what color I want to do either, so I think I'll start another tiling project and worry about grout and paint colors when I have a few projects at that &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/dNRSgImve6I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/4980604213988822172/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=4980604213988822172" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/4980604213988822172?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/4980604213988822172?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/dNRSgImve6I/two-and-two-hundred.html" title="Two and Two-hundred" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/08/two-and-two-hundred.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkICRHk8fCp7ImA9WxJaE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-5697033660318870155</id><published>2009-08-03T22:45:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:02:45.774-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-03T23:02:45.774-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Creative Side" /><title>Creativity on hiatus</title><summary type="html">I'm putting the self-portrait project on hiatus. I've been feeling less than creative for a while now. I seem to have a hard time coming up with anything more than a picture of my hands or feet, me driving, or me holding a handwritten sign. I think I officially stopped two or three days ago; I haven't even posted the last few weeks worth of photos, but I'll get to that soon.I believe my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/G_L_Ewj0b7g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/5697033660318870155/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=5697033660318870155" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/5697033660318870155?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/5697033660318870155?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/G_L_Ewj0b7g/creativity-on-hiatus.html" title="Creativity on hiatus" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jk20uRiCkGw/SnexS_8R7bI/AAAAAAAAARs/1qZn60I-CUU/s72-c/CIMG4316.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/08/creativity-on-hiatus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYHQHk8cSp7ImA9WxJbEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-7025969349825375720</id><published>2009-07-21T23:51:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:08:51.779-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-22T08:08:51.779-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eeediot" /><title>Inappropriate Attire</title><summary type="html">Have you ever gone to a formal event, but been the one person wearing less-than-casual attire?  Or, maybe shown up at a friend's bar-b-que severely overdressed?  How about, worn an early-1980s prom dress when everyone else is wearing clothes circa 2009?Oh, you haven't?  I have.And can I just say, aaawkward?  For me to say I felt awkward, that is an amazing feat because I rarely feel that way.  I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/XjXd4ZE8Ke4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/7025969349825375720/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=7025969349825375720" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/7025969349825375720?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/7025969349825375720?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/XjXd4ZE8Ke4/inappropriate-attire.html" title="Inappropriate Attire" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/07/inappropriate-attire.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYGRX8-eip7ImA9WxJUFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-8445791073101842914</id><published>2009-07-12T22:10:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:22:04.152-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-15T13:22:04.152-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cool Gadgets" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Following is not a Paid Advertisement - but it can be" /><title>I can finally stop saying I never win anything</title><summary type="html">I've spent the majority of my life never winning contests.Until now.Because I won Courtney Chesley's TwIsTeD Twitterers contest!The contest was easy; I simply had to tweet a statement to Courtney that began with, "I'm twisted because..." and then I was randomly selected as the winner. Go here to see how twisted the contestants are.My goodies arrived in the mail the day I left for Colorado. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/32o7ptcaqUc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/8445791073101842914/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=8445791073101842914" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/8445791073101842914?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/8445791073101842914?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/32o7ptcaqUc/i-can-finally-stop-saying-i-never-win.html" title="I can finally stop saying I never win anything" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/07/i-can-finally-stop-saying-i-never-win.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QCQXY4fCp7ImA9WxJUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-6020231663603713144</id><published>2009-07-07T22:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:56:00.834-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-07T22:56:00.834-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food" /><title>My Version of the Big Salad</title><summary type="html">I haven't written about food in quite a while, but I have been on a major salad kick, eating one for dinner almost every night.  And when I make a salad it's a serious affair because I really pile on the toppings.  My salad is a meal on its own; technically it's a meal that I rarely ever finish.  Because I use so many ingredients, I like to cut up my vegetables as soon as I get home from the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/oQYTBHMX0lI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/6020231663603713144/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=6020231663603713144" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/6020231663603713144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/6020231663603713144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/oQYTBHMX0lI/my-version-of-big-salad.html" title="My Version of the Big Salad" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/07/my-version-of-big-salad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMEQnw8fip7ImA9WxJVE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-740287832813726189</id><published>2009-06-30T02:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T02:53:23.276-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-30T02:53:23.276-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Are you kidding me?