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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8CQnkzeSp7ImA9WxNUF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356</id><updated>2009-11-08T17:21:03.781-05:00</updated><title>Bumble Blog</title><subtitle type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pimpmyspace.org"&gt;&lt;img src="http://m3.pimpmyspace.org/cursors/glitter/5275ae7885b5c067b9caa710d4d8f390.gif" border="0" alt="myspace"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>802</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/PBRx" 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;C0EHR3s9fip7ImA9WxNQFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-7030643275019516256</id><published>2009-09-20T21:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:53:56.566-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-20T21:53:56.566-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gotta get back on the horse sometime" /><title>Apparently I'm a girl version of Clark Griswald</title><content type="html">So my lack of blogging is still slacking. I can't blame facebook, I just check in a couple of times a day. Basically I'm in a mental lull and shaking off the last hospital visit where I just about got my ass confined to a mental facility. Good job huh? Once the tox screen came out clean and a nice Dr came and talked to me, I was let out in a few hours. The only danger I had put myself in was a Christmas tree slide down and pin me on the floor. The more I tried to get out, the harder it made it to get out. Kinda funny in a way, cept for the ambulance but my leg was so banged up and mangeld I was sure it was broken. They gave me a private room with a 24 hour nurse to babysit me, Seriously. 8 hour shifts. Just hanging there watching, one had a PDA, I kinda wanted to  bribe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on the down low if you know what I mean, keeping a low profile so my whole RL social circle is pretty much in the dark. Blogging friends, I know you won't blab it all over facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-7030643275019516256?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7030643275019516256/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=7030643275019516256&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/7030643275019516256?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/7030643275019516256?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/apparently-im-girl-version-of-clark.html" title="Apparently I'm a girl version of Clark Griswald" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11683411459941388862" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IERX0zeip7ImA9WxNSEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-1385566356065566079</id><published>2009-08-22T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:25:04.382-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-22T23:25:04.382-05:00</app:edited><title>For Myself</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XcBBalxGMDU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XcBBalxGMDU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-1385566356065566079?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1385566356065566079/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=1385566356065566079&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/1385566356065566079?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/1385566356065566079?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-myself.html" title="For Myself" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11683411459941388862" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4BQ386eyp7ImA9WxNSEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-7914758671054093791</id><published>2009-08-22T23:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:15:52.113-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-22T23:15:52.113-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lets just mix it up and get crazy" /><title>For My Mom</title><content type="html">She says "Does it make you happy?" Yes, it does, Mom it does. She rides the little waves with me somehow holding my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w2cFEHM9yMw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w2cFEHM9yMw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-7914758671054093791?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7914758671054093791/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=7914758671054093791&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/7914758671054093791?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/7914758671054093791?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-my-mom.html" title="For My Mom" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11683411459941388862" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMMSXw_eyp7ImA9WxNSEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-1054672909476885810</id><published>2009-08-22T23:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:08:08.243-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-22T23:08:08.243-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I just don't get it" /><title>For My Ever Loving Husband</title><content type="html">A rock for me to cling to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2k19v66zb0Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2k19v66zb0Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-1054672909476885810?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1054672909476885810/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=1054672909476885810&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/1054672909476885810?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/1054672909476885810?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-my-ever-loving-husband.html" title="For My Ever Loving Husband" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11683411459941388862" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEACRn8yfyp7ImA9WxNTEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-966968866622229011</id><published>2009-08-13T22:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:06:07.197-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-13T23:06:07.197-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ah well" /><title>Hell On Wheels</title><content type="html">Hell on Wheelchairs I mean. This is so not what I wanted for our annual cruise. What part of Resort Wear fit it. Still Thinking? Yeah me too, so I didn't bring the wheelchair shopping. So vain and so unhappy, despite the 10 lbs I dropped in two weeks. Not good. I suggested the wheelchair (yes, we own one) for Mom. She suggested it for me. Honey is soooo need of a vacation, and it being hurricane season, he's suggest Mom and I go alone. Two suites. Two people. He's worried about our house and our animals.Hence we may be a party for two, not three, *so sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my lack of blogging, I was in the hospital again 8 LOOOOOOOOONNNNNNGGGG days my gyno confirmed the hospital does have wi-fi! He's about two years older than me is totally about being connected. I had made it a mission to ask every doc,nurse, supervisor etc hence the gyno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-966968866622229011?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/966968866622229011/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=966968866622229011&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/966968866622229011?