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weird" /><title>Meet the neighbors</title><summary type="html">After work on Monday I went to check my mail and apparently, my neighbor didn't expect anyone would be walking through the hall.  As I passed her open apartment door, I spotted her sitting on the toilet.  We made eye contact.  So, yeah. My neighbor pees with not only the bathroom door ajar, but her apartment door open as well.  Interesting.  I wonder what her name is?-----------------------------&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/hBcXGl7qTww" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/740287832813726189/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=740287832813726189" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/740287832813726189?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/740287832813726189?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/hBcXGl7qTww/meet-neighbors.html" title="Meet the neighbors" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/06/meet-neighbors.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UARHkzcSp7ImA9WxJWGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-4124963082018478396</id><published>2009-06-24T19:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:54:05.789-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-24T19:54:05.789-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eeediot" /><title>Burnin' down the house, err apartment, whatever</title><summary type="html">You probably don't remember how I tend to burn myself.  Or maybe you don't know how I tend to be absent-minded sometimes, about important things.There was that time I went to bed with the oven on... and didn't realize this until the next morning.  Seriously, you go to make one lousy pizza, decide you aren't hungry, and before you know it it's the next day and the oven is still blazing.  Sure, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/-1GDmcPhJSY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/4124963082018478396/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=4124963082018478396" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/4124963082018478396?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/4124963082018478396?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/-1GDmcPhJSY/burnin-down-house-err-apartment.html" title="Burnin' down the house, err apartment, whatever" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/06/burnin-down-house-err-apartment.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cCRXc7eCp7ImA9WxJWE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-5034011921824667414</id><published>2009-06-18T00:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:04:24.900-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-18T11:04:24.900-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me Me Me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Creative Side" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whatever and Stuff" /><title>Most Boring Update Ever</title><summary type="html">The only furniture in my apartment is my bed and two folding chairs.I'm not complaining, I'm just noting the fact that for two weeks I've spent a lot of time sitting cross-legged on the kitchen floor while eating.  It's been awhile since I've had no reason to complain.  I'm working, the people are great and I'm liking my new job; I finally am living alone (yes!) in a two-bedroom apartment where &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/H8zb5nDVzLw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/5034011921824667414/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=5034011921824667414" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/5034011921824667414?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/5034011921824667414?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/H8zb5nDVzLw/most-boring-update-ever.html" title="Most Boring Update Ever" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/06/most-boring-update-ever.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUERng_eyp7ImA9WxJXFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-1723933483429634734</id><published>2009-06-07T19:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:03:27.643-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-08T08:03:27.643-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Are you kidding me?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me Me Me" /><title>Rude Awakening</title><summary type="html">Earlier today I sent out a quick twitter announcing that I awoke to a stranger in my apartment.  Nothing bad happened, but it was freaky nonetheless.Yesterday was incredibly busy.  I woke up at 6:30 in the morning, drove one hundred miles to my parents, packed and loaded my mom's ford escape, went with my dad and brother to my storage and loaded up as much as we could fit into my brother's truck &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/q59qt6qIWms" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/1723933483429634734/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=1723933483429634734" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/1723933483429634734?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/1723933483429634734?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/q59qt6qIWms/rude-awakening.html" title="Rude Awakening" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/06/rude-awakening.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUBQ30yfyp7ImA9WxJQGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-668632655574198771</id><published>2009-06-01T20:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:34:12.397-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-02T09:34:12.397-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Are you kidding me?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me Me Me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work" /><title>Ungh. And yeah, party.</title><summary type="html">Feeling slightly overwhelmed.  But two things are in my mind....ONE: I will not do another Wordless Wednesday.  I did that for my last post and it didn't go over well.  It was the first post I've had in over a year where not one single soul commented.  So, yeah, fuck all that noise.TWO:  I finally have a job.  That's right, a Gob.  And, for a variety of reasons and feeling overwhelmed - I have &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/zKo5Fmaofvc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/668632655574198771/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=668632655574198771" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/668632655574198771?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/668632655574198771?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/zKo5Fmaofvc/ungh-and-yeah-party.html" title="Ungh. And yeah, party." /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/06/ungh-and-yeah-party.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UGQXs6cSp7ImA9WxJRGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-4080749287756173527</id><published>2009-05-20T15:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:27:00.519-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-20T15:27:00.519-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Are you kidding me?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work" /><title>Wordless Wednesday: Sucking my will to live</title><summary type="html">Day 341/365-----------------------------------Listening to: Gogol Bordello - Supertheory of Supereverything-----------------------------------&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/JCHQdgytUSk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/4080749287756173527/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=4080749287756173527" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/4080749287756173527?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/4080749287756173527?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/JCHQdgytUSk/wordless-wednesday-sucking-my-will-to.html" title="Wordless Wednesday: Sucking my will to live" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday-sucking-my-will-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIHQHszeip7ImA9WxJRGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-6530795426357167734</id><published>2009-05-15T14:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:05:31.582-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-20T16:05:31.582-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Are you kidding me?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work" /><title>Unemployment is Overrated</title><summary type="html">Way back in freaking January, I wrote about my inability to find a job.  At that moment, I didn't expect that on May 15 I wouldn't be any closer to finding work.  And the whole job search thing has put a huge damper on every creative bone in my body.  I rarely write; I rarely blog; and my self-portraits, ungh, I haven't dressed up or done anything creative since like, October.  I have zero &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/7LIpE5OOg0Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/6530795426357167734/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=6530795426357167734" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/6530795426357167734?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/6530795426357167734?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/7LIpE5OOg0Y/unemployment-is-overrated.html" title="Unemployment is Overrated" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/05/unemployment-is-overrated.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMERnk6cSp7ImA9WxJSFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-8630125303752866668</id><published>2009-05-03T22:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:13:27.719-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-04T14:13:27.719-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Are you kidding me?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Following is not a Paid Advertisement - but it can be" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><title>Cinco De Mayo on Cherokee Street</title><summary type="html">This year Cinco De Mayo is celebrated a few days early and, as such, can be lovingly referred to as Dos De Mayo, but whatever because everyone was really on Cherokee Street to celebrate the birth of yours truly -- who turned 31 today.For the last two weeks I've been doing some pre-birthday celebrating, watching a variety of awesome performances: NIL8, Jennifer Hudson (and Robin Thicke, who I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~4/WKH5wgZz6pQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/feeds/8630125303752866668/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572700771673006841&amp;postID=8630125303752866668" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/8630125303752866668?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572700771673006841/posts/default/8630125303752866668?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/WKH5wgZz6pQ/cinco-de-mayo-on-cherokee.html" title="Cinco De Mayo on Cherokee Street" /><author><name>Jeannette E. Spaghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109</uri><email>JnetWrites@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00789397489546750211" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeannetteeatsspaghetti.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo-on-cherokee.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><title type="text">Links for 2008-04-26 [del.icio.us]</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JeannetteEatsSpaghetti/~3/PldOkt-NWYo/JSpaghetti" /><updated>2008-04-27T00:00:00-07:00</updated><id>http://del.icio.us/JSpaghetti#2008-04-26</id><content type="html">&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vrbo.com/vacation-rentals/usa/hawaii/maui/upcountry"&gt;Maui VRBO&amp;reg; Vacation Rentals - Upcountry Maui, Hana, Haiku Vacation Rentals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Some of these are VERY reasonable... less than $800/week (no ocean view).&lt;/li&gt;
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These kids are awesome.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viamagazine.com/top_stories/auto/tires03.asp"&gt;Your Car: How to Choose Tires&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tires have mini-consumer guides molded into the sidewalls. They&amp;#039;re a quick, enlightening read.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://autorepair.about.com/od/regularmaintenance/a/tires_important.htm"&gt;How To Buy New Tires&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
More tire buying advice&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueocean.org/Seafood/"&gt;Guide to Ocean Friendly Seafood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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