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/966968866622229011?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/hell-on-wheels.html" title="Hell On Wheels" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11683411459941388862" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04BRnY-fip7ImA9WxJWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-4870509344824977985</id><published>2009-06-25T17:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:45:57.856-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-25T17:45:57.856-05:00</app:edited><title>Michael Jackson Dead at 50</title><content type="html">Dies in LA at 3:15pm Pacific Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mt7uP6Y13Vo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mt7uP6Y13Vo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-4870509344824977985?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4870509344824977985/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=4870509344824977985&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/4870509344824977985?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/4870509344824977985?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-dead-at-50.html" title="Michael Jackson Dead at 50" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11683411459941388862" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDQHw7eSp7ImA9WxJWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-2330039536713130921</id><published>2009-06-25T15:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:36:11.201-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-25T17:36:11.201-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I can't believe I posted this" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="where's my aqua net" /><title>Wonky Eyes, Mullets and Jersey Girls</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/SkPwZURLP3I/AAAAAAAABhk/pxc-nxzVTwI/s1600-h/seniorpic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351385099974426482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/SkPwZURLP3I/AAAAAAAABhk/pxc-nxzVTwI/s400/seniorpic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do all the girls on NYC Prep have wonky eyes? Is it a tribute to Paris Hilton's lazy eye that resulted from a bad plastic surgery? My beagle has a wonky eye, it's great he can watch the door and your dinner plate at the exact same time even though one's left and the other is right. When photographed, I have shown up with a squinty right eye, like I'm raising one eyebrow and staring you down. In any case NYC Prep is no match for Gossip Girl . Having exhausted all my options on my DVR, I have to find something on TV. I have seen all the hot shows of last Fall. I let my netflix lapse when I switched bank accounts. Big Mistake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are mullets coming back? I was in the village and noticed a guy I had seen around had cut his hair. I was actually changing my perspective UNTIL his back was too me and his hair was pulled to one side and over his shoulder. Clearly because he was proud of his mullet he had adapted to show his off from the back and the front. Hannah Montana you are to blame, bringing daddy back in the spotlight. Even worse, girls with mullets. And does big hair count as a mullet on steroids? If so call me guilty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my big hair it could be assumed that I was a Jersey Girl too. My BF in High School was/is Jersey Girl (WORSE: We lived in the Boca Raton Area). Speaking of Jersey Girls..more addictive television.. The Real Housewives of New Jersey. Is Danielle really as naughty as they painted her? I love when Teresa flips the table and flips out screaming obscenities at Danielle...classic. Hair pulling bitches in heat. I can't wait to get my hands on "A Cop Without a Badge", the NY Post has pretty much covered everything, but I want to read the book myself. My take on the book without reading it... It was a planned stunt to promote the book which her ex-husband wrote, and he isn't paying her alimony (or her settlement) so she probably is not suing for slander, and instead goes straight to the neck and gets the royalties for the book and probably a nice chunk of change for the whole deal (book and TV show). Tonight is part 2 of finale, which means Honey and I can watch reruns that we haven't seen this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. To be fair I'm posting my Senior picture (big hair and wonky eye on display)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-2330039536713130921?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2330039536713130921/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=2330039536713130921&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/2330039536713130921?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/2330039536713130921?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/wonky-eyes-mullets-and-jersey-girls.html" title="Wonky Eyes, Mullets and Jersey Girls" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11683411459941388862" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/SkPwZURLP3I/AAAAAAAABhk/pxc-nxzVTwI/s72-c/seniorpic.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUACRno7fip7ImA9WxJWFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-6013973660488073685</id><published>2009-06-19T14:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:36:07.406-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-19T15:36:07.406-05:00</app:edited><title>I Had A Friend Or So I thought</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/Sjv2oIPnHjI/AAAAAAAABhc/iLK646W4yOA/s1600-h/solissf_1950_437914567.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349140151700758066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/Sjv2oIPnHjI/AAAAAAAABhc/iLK646W4yOA/s400/solissf_1950_437914567.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall call this post "Pity Party"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All week I've been outta sorts. Starting on Monday with lunch with some other ladies. I got emotional and (cough) a friend who said "I'll drive over to your house and we can chat" Chatting consisted of her asking me if I thought about checking into the hospital. I said "I spend enough time there". She says "Not that Hospital, the Psych Hospital" now I feel like I've just peed myself and everybody can see it but only one person comes to your rescue. and that person loves to kick a person when they are down. I said I'm doing as well as can be expected. So all evening I'm breaking out in tears in my bubble bath instead of reading. She was also kind enough to say you look like hell, you do not look like your are doing well. Seriously. Are you fucking kidding me? Why would someone lay that on somebody who is apparently a little fragile. Or should I say touchy? I'm not very thick skinned but I like to think I am but really I'm not. I shouldn't have to be, I thought I knew who my friends are. But I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other friends and family don't do that. They offer comfort and good wishes and sit in hospital waiting rooms. The nexy day was going to be busy,I had an appointment to see a Neurologist in the morning and the Transplant Center had a MRI scheduled for 5:30. Which was a complete waste of time, they tried to scan me but apparently the implanted valve in my liver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;was warping the pics. That's why you have to take all the metal out of your clothes or go in gown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever..I dumped it, it's over. thought about then tried to block everything she said, and now I offer it up you guys as a Friday surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-6013973660488073685?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6013973660488073685/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=6013973660488073685&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/6013973660488073685?v=2" /><link 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pennies into the ceiling fan that was on...She's a little more sedate though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2OysvNuHKc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2OysvNuHKc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-9028109650267357723?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9028109650267357723/comments/default" title="Post 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-8758770520934763814?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8758770520934763814/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=8758770520934763814&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/8758770520934763814?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/8758770520934763814?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet.html" title="sweet?" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" 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Only the the Dr's had released me already! The nurse had the clip board ready for my signature, 5 hours earlier. Fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original room was in a different ward that they had closed sometime while I was floating on morphine to a SHARED ROOM with 1 TV and a crack ho in the other bed. Thankfully Mom walked in and Honey followed five mins later. Mom was appalled, Honey was furious. The third iv infiltrated my right hand. I told them it was going blow....it looked like a latex glove filled air and then some. and i couldn't stop crying. So to prevent me from being a TTQ they kept me drugged, thank god I took my jewelry off and gave it to mom. I also was crying and said No DNR. I GIVE. I  GIVE FUCKING UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;TTQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-4364954268268784718?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4364954268268784718/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=4364954268268784718&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/4364954268268784718?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/4364954268268784718?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-are-they-going-do-bring-me-cake.html" title="what are they going do, bring me a cake?" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11683411459941388862" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4GSXY-eSp7ImA9WxJSFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-5608943277496923480</id><published>2009-05-06T15:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:05:28.851-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-06T16:05:28.851-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Have you ever seen a manic women walk in circles in room for shit I lost because I reorganized the office" /><title>Oh no he didn't</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/SgH6-DaGRoI/AAAAAAAABhU/z89E1V0w3ik/s1600-h/Beetlejuice_SandWorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332819377756980866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/SgH6-DaGRoI/AAAAAAAABhU/z89E1V0w3ik/s400/Beetlejuice_SandWorm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He increased the one of psych drugs that are suppose to help me NOT HAVING as many anxiety attacks. It did the exact opposite. Add that to high ammonia levels. Real freaking fun train as any train at Disney world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have been able to listen and type again YaY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now lets hope the new transplant medicine jive with the bucket of pills I take daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would try to type and I couldn't finish a sentance or how to spell.... And that pissed me off, because I knew I could spell but weird words were popping out and onto the blog. So I gave it a rest on blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-5608943277496923480?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5608943277496923480/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=5608943277496923480&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/5608943277496923480?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/5608943277496923480?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-no-he-didnt.html" title="Oh no he didn't" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11683411459941388862" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/SgH6-DaGRoI/AAAAAAAABhU/z89E1V0w3ik/s72-c/Beetlejuice_SandWorm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYCSX44cCp7ImA9WxJTGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-7732550225154160187</id><published>2009-04-27T20:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:29:28.038-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-27T20:29:28.038-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I see you 4 of the pink ones and through in a white one." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ante up" /><title>It's the Little Things</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/SfZbzclxkLI/AAAAAAAABhM/zmWWf1O4-fQ/s1600-h/328844459_aa87ad9c8e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329548148445647026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/SfZbzclxkLI/AAAAAAAABhM/zmWWf1O4-fQ/s400/328844459_aa87ad9c8e_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some how while I was in the bath or watching House, Honey slipped away and picked a handful of Gardenias. It smells wonderful in here, I thought maybe it was a Yankee Candle, I dropped and broke the glass last night. Just a pretty bowl of gardenias was sitting next to my monitor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been nesting and really cleaned out our office, and bought new desks, lamps, art, curtains and bookcases. It was a project that I have been working on for a week or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news on the transplant list, I'm doing better now than I was last years evaluation. The bad part is where the body tries to compensate for the failing organ. For which the gave me a script, I dropped it off at CVS. A few hours later, the pharmacy called the new script was going to be over $1,000 per month, or use my insurance and pay $500. Nothing could be done over the weekend, so today I spent the time on the phone with with CVS , they have the drugs and under my insurance I pay $50 for name brand, or $8.00 by using the mail order and a 90 day supply. Hook me up baby $1000 to $50.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-7732550225154160187?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7732550225154160187/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=7732550225154160187&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/7732550225154160187?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/7732550225154160187?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-little-things.html" title="It's the Little Things" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11683411459941388862" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/SfZbzclxkLI/AAAAAAAABhM/zmWWf1O4-fQ/s72-c/328844459_aa87ad9c8e_m.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMMRH48fyp7ImA9WxJTFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-665467772555841497</id><published>2009-04-22T19:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:01:25.077-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-22T20:01:25.077-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sisters" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="If I could turn back time" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beinge an adult is not all it's crankled up to be" /><title>Pop! Just like a bottle of Champange!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/Se-8G__MuyI/AAAAAAAABhE/KoeVkYU1JmY/s1600-h/The+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327683712644332322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/Se-8G__MuyI/AAAAAAAABhE/KoeVkYU1JmY/s400/The+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Which one of these girls is me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-665467772555841497?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/665467772555841497/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=665467772555841497&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/665467772555841497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/665467772555841497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/pop-just-like-bottle-of-champange.html" title="Pop! Just like a bottle of Champange!" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11683411459941388862" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/Se-8G__MuyI/AAAAAAAABhE/KoeVkYU1JmY/s72-c/The+girls.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQDRXo5eCp7ImA9WxVaGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-3310685345170789306</id><published>2009-04-15T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:52:54.420-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-15T21:52:54.420-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="centraal  station  antwerpen  maria  op  zoek  naar  vtm  koen  wauters" /><title>What's the Harm in Breaking out in Song and Dance?</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vq6b9bMBXpg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vq6b9bMBXpg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-3310685345170789306?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3310685345170789306/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=3310685345170789306&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/3310685345170789306?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/3310685345170789306?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-harm-in-breaking-out-in-song-and.html" title="What's the Harm in Breaking out in Song and Dance?" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11683411459941388862" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUINQX0-fCp7ImA9WxVaEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-7618752264008410542</id><published>2009-04-09T11:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:19:50.354-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-09T12:19:50.354-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Have you ever taken a poop so big you backed your way into a size smaller" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Can't we go someplace nice like San Jose" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="they call it mellow yellow" /><title>Well Oh Yee Haw</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/Sd4rQe57EzI/AAAAAAAABg8/5OiZDIoZepI/s1600-h/182135885_1e3349a742_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322739371772416818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/Sd4rQe57EzI/AAAAAAAABg8/5OiZDIoZepI/s400/182135885_1e3349a742_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My doberman has stink breath, it doesn't help that his head is level with my head when I sit in my 'puter chair. He keeps trying to get a kiss on the lips or his nose. I wonder if Honey would notice if I used his toothbrush to brush Zeus's teeth. He shares his Popsicles with Fletch and Zeus. Babyfred being the delicate and graceful cat she is, gives kisses only on command, that's my baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm freezing, would it be silly to heat the entire house by turning the heat on? Honey would just turn the a/c on when he gets home. Then after his shower and before my bath I turn the whole thing off. (it's 72 outside and 73.9 inside)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a paperwork day which means I don't really tidy up on those days, however I feel guilty today because I got done at 12:00, except for refiling the stuff I pulled from the files. IRS lady was pretty cool, didn't get anywhere but all the same. The other people at various offices were annoyed, but helpful in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go get my bloodwork done but I've already downed enough caffeine to win a horse race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I'm really sort of bored. I shopped all day yesterday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zeus wants to eat NOW! Fletch and Babyfred are in their office beds pretending to sleep, which means Fletch isn't ready to eat. Baby gets a kibbles dish kept full, her treats come when Honey gets home. He feeds her real people tuna AND canned food. Oh and kitty treats. How in the hell does she stay so tiny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great, now one of them has gas. The office is too small for that kinda stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom left her computer on and her cats are walking all over her desk, keyboard and mouse. She keeps going idle, then she's back, then she's idle.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-7618752264008410542?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7618752264008410542/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=7618752264008410542&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/7618752264008410542?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/7618752264008410542?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-oh-yee-haw.html" title="Well Oh Yee Haw" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11683411459941388862" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/Sd4rQe57EzI/AAAAAAAABg8/5OiZDIoZepI/s72-c/182135885_1e3349a742_m.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8NRng4eSp7ImA9WxVaEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-1431781055257339362</id><published>2009-04-08T15:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:34:57.631-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-08T15:34:57.631-05:00</app:edited><title>Take No Prisioners</title><content type="html">You have to feed them and all that crap, if I wanted that type of situation I would have just had a baby. I'm feeling pretty hostile today, which is odd for me, Temper Tantrums are par for the course. But downright smoldering and hostile not good.  Everybody Buckle Up it's going to be a very rough landing.  Or don't what do I care if you bonk your head on the ceiling or fly over the banister, trip down a flight of stairs....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-1431781055257339362?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1431781055257339362/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=1431781055257339362&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/1431781055257339362?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/1431781055257339362?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-no-prisioners.html" title="Take No Prisioners" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11683411459941388862" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcCRn07fSp7ImA9WxVbGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-8185112267814406261</id><published>2009-04-04T22:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:27:47.305-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-04T22:27:47.305-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="no happy happy joy joy tags today." /><title>Tick Tock And It Don't Stop</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTQ completed the quiz "&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whichcrazybitchareyo/"&gt;Which crazy bitch are you?&lt;/a&gt;" with the result &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whichcrazybitchareyo/"&gt;Sylvia Plath&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are one intense bitch. You are almost abnormally introspective but this is where your abundant creativity flows from. You love handsome, brilliant, creative genius types but you pay the price when their egos and lustful ways cause them to betray you. You are a very intelligent, classy lady with a black streak and can be very emotional at times. You do have a bit of a morbid side but your words often lead you to be misunderstood as a dark figure but that is just how you protect your soft mushy insides&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZXoaXfu33k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZXoaXfu33k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Way down the lane away, living for another day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The aphids swarm up in the drifting haze&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Swim seagull in the sky towards that hollow western isle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My envied lady holds you fast in her gaze&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sing Blue Silver&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-8185112267814406261?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8185112267814406261/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=8185112267814406261&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/8185112267814406261?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/8185112267814406261?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/tick-tock-and-it-dont-stop.html" title="Tick Tock And It Don't Stop" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11683411459941388862" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8GRHs8eCp7ImA9WxVbGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-6070547861529070496</id><published>2009-04-04T03:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T03:30:25.570-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-04T03:30:25.570-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="30 days in Athens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="30 days in Paris" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="30 days in the French Riveria. plannin to begin ASAP. 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gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4HSXg7cSp7ImA9WxVbGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29230356.post-34900009279227043</id><published>2009-04-03T23:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:05:38.609-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-03T23:05:38.609-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goodtimes" /><title>*sigh*</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GXbk3OL-t-s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GXbk3OL-t-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/ScGFrsKpyVI/AAAAAAAABg0/K8lM5pNs2YA/s400/321716864_e7911c50e8_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this from Andie. I had nothing of my own. So, why not!!! Go visit her blog she is always doing something IRL. Seriously, I don't know how she does it, so I live vicariously through her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Andie at Sweet. Southern.Spirited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.Your rock star name (first pet, current car) - &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sugar Explorer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Your gangsta name (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe) - &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vanilla Boots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.Your Native American name (favorite color, favorite animal) -&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Black Cat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.Your soap opera name (middle name, city where you were born) -&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Lee Chester&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5.Superhero name (2nd favorite color, favorite drink) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pink Rockstar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6.NASCAR name (the first names of your grandfathers) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul Clueless &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.Dancer name (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)- &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Beautiful Truffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.TV weather anchor name (your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Polyester (which I would change to Polly) Philadelphia (I can't recall the teachers name only that she was old and wore polyester pantsuits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Spy name (your favorite season/holiday, flower) - &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Winter Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10.Cartoon name:(favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now) - &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pineapple Panties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Hippie name (what you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree) - &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nothing Frangiponi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12.Movie star name (first pet, first street where you lived) - &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sugar Atlantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Witness Protection Name (Mother and Father's middle names)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Louise Roach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what are yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29230356-7651510194443543970?l=ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7651510194443543970/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29230356&amp;postID=7651510194443543970&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/7651510194443543970?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29230356/posts/default/7651510194443543970?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ttq-bumbleblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/stolen-goods.html" title="Stolen Goods" /><author><name>TTQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11683411459941388862" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBXkg06KXcg/ScGFrsKpyVI/AAAAAAAABg0/K8lM5pNs2YA/s72-c/321716864_e7911c50e8_m.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry></feed